Page 66 of The Fiance Dilemma

“What’s wrong?” Matthew asked.

“I think we should skip this part,” I said, unsure of what to do or how to do it. “It’s not—”

“Do you want to hear what I’d do? If I was there with you? If it was my hand and not yours?”

“Yes.”

A low grunt left him. “I’d start with my mouth on your jaw. Just a quick nip. A graze of my teeth.” A pause. “That’s not really breaking any rule.”

My lips parted with a yes, a no, I wasn’t sure.

“Then I’d drag it down,” he continued, a shiver curling down the imaginary line. “Right along your neck, nipping at your collarbone, right until every inch of skin on your chest tingled and those nipples hardened under my gaze.”

My blood swooshed down, gathering, pooling, flooding me with need. My thighs pressed. “I’d like that.”

“Like, huh?” he asked with a strange sound. “What if I’d close my lips over that glorious peak? Just a little. Just enough. Just until you’re shaking. Would you like that too?”

My hand moved up, following his lead. Imagining it was him. “Yes.”

“Thatyesright there, only when you said that would I lift my head and watch your face.” A strangled breath left me at the thought. “Rewarding every one of those with a soft pinch, wanting a little more.”

The words, what they painted in my mind, the sensation of my hand, extricated a whimper from my throat.

Matthew rasped out a laugh. “The idea is killing me too, sweetheart. It’s making me mad with need.”

I wanted that, I realized. I wanted Matthew mad with need. My body, aching with that same urge. The hunger in his voice.

“Keep going,” he grumbled, rustling of clothing in the background. “Don’t stop making it feel good, Josie. That’s what I’d do. Drive you closer and closer to the edge. Drive us both desperate for more.”

My lungs expelled a rough breath, my motions obedient, my need growing. “Matthew?”

“I’m here.”

He wasn’t, though. And that felt so unfair. “I’m—” Something coiled inside me. “I need more. I—”

“Pull your hand down.”

A whimper escaped me.

“Right between your legs. Do that for me.” The command in his voice had me moving, obedient, letting my hand glide down, right where all that pulsing need swirled and gathered. The tips of my fingers brushed the apex of my thighs, and a rocky breath broke out. “That’s not the spot,” Matthew said. “I want to hear you squirm with need. Try again for me.”

Squirm with need.Without him here? Touching me? “I’ll get there,” I told him, moving my hand tentatively over my folds “I want to hear you—”

“You’re going to be a good girl and let me work for those moans.”

My belly cartwheeled, the pulsing under my fingers doubling. I moaned.

“That’s a good fucking girl.”

Oh God.

“Now a little faster,” he instructed. His voice took on an edge, and I moved faster, hearing fabric ruffling. Matthew grunted. “I’m the one getting you off. Understand? My voice. The idea of my touch.”

The motion of my fingers turned more confident, tracing one rough circle after the next. Moving quicker. Just the way I knew would walk me closer and closer. Just the way he wanted me to.

“Yes or no, Josie?”

“Yes.”

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