Page 108 of The Fiance Dilemma

Matthew’s chuckle brushed the skin on my temple. I shuddered, blood swirling downward, pooling. “I love this dress on you, did I say that?” My eyes shut again, senses shorting, overwhelmed. I nodded, and his hands slipped between my hair and the back of my neck. I felt him push it aside, gently, the gesture almost reverent. His fingers returned to the top of my spine, then trailed down the buttons lining the seam. “I do love it on you, Josie,” he continued. “But I hope you’re not too attached to it, because I have no patience for these.”

The rip of the buttons echoed in the room.

My lips parted with a silent plea.Just take it off. I need you now.

“Was that too rough, Baby Blue?” Matthew asked me, voice low and serious, hands bracing on both sides of my head as my cheek rested on the wall. “Am I being too much?”

I was panting too hard to speak, the need gathering between my legs, too overwhelming as it pulsed to the beat of the pounding of my heart. Where were his hands? I wanted them on me again. I wanted Matthew on me. In me. I—

“Josie?” My name, off Matthew’s lips, fell on my hair, followed by a press of his mouth. It was so distracting. He was so distracting. All of him overruled all of me. I was at his mercy and I didn’t even care. His hands clasped my wrists, softly, slowly dragging my palms down the wall and lowering my arms. He pulled at the fabric of my dress, just enough that I felt the sleeves pool around my elbows, the opening at the back letting the air in the room kiss my back. The fabric of my panties cooled against my skin. “Am I too rough? Am I too blunt? Is this too much?”

“No,” I finally managed to say. My dress slipped even lower, the opening exposing the backs of my thighs too. “Rough is good. It feels good. You’re perfect.”

“Wrong.” He swatted at my ass. “I’m perfectfor you.”

A moan fell from my lips. Followed by a broken, “Oh my God.” He’d really done that. And I— That had been so good, so—

“Say it for me, Josie,” he whispered, arms snaking around my waist gently, softly, bringing me into his chest. He placed a kiss on the side of my neck. “Let me hear the words.”

“You’re perfect for me,” I whispered.

I felt his approval on my back, his grunt pleased, satiated, and so fucking happy that it made my insides melt.

His palms descended. “This is what I wanted to do the moment I saw you in front of this wall.” I dipped my chin, watching his handsas they dragged the dress hanging off my elbows down. “My sweet fucking girl,” he said against my cheek as I let my arms fall. The material pooled at our feet. “So fucking beautiful.”

Before I could make sense of how his words made me feel, or how he should be touching me now that I stood there in my bra and panties, Matthew’s body was descending.

“Let’s see if I can make you smile a little wider still,” he said, hands landing on my hips. His breath fell at the small of my back. The warmth of his palms on my skin, finally, making me gasp for air. Fingers tugged at the waistband, just slightly, just enough. I felt the flicker of a touch, dragging down the curve of my ass. What a tease this man was. What a—

Matthew’s palms closed around my inner thighs, opening my stance wider from his spot on the floor behind me.

“Hands back on the wall,” he grunted.

My palms pressed against the wall. He pressed his lips over the silk. One gentle kiss right on the spot that barely stung from his hand anymore. My body arched. I started shaking. All over. “Matthew?” I panted. “I’m so wet right now. I’m so—”

He turned me back around. I didn’t even know how. And I didn’t really care.

I glanced down.

Matthew was on his knees, hands braced on my thighs, looking up at me through those goddamn glasses I loved so much. And I— He looked at me so reverently, so hungrily, like he’d been in the dark for ages and he couldn’t get enough warmth and sunlight on his skin. It made me want to burn in return. Burn as I stood here, under his gaze.

“I can’t decide,” Matthew said. “I can’t decide how I want to have you.” His voice strained. “Eat you. Fuck you against this wall. Have you ride my face. Take you on the bed. Fill that tub up and beg you to let me come all over your back?”

My throat worked around the plea tearing at me. God, yes. Please. “Have me every way,” I said. And when his jaw clamped down and his eyes darkened, it emboldened me. I planted the sole of the heel I was still wearing on his knee, opening up. Inviting him. Offering him a place to start. “We have all the time.”

Matthew’s hesitation was immediately gone. His expression turned feral. Then he surged with a grunt, flexing my leg and opening me even wider. I felt this breath through the fabric, making more need pool down, raising the pulsing between my thighs, pushing my heart faster. He tucked the fabric to the side with a labored exhale, as if he was battling whether to waste time taking them off. Air hit me, making all that urgency ring louder. Right into a high pitch. Then he pressed a kiss. I moaned, melting against him.

His mouth was slow at first, determined but tentative, exerting little moans from me. “You’re drenched,” he said. Rasped. Growled. I wasn’t sure.

Because Matthew’s caution was gone and now he was devouring me. My knee wobbled, and he used a palm to stabilize me. To secure me against the wall as he grunted against my folds, tongue dipping, lips closing around—

“Oh God, Matthew,” I whimpered. I was already spasming. Tipping over the edge. “I’m so close. I can’t believe—”

His hand joined in, thumb closing over my clit.

My hands braced on his head, searching for support and… and release. My fingers closed around his hair and I pulled him closer. Sensation twirling. Swinging.“Matthew?”

His tongue dipped inside me, mouth still moving, hand working around the sensitive nub that was sending wave after wave of delicious pressure up my body. He did something with his lips, and I moaned loudly, dipping my chin so I could see him. Brown eyes met me as he came up for air, mouth glinting with the mess I was making of him. “You’re going to come?”

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