Page 95 of Provoke You

He gripped my butt cheeks, and I landed hard against the wall. The cool grooves on the old paint prickled my skin as Matt slid his hands down my legs and kneeled in front of me.

“Jesus,” he whispered on my clit, and my skin almost caught fire.

His palm worked me into a puddle of want while his tongue brought me closer to the edge. Every pass took me a bit higher as he alternated between fingers, lips, and I climbed a little more. Repeat, rinse, repeat. “Not yet.” The words puffed out of my mouth.

“Why not? We have all night. Tomorrow night, and as many nights as you want.”

“And all the mornings in the world…” The idea had not occurred to me yet. Matt was mine. This incredibly gorgeous, kind, and selfless man was all mine.

“Exactly.” He applied more pressure until I couldn’t stop it anymore and orgasmed on his hand. Before the last wave of my release settled, he wrapped my legs around his waist and entered me.

I giggled. “Gosh, you’re hard.”

He kissed me as he supported all my weight and walked us to the kitchen counter. The cold marble touched my bare ass and made me shiver and tighten around him.

“You drive me crazy when you do that.” He ran the pads of his fingers down my cheek and over my teeth, letting my tongue have a taste of me. “You’re so beautiful.” He thrusted into me as his gaze followed a path from my lips, down to my breasts, my navel until it reached my pussy. He kept his eyes on it as his cock worked me. And fuck if that wasn’t the biggest turn-on.

I propped myself up on both elbows and watched him watch me. He kept going until I lost it and came again. In the same beat, he half collapsed on me, riding his release to the end.

“I’m going to miss this house.” I let my legs drape over the lip of the marble.

Matt laughed, and damn if the flutters in my stomach didn’t get all bent out of shape. It was going to be a long while before I got used to having this Adonis with me.

He hooked his arms behind my knees and around my torso. He picked me up as if I’d weighed nothing and carried me up the stairs to my bedroom, our bedroom. “How about for round two, we try a more comfortable spot?”

He dropped me on the mattress, and I scooted over, stealing a look at him as he climbed into bed next to me. He rolled onto his side and brushed my lips with his. His kiss was soft at first, then firm, right before his tongue flicked mine. Jesus, I melted a little on the pillow.

“Move in with me,” he whispered, licked his lips, and went in again. Same pattern—soft, firm, his tongue.

“If this kiss is meant to make me say yes, you’re winning.” I rubbed my thumb across his pecs.

“I’m serious.” He moved down to my breast.

“So am I.” I let out a moan. “But what you’re doing is very disorienting.” I swallowed and squinted at his blurry and very much amused face.

“We could buy this house. Or any other house you want as long as you’re there with me.”

Earlier I’d been so concerned about how long he’d planned to stay I hadn’t considered the logistics of it. Of course, Matt had. “I already have a house in the Quarter. I sort of shut it down when Grans died. I thought we could revive it and live there.”

“I was prepared to buy you a house.”

“I’m prêt-à-porter. I just need you. Go back to the kissing part.” His familiar chuckle filled me with something I couldn’t explain. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He touched his thumb to my mouth, and I sat up with a jerk.

“I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you. With all this business of Andre’s evil plan, I totally forgot to tell you about it.” I pressed my lips together, trying to decide if I should tell him while we were still naked.

“What is it?” The patch between his eyebrows crouched up as his marine brain probably went through all the iterations of what could be wrong.

“Nothing bad. I promise.” I jumped up to my feet and picked my way off the bed. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”

“What about round two?”

“We have all night and tomorrow night, remember?” I teased him. Suddenly, I was bursting with energy, and it didn’t have anything to do with getting in Matt’s pants. I might not be able to keep my mouth shut until we got to the St. Louis Cemetery No. 1.

I padded into the bathroom, quickly washed up, and got dressed in a Sunday dress and cute sandals. With a big groan, Matt left the bed and got ready too.

“We should walk,” I said when he locked the front door. “No one is chasing me anymore.”

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