Page 3 of Elusive Embrace

He turns his focus back to the film like the conversation didn’t just happen. Have I been longing for a guy to fall for me, to ask me out, to kiss me and maybe more? Sure. Of course. I get butterflies whenever I read romance novels, even if they are closed-door and the main couple never really do much more than kissing. I’m not brave enough to buy one of the smutty books they sell in the local book shop. Half the village would know, come sunset.

“I can teach you, if you want,” Matt presses pause on the remote again.

“I… you… what?”

“Kissing. I can show you how to kiss. It would be in a safe environment with someone you know and hopefully trust, it would take the pressure off,” he shrugs. There is something in his eyes telling me it might not be quite that simple but I also feel a thousand butterflies in my tummy. My mouth is suddenly dry and I lick my bottom lip nervously.

“I don’t know—” The words slip out before I can stop them.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” It’s a valid question.What is the worst that can happen?My hands fidget and my heart is racing. There’s a tight pull in my nether regions and I can feelthe wordyeson my tongue. Suddenly this all just sounds like a marvellous idea.

“Okay,” I finally spit out.

“Okay?” Matt sits up. I nod and immediately bury my face in my hands.

“Nat, look at me,” his voice is suddenly deeper. All the humour has disappeared. I look up and his eyes are intense, in a good way. “If you want me to stop I’ll stop at any point. Trust me.”

“Okay.”

He pulls the blanket off me and drops it to the floor. His hands encircle my ankles and he pulls until my bum touches his thigh. He leans closer, so close that I can feel his breath on my cheeks. With gentle fingers he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers. He cups my face in his hands. With his thumb he strokes over my bottom lip, from corner to corner. The simple touch sends a tingling through my body.

I can feel him moving even closer, his lips hovering just millimetres from mine.

“Don’t overthink it. Just feel, Nat.” And then his mouth is on mine. His lips are soft and firm and he kisses me gently at first. I hold my breath, unsure of what to do or how to respond. But then something inside me clicks, and I kiss him back.

His tongue slips into my mouth, exploring, teasing, and I moan softly. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He pulls me closer, deepening the kiss, and I melt against him.

I never imagined that kissing could feel like this - electric, intoxicating, like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I want more. I need more.

He moves backwards to break the kiss but, as if possessed, I move with him and gently nip his lips. I end up straddling him whilst grabbing hold of his hair.

A groan erupts from his chest and his hands slide from my face to my waist, pulling me even closer until there's no space left between us. I can feel his arousal pressing against me, and a shiver runs down my spine.

His lips leave mine and move down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. My head falls back as I gasp for air, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.

"Fuck," he groans against my skin. "I’m sorry Nat. I didn’t want to take it this far but you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

His words send a thrill straight to my core. I never thought someone like Matt would be attracted to someone like me - shy, inexperienced Natalie. But here we are, lost in this moment together.

“Matt,” I hold his face in my hands and make him look at me. “I want more.”

"You sure about that?" he asks quietly.

I nod eagerly. There's no doubt in my mind - I want this. I feel so many things but most of all I feel a need for him. I want him to see, touch and taste all of me.

He lifts me up effortlessly and carries me towards his bedroom with purposeful strides. Every nerve ending in my body is humming with anticipation as he lays me down on his bed.

He hovers over me for a moment, searching my face for what I assume is a sign of hesitation or doubt. I smile at him encouraging and he lowers himself onto the bed beside me, capturing my lips with his again, kissing me deeply. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and dip.

I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it upwards, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. He breaks the kiss long enough for me to pull the shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. I run my fingers over his muscles, tracing patterns on his skin.

“Are you sureyouwant this, Matt? I’m not your usual—”

He stops me with a deep kiss pressing his erection against my soaking wet core. This is so new and yet exciting.

“This is all because of you. Of course I want this,” Matt moans against my neck, licking and nipping every centimetre.

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