Page 64 of Choose You

I slip my fingers around the button of her jeans and unsnap them with a twist. She pushes them down her legs along with her panties and kicks them aside. With one hand, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. My heart beats faster and my breath quickens at the sight of her naked body. “Did I mention you’re beautiful?”

She laughs and steps closer still. “You did.” She slips her hands into the waistband of my boxers and tugs them down. “But I like hearing you say it.”

I lift my feet, one at a time, so she can take them off me. Once we’re both naked, she takes my hand and leads me into the shower. As soon as the hot spray hits my skin, I sigh. “Damn, this feels good.”

With a grin, she grabs the bar of soap and a washcloth. “Let me clean you.”

She works slowly over my body, starting with my neck, arms, and chest. Then she turns me around and washes my back. When her hands make their way down my ass and legs, I shiver. “I think I’ve been showering wrong my entire life. I could get used to this.”

She laughs and rotates my position, so my back is facing theshower head. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, cowboy. I’m just getting started.”

She presses her mouth to mine as her hand holding the washcloth slides down my front and over my very hard cock. The roughness of the cloth causes me to suck in a breath, but when she drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth, I choke on my air.

“Fuck, Jess.” She chuckles with me in her mouth, and I nearly buckle over at the vibrations it creates. She wraps her arms around my legs, cups my ass, and presses me deeper inside her mouth. In gentle, unhurried movements she takes me in and out, licking along my shaft. Every few movements, she sucks me deep down her throat, making me moan. It’s torturous and amazingly gratifying at the same time.

She picks up the pace, sucking me harder. I try not to buck my hips and let her maintain all control, but it’s hard. This feels so fucking good, and I don’t want her to stop. But I also don’t want to come in her mouth.

I pull out of her hold and lift her into my arms. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I want to come inside you.” I growl and she wraps her legs around my waist as I press her against the shower wall. My cock finds her entrance without guidance and as soon as I have my footing, I slam inside her. The sudden sensation of me filling her has both of us crying out in pleasure. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby.”

“Yes, please.” She breathes against my neck.

I slam into her over and over again, relentlessly fucking her while she screams my name. I don’t stop until we’re both spent and collapse on the floor of the shower, letting the hot spray of water soothe our aching bodies.

CHAPTER 23

JESSICA

The warmth that blanketed me all night is gone and the bed beside me is cold. Matthew is already up. I lift my arms over my head and let my legs stretch out across the mattress. I let out a long, deep yawn just as the bathroom door opens. A freshly showered Matthew, with water slickened hair and skin, steps out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. Droplets of water run down his chest, flowing over every ridge and curve of his chest and ab muscles. All I want to do is lick those droplets off his body. The hint of scruff he had yesterday is gone and his hair is a wet tousled mess. He looks so good. My body clenches at the memory of him inside me last night, and all I can think about is having him again.

“Good morning.” His voice is low and rough as he sits on the edge of the bed next to me.

“Morning.” I roll over and prop myself up with my elbow. “What time is it?”

“A little after six.” He leans over and kisses me on the forehead before he stands and slips his boxers on under his towel. “Emmie should be up soon. I figured I’d make us breakfast before I got to work. I have to go check on those cows from yesterday. How about you?”

He picked Emmie up after dinner last night. By the time he returned with her, she was asleep and still doesn’t know I’m back. Hesits back down and pulls me into his lap, hugging me close. “Run some errands in town and then head to the vineyard. That place needs a lot of improvements.”

Matthew furrows his brows. “Business is good, though. Right?”

“Yeah, it's been profitable so no worries there. But it's been years since any improvements or upgrades have been made. All the buildings need work. The Wine Room could use a facelift, inside and out. And I’ve been considering rebranding to bring the business into this decade. The business relies solely on local support and tourists. I’d like to expand that—join forces with Flathead Apparel. Our website is shit and we have zero social media presence. With some improvements and changes, I think the profits could increase considerably.”

Matthew’s smile grows and he plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Sounds like your wheels have been turning.”

I shrug and nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking of ideas ever since I arrived. Just needed to pull the trigger on a major life decision. Now that I’m staying, I’m ready to get to work on it.”

He squeezes me tighter and groans. “I really hate to let you go right now, but I’ve got to get moving. I have a lot of work to catch up on since I played hooky all afternoon yesterday.”

“Okay.” I look up at him with a grin. “But first a little something to remember me.” I run my fingers up the back of his neck and fist his hair. I pull his mouth to mine for a deep, hard kiss. When I run my tongue across his bottom lip, he groans and parts his mouth, taking control. By the time we break apart, we’re both breathless.

“Damn, woman.” He growls against my neck, and his fingers dig into my hips as he struggles to maintain control of his desire. “I’m gonna be walking around hard all day for you.”

I chuckle as I slip off his lap and he stands to adjust himself. “Oh, I think you’ll live. It just builds the anticipation of what’s to come later.”

He lets out a huff and another low growl. He must catch a hint of my bare breasts at the edge of the sheet I have wrapped around me because the heat in his eyes intensifies. “Fuck it. I can be late.”

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