Page 70 of Guarded from Treachery

Something else I wondered about? If Matt’s as well-endowed as I thought he was. From sitting on his lap several times, and during our longer kisses, I’ve felt him jutting against me. But I wasn’t sure until now, as I stare at his arousal in all of its glory—long, thick, already slick with excitement, Matt’s desire averyvisible thing.

My core clenches as I imagine him filling me, stretching me, his velvety heat dragging against my inner walls and sinking deep with every stroke. Need coils in my belly and my skin goes electric, sizzling in anticipation of his touch.

I’m barely aware of being naked myself—Matt peeled my dress off first, kissing his way across my skin as he did it, and then the lacy panties I ordered a few weeks ago in hopes of this moment.

With the few other partners I’ve had, there was always an element of insecurity, wondering if my breasts were too small or my hips too wide. But with Matt, there’s none of that. His desire couldn’t be more clear—not just his arousal, but his heated gaze and almost desperate set of his features, like he’s holding himself back by sheer strength of will.

“Isla.”It’s rough. Rumbly.Needy.

Jerking my eyes back to his face, I widen my eyes innocently. “Yes?”

He moves closer to me, his gaze locked on mine. His eyes are almost black, with just a thin ring of dark brown still visible. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to wait.”

“Like what?” He’s only inches from the couch now, so I sit up and let my fingers brush across his abs, the first ten-pack I’ve ever seen in person. “I’m just looking at you.”.

“It’s not just that you’re looking at me. It’showyou’re looking at me.”

My fingers trail lower, lightly caressing his silken heat, and his stomach muscles jump in reaction. Confidence loosens my tongue and in a voice that barely sounds like my own, I purr, “If you mean I’m looking at you like I can’t wait to feel you inside me, then you’re right. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

“Oh, Isles.” His big hand settles over my breast, his thumb flicking and stroking my engorged nipple. “If you knew how long I’ve been thinking about making love to you…”

He pauses to lightly tweak my nipple, and my sensitive nerve endings shriek in approval. My breasts have been much more sensitive since my pregnancy, and most times it’s more of an annoyance than anything else. But now? With Matt’s wicked fingers playing with them? It’s nothing but pleasure.

“How long?” I whisper. I wrap my fingers around him, spreading the slickness from root to tip.

While Matt switches from one breast to the other, his free hand moves to the apex of my thighs. Like magic, he finds my little bud almost immediately and rubs it, first slowly, then with a hint of urgency. My belly twists, and my hips jerk towards his hand, seeking more of what he’s giving.

“Honestly?” A faint flush of pink tinges his cheeks. “Since the first day I met you, I wondered. Fantasized. I didn’t know if it would ever be possible. But… I hoped one day we would be close enough for this to happen.”

“For us to have sex?”

Drawing his hand away from my quivering thighs, Matt climbs over me and braces himself up on one muscular arm. His face is inches from mine as he holds my gaze. “No. Not just having sex. I wanted to get to know you. Date you. See if the crazy feelings I was having were real.”

Pausing, he dips his head to kiss me. When he pulls back, his minty breath feathers across my lips. “They were, by the way. Real. Everything I felt before, it’s a hundred times stronger now.” Another pause. “And for the record, this isn’t sex. It’s making love. The way I feel about you is so much more than just sex. It’s showing how much I care about you.”

My heart jumps. Flutters. My breath catches for a second.

Are Matt’s feelings the same as mine?

His hand comes to my cheek, his touch feather-light. Deep brown eyes show a depth of emotion I haven’t seen before. “This means everything to me, Isles. I promise.”

Oh.

I don’t doubt Matt for a second. And his truth is the same as mine.

“This means everything to me, too,” I whisper. “And I want to be with you more than anything.”

“Me too.” He starts to continue, but then his lips press shut. The tips of his ears go adorably pink. A beat later, his mouth covers mine again, this time teasing my lips open and dipping inside.

What was he about to say?

Should I press him? Or is this not the right time?

Then his hand comes to that sensitive bundle of nerves again, and all my unasked questions are forgotten in a storm of desire and need.

And I discover Matt doesn’t just work magic with his computer. He can do it with his hands, as well. Before I know it, my hips are thrusting up with each stroke of his fingers. Then one thick finger slides inside me, and I almost swallow my tongue at the exquisite pleasure that finally—finally—comes with being filled.

It feels incredible as a second finger joins the first, gently stretching me and building my anticipation to a feverish level. Small moans are spilling out, soft, guttural sounds I’m pretty certain I’ve never made before. Before, I might have thought them embarrassing, but Matt takes that worry away when he says near my ear in a low, husky tone, “That’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

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