Page 66 of Dashing for Love

Thank God.

His eyes drop to my bra. “It’s…yellow.”

I undo another button. “It is.”

He lifts a hand as though he’s going to touch me, then lets it drop.

I pop another button out. Then another. “This is much better than the video, you know,” I say softly.

“Definitely,” he rasps.

“I knew it was you,” I confess.

“I know.”

“And seeing you unbutton your shirt through that screen?” I lick my lips and meet his eyes. “It nearly melted my brain.” I undo the last button. “Then I saw your dick, and I almost passed out.”

He laughs softly, his hands hanging by his side. “And now?”

“Now…” I push the shirt off his shoulders and let my hands rest against his tan, strong chest, feeling the heat seep into my palms as he inhales. “This is perfect.” I press my lips to his sternum, breathing him in. His familiar scent, a simple mix of soap, deodorant, and laundry detergent, is home. He is everything I have ever wanted, created just for me and wrapped up in the most perfect package imaginable.

Matty brings a hand up to brush my hair back from my neck, and I shiver. “Tell me what you want, Golden.”

I meet his eyes. “What did you?—”

“You’re the perfect one, Goldie.” He smiles affectionately. “You’re golden. You always have been.”

The nickname unleashes something feral in me, removing whatever restraints I had and tossing them to the floor. I bring my mouth back to his chest and nip at the skin. He hisses as our eyes meet. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Matty. That’s all I ask.”

He squeezes my ass hard in response, then brings his hands to the front of my jeans, undoing them while his lips trail hot kisses down the center of my chest, skipping over the bra and moving to my stomach as he goes onto his knees. Tucking his hands into the band of my jeans, he pulls them down and off over the strappy sandals. As he runs his hands over the sandalsand my feet, he looks up at me, his dark brown eyes blown with lust and wonder. “They’re yellow.”

“You saw them all night. You know they’re yellow.”

He trails his fingers along my ankles, and when he speaks, his voice is low. “They’re staying on.”

I hitch a breath, standing before him in bra, panties and heels. “Okay.”

Still on his knees before me, he brings his nose to my belly and inhales as I thread my nails through his hair, doing it hard like I know he wants. When his hands grip the sides of my sheer yellow panties, he shudders, then growls as he exhales. His tongue darts out and licks down the sheer fabric. Then he scrapes his teeth down, and I jolt at the heat it shoots through me.

“Matty.”

“Sit on the bed and spread your legs.”

I obey, sitting and widening my knees as far as they can go, then arching my back and using my palms to push them a little farther when I see the way his eyes darken and his jaw slackens.I’mdoing this to him.Me.

“You’re already wet for me.” It’s a statement.

“Of course,” I whisper.

He meets my eyes. “Move them.”

I hook a finger through the thin fabric and pull the panties to one side, revealing my bare pussy for his perusal.

His eyes nearly roll back in his head as he takes me in. “Fucking flawless.” One hand comes to rest on my breast, the other traces the inside of my thigh. I can barely breathe when his eyes meet mine as his mouth locks over my nipple and sucks it through the thin fabric of my bra.

“Fuck, Matty.” My pulse is racing.

He moans, his hand squeezing my breast as he sucks the other. I arch into his mouth and pull him closer, needing more. Needing him inside me.

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