Page 39 of Breaking Matt
"And what exactly do you want me to do now?" he asked coyly.
"There are a lot of things I want you to do to me," I said, confident in what I wanted and needed. "But you can start off with kissing me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled me closer and his mouth covered mine. I groaned as his lips moved against mine. I reached up on my tiptoes to put my hands around his neck as his tongue slid into my mouth. Pulling him closer, he deepened the kiss and I was left breathless when he broke it.
"I've missed you," he whispered against my lips.
His eyes caressed me as his fingers touched my cheek. He couldn't have missed me physically too much, because we'd been together not so long ago. But emotionally I'd frozen him out since I'd discovered his secret—was that what he meant?
"Don't fuck it up, Mr. Weiss," I said to him in a slightly teasing tone that didn't mask the seriousness of what I was saying. "No more lying."
"No more secrets," he assured me.
Even though it couldn't be completely wiped clean I did feel some of the burden I'd been carrying lift off my shoulders. For the first time since our relationship had unraveled, I felt hope that we would make it back to where I'd been at my happiest.
I reached out and touched his cheek. I didn't do affection often—but in that moment, standing in front of him with our gazes locked together, I needed him to know I cared. At times, more than I wanted to.
"No more secrets," I echoed.
He cupped the nape of my neck as he brought his lips against mine. I sighed, loving how he made me come alive beneath his touch.
"I want you," I rasped when his lips broke from mine. My heart was hammering in my chest and my body vibrated with a need for him.
"You have me," he whispered before he lifted me off my feet and carried me to his bed.
This time wasn't the same as the last time we'd been together. The previous time I'd concentrated on more of the physical side of things and my raging hormones. This time it wasn't like that. His actions were soft and gentle—like he didn't want to break me—and I savored every moment of it.
After, when we lay breathing hard next to each other, I couldn't stop the pull at my heartstrings when I looked at him.
I wanted this to work so badly but the fear he would hurt me again kept me from allowing that feeling to grow.
Time. I needed time.
The next coupleof days passed. The sex was awesome but being able to try and work through our issues made me more relaxed than I'd been since our breakup. We didn't need to just pretend to be together anymore. We were still far from being completely past the betrayal, but I was willing to give him a chance to show me I could trust him again.
Zac gave me a couple of interested looks and he flashed me a seductive smile that did nothing for me. He couldn't compare to how Matthew made me feel. I ignored him until he eventually lost interest. He hadn't been my best decision and I wouldn't be knocking on that door again.
Matthew watched Zac like a hawk initially—and a couple of times he openly glared at him—but when he realized I was only interested in him and no one else, he began to relax. We were making our way back to how we used to be, except this time we were sharing the same apartment. We'd gone back to sleeping in my bed. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it until I woke up snug in his arms.
That morning I didn't want to get up and go to school. I was in bed with Matthew, my head resting on his chest with his one arm around me.
"Can't we just stay here?" I asked, not wanting to get out of bed. It didn't help that it was slightly overcast.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"You have class today," he reminded me.As if I could forget, I thought. I peered up at him and rested my chin on my hands.
"I know. But I'd rather stay here with you," I explained to him, giving him a seductive smile to ensure he knew we would be doing many more activities if we stayed.
A laugh rumbled through his chest and he kissed me.
"Come on," he said, shifting out of bed. The loss of warmth made me glare playfully at him.
"I could make it worth your while," I tried—one last attempt to persuade him to stay. He shook his head, flashing me a smile as he pulled up his jeans and fastened them.
"You're no fun," I told him as I sat up. He walked over to the bed and for a moment I thought he might change his mind, but he leaned down to kiss my cheek.
"You have thirty minutes to get dressed," he instructed me before he left my bedroom.
