Page 28 of Breaking Matt
For a moment I waited to see if he'd do what I wanted. His eyes lifted to mine and I held his gaze.
One moment became two and I held my breath, waiting in anticipation for his reaction. Then I felt his slender fingers unbutton the top button of my jeans. I smiled seductively and slid the jeans to the floor.
I was only dressed in my underwear as I stepped out of the jeans. Matthew's eyes took in my half-naked body and I knew I'd hooked him. He eyes slid over me.
"You want to kiss me?" I asked softly, letting my eyes drop to his lips. I wanted him to kiss me. I'd intended to be in complete control but the need to reach out and pull him closer made me ache with want.
He smiled, but there was no mistaking the way his eyes slid over me and then lifted to mine.
"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked huskily. His eyes dared me to answer truthfully.
My jaw tightened. I hadn't expected him to turn the tables on me and I was taken slightly by surprise. I'd expected him to grab me and kiss me like he couldn't get enough of me. But instead of doing what I wanted him to, he was watching me with a knowing smile. The jerk. I'd gone from being the seducer to the poor victim who couldn't control her body's reaction to the thought of what he could do to me.
I studied him for a moment, keeping my turmoil hidden from him. I couldn't allow him to see he could get to me. My plan was about to fail and I needed to do something quick to keep it on track. I smiled to myself as I considered my next move. I had way too many clothes on and it was time to remedy that, so I turned around slowly.
"I need help with this," I said, looking back at him over my shoulder as I waited to see if he'd unclasp my bra. We stared at each other for a moment before his eyes went to my bra strap.
And I waited for him to make his decision.
Chapter Nine
He wanted to, but the question was: would he? For a second I thought he might turn me down. I could feel a sinking feeling in my stomach at the fear I might have lost the ability to seduce him. Did he not find me attractive anymore? Had he only been doing me to keep close enough to protect me?
The moment I felt the soft touch of his hands on the clasp of my bra, I knew I had won. I stood still, holding my breath as he undid the clasp. His fingers slid the bra straps off my shoulders and I savored the way my skin tingled with excitement under his slight touch.
He kissed my one shoulder softly as I allowed the clothing to fall to the floor. His hands rested on my arms. The feel of his mouth against my skin made me tremble. He pressed another soft kiss to my other shoulder before he turned me around. My arms were at my sides, giving him full view of my semi-nakedness. His eyes swept over me and I felt the heat of his gaze.
Gone was the man with the control and in his place was the man who wanted me and would have me. His one hand reached and cupped the nape of my neck as he pulled me gently to him. His lips covered mine and I pressed my body against his. My open hands splayed against his chest as his lips moved against mine.
It felt so good I groaned against his mouth, which allowed his tongue access to my mouth. My tongue swept against his as his arms encircled me and my arms snaked around his neck. Any logical thinking went out the window and all I could concentrate on was how I felt being thoroughly kissed by him.
The next minute his hands dropped to my bottom and lifted me off my feet. Instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist and he carried me. Our kiss deepened as our tongues caressed each other. My body shivered in anticipation of what we were about to share. I wanted him so badly.
Once we were inside his room he set me down on my feet. Our lips broke apart long enough for him to pull his shirt off and throw it down onto the floor. My hands were already undoing the buttons of his jeans when he kissed me again, cupping my cheeks so he could tilt my face upward to gain better access.
He was so good—he knew exactly what I wanted and what I needed. There were times when I needed him to take control but there were also moments I wanted him to be gentle and loving. I don't know how he knew, he just did. And right now I didn't want gentle.
He broke away and dropped his jeans to the floor. I looked down at the tent in his boxers and smiled. Emotions didn't matter. Feelings and betrayal didn't matter. I wanted him and there was no denying he wanted me.
He reached for the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs. The slight touch of his hands trailing down my skin was so erotic. He shrugged out of his boxers. I let my eyes run the length of his naked body, taking in the contours of his six-pack. He let his hungry gaze do the same to me.
Our eyes met.
"Come here," he commanded and I hesitated for a moment, still trying to hold on to some sort of control. He reached out to me and pulled me closer. He kissed me hard, stoking the fire inside of me. My mouth opened up, inviting him. The ache between my legs was starting to intensify. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.
"Please," I whispered against his mouth as his hands brushed down my sides and settled on my hips. Being in control didn't matter anymore. I needed him to take me and ease the ache.
I didn't have to ask again. His intent was clear as he walked me back to the bed. When I felt the sheets on the back of my legs he laid me down on the bed. I was squirming beneath his hungry gaze. He lay down on me and I opened my legs so he could lay between them.
"You feel so fucking good," he whispered as he pressed against me. His hand guided my leg around his hip. I was still on the pill so there was no need for protection. He'd been the only guy I'd ever taken without a condom.
He brushed his tongue against my bottom lip, taking me in gently between his teeth as he slid into me. My breath hitched as I felt the gentle bite as he withdrew. My hips lifted to meet his next thrust as he pulled his lips from mine.
He took my arms and guided them above my head. His hands held mine securely as our bodies began to move against each other. His fingers intertwined with mine as he began to move in and out of me. My mouth opened slightly as I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him closer. I liked the feel of being unable to touch him as he slammed into me, each thrust harder than before.
"Oh, my God," I gasped as I felt the first tremors of my orgasm hit me. His mouth covered mine and then my orgasm hit full force. I gasped against his lips and he thrust into me, releasing my hands as he held onto my hips. He pushed harder into me like he wanted to bury every inch of himself inside of me.
He body began to tense and he came with one hard thrust back inside of me. He held me so hard I was pretty sure I would have bruises, but I didn't care.
