Page 68 of My Undead Heart
I’m not sure why I let her believe I don’t enjoy reading, or why I play stupid other than it seems to make her smile. God, that smile. It’s not the pinched, guarded pull of her lips she gives most people. No, it’s the grin that begins slowly and grows wider with her amusement until the outside edges of her eyelids wrinkle together and all her teeth show. It’s the smile I’m thoroughly addicted to. The one I’ll act an idiot to gain.
She’s here, in my apartment, and while I should be relishing in the proximity, I can’t help but heed my little brother’s warning.Don’t sit on the bench too long. You freeze up one moment and you’ll be friend-zoned for a lifetime. That’s one position I don’t want to be held down to by Mia.
I should ask first. I want her full consent, but my fingers can’t stay put in my lap with her legs so close. There’s nothing overtly sexual about the way I’m touching her. Just stroking her leg over the material of her jeans. Who am I kidding? Everything between us is charged with an untapped lust we’re both too chicken or proud to give in to. I want Mia—every part of her—but she’s made her position clear. No sex with these dates. It was part of the deal.
The show plays on-screen, and while I watch the action unfold I don’t hear one bit of the dialog. I’m too preoccupied with the woman beside me, wondering if she wants me as much as I want her. There’s no way to know for certain but I take it as a good sign that she never once moves her leg away from my touch. Maybe I’m too afraid to chance another rejection, but I’d like to think it’s because I’m working to respect her boundaries. Either way, I’m glad I’ve already seen this episode or I’d be clueless as to what’s going on. In trueGame of Thronestradition, it doesn’t take long for the characters on screen to get physical. This scene in particular is so damn arousing my dick pushes painfully against my jeans. I close my eyes to calm myself, quite literally, but that only makes it worse. The heavy breathing and moans travel directly from my television to my groin.
“Matt,” Mia says and I lift my gaze to find her breath coming just as rapidly as mine.
“Mia.” Her name is the sweetest sound on my lips.
“Can our date be over?” She’s looking at me from beneath hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling in the most distracting way. She has a fantastic rack and I don’t understand her question. Does she want to leave? Her body says the opposite.
“Over?” I barely get out the word before she’s up off the couch. Taking the full glass of wine from my hand, she drinks most of it and then sets both the empty glasses on the kitchen counter. Too scared to ask questions because it might impede whatever she’s after, I don’t say a word. Her hips sway on the way back to the couch, but instead of taking her previous seat she stands directly in front of me, unmoving and blocking my view of the television. Not that I mind, but it is sort of humorous considering how much effort it took to agree on the show.
“Do you want me to take you home now?” I say, hoping, praying, begging the universe that she’ll say no.
She shakes her head in the negative and leans forward enough to place one hand on each of my shoulders. Carefully. Painfully slow she sets her knees on each side of my lap so she’s straddling my waist.
God, I want her. Lust, carnal and pure, courses through my veins, and it takes all of my willpower not to drag her the rest of the way over my body so she feels exactly what she does to me.
“Matt,” she whispers and her fingers move boldly over the front of my shirt. Her nails scrape through the fabric and I groan. My gaze stays on her eyes as she lifts the hem of my shirt to slide her hands underneath.
“Mia,” I say and her gaze lifts to mine. “Can I—”
“Touch me,” she demands and I don’t waste a second. My hands run along the tops of her thighs until they reach her hips. Squeezing. Rubbing. Touching. My fingers caress over her clothes, but I don’t make the first move. No, that’s her call. If it were mine, I’d stand up and carry her to my bedroom this instant.
She lifts my shirt and I sit forward so she can peel it from my skin. She gasps, her fingernails raking down the front of my chest and stomach. “You’re so ...”
“Muscle-y?” I flex my abs and wink.
She laughs. It’s not fake or polite either; it’s one I’ve never heard from her before. “Yeah, I was gonna say fucking ripped.” Her lips tick up with a smirk.
“Convenient I own a gym, yeah?” She’s too far away, even sitting on my lap. My dick throbs painfully in my jeans and I release a ragged breath to calm the fuck down. Dipping my chin, I tuck my head into the crook of her neck and kiss my way up the side of her throat to the shell of her ear. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Mmm...” she moans and I take note her body shivers when my breath hits her ear. A sweet spot. I’m determined to discover all of hers.
My hands rub up and down her back all the way to her ass and I grip the flesh there to drag her center on top of mine. “So fucking smart.” I say in her ear, again causing her to moan. My lips pepper kisses closer and closer to her lips. That’s what I want. To claim them with mine, but I’ll admit I’m cautious. I don’t want her to run scared. Not like the last time.
“Matt.” She stops my movements by holding my cheeks between her hands.
“Yeah?”
“Would you kiss me already?” Her demand could be considered comical, but I’m not laughing.
My lips meet hers, and like everything between us there’s a push and pull that almost feels like fighting as our lips come together. My hands move with more purpose, and my fingers dig into her hips as I help rock them over my lap. Mia groans before she swipes her tongue along the seam of my mouth.
Letting her take control of the kiss, I work on removing her shirt and unclasping her bra. She pushes against my chest so I have to lean back into the couch and in one motion she peels the article from her breasts. Now it’s my turn to groan.
“Fuck,” I breathe out and cup them in my hands. Natural, heavy, and the perfect fit. These are my new favorite things about Mia.
“Are you just going to stare all night?” she quips and it’s then I realize she must be as worked up as I am. I’ve been trying to show restraint and slow things down, not completely overpower her, but honestly, I’m ready to unleash. Her sassy words issue the permission I’ve been wishing for all night.
I lean my head forward so my lips can clamp down around one perky breast. She gasps and groans. With one free hand I play with her other nipple, working it into a hard peak, and my other hand holds her center against my throbbing dick.
Switching my attention to the other breast, both of my hands go to the button of her jeans. I flip that open while she does mine, and both of our zippers drag down in unison. My lips are still fastened around one of her breasts, and Mia’s fingers dive into my hair to hold me right there.
She doesn’t use words, but everything about her body shows me exactly what she prefers as I lick, suck, and nip at her beautiful breasts. With her jeans now undone, I slide two fingers inside the front of her panties, not at all surprised to find her wet. My fingers work back and forth until I find that tiny bundle of nerves, and once I do her hips push further down on my lap.
