Page 45 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
I gripped her by the chin. “Look at me, sweetheart,” I ordered, waiting for her eyes to focus at least halfway. “I’m going to watch you come again. And again. And again.”
She swallowed, her throat working, words gone.
“And I want to feel every goddamn second of it,” I gritted out, holding her gaze unwaveringly as I shoved in with one relentless thrust, my vision blurring for half a second as I sank to the hilt.
She whimpered, beautifully, brokenly, her body stretching to take me, her walls so impossibly tight around every inch. Her legs locked around me as her nails pressed in harder like she’d simplydieif I pulled out, her mouth opening in a pretty little O.
She didn’t dare look away from me.
I didn’t give her the chance to.
It started frantic. Our bodies crashed together with the same desperate hunger that had fueled us our first time on the flight, but this wasdifferent.There was no partition to lower, no flight attendants to hide from, no performance, no pretending. Just skin and sweat and the way her hands mapped every inch of me like she was memorizing the way we fit together.
I kept my word. I watched it all.
Every hitch of her breath, every desperate, fluttering squeeze of her thighs around my hips, every trembled and helpless noise she tried to swallow down for Zach’s sake. I drank it all in like I’d never get enough, and when she came the third time, her whole body locking around me with a choked,“Matt,”I nearly lost myself right then from the way she looked at me.
Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like there was far more behind those eyes than either of us would admit to.
We slowed after that. Not because the hunger faded, but because I was desperate to savor this, savorher, wanted to feel the way she melted under my hands or the way her nails traced my shoulders between tremors, the way she whispered my name like it was something holy and blasphemous all at once.
She came twice more before I finally let go — once with my fingers twisting in her hair when I’d flipped her onto her stomach, and once with my mouth sealed over hers to swallow her sounds as she rode me. And when I finally followed her over the edge, it wasn’t the frantic release I’d found weeks ago on the flight. It was deeper,fuller, like every nerve in my body had been waiting for that exact moment, this exact woman, to finally fucking shatter.
We didn’t speak after. There were no cursed regrets or hesitant small talk. It was just tangled limbs and slowing breaths, her back pressed against my chest, my hand splayed possessively over her stomach. The silence stretched, comfortable in a way it had no right to be.
The realization hit me like a fucking freight train — I wasn’t ready for this to end. And God, that scared me more than anything else.
I didn’t do this. This wasn’tme.
But then she turned in my arms, her nose brushing against my collarbone, my fingers idly plucking the bobby pins from her hair, and for the first time in years, I wasn’t sure I cared if it scared me.
I didn’t even remember falling asleep.
Chapter 13
Sienna
Sunlight was strewn across the bed by the time my eyes opened. It was far later than I was meant to wake up, but the light was warm, painting the bed in soft gold and heating the white linen sheets.
For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, tangled in warmth and the scent of Matt’s cologne that had seemed to cling to my skin, a pleasant ache between my thighs drawing my mind back to last night. His mouth, his hands, the way he’d held me after, like I was something precious — not a distraction this time, not a mistake.
Please still be here.
There was no heat against my back, no even breathing to settle the nerves creeping up my neck. I didn’t want to find out, didn’t want the crash if he’d left.
But I couldn’thearanything besides the low hum of the AC.
I already knew before my hand reached through the empty sheets.
I rolled over, the blankets slipping off my shoulder as I lifted myself onto my elbow, chest tightening as I stared at the empty space beside me.
No note. No sound of the shower. No hint of movement in the villa atall.
I sat up fully, dread blooming like I’d swallowed down ice. I pulled on the robe hanging over the wicker lounger and cracked the bedroom door.
Silence.
No voices, no clatter of Margot making coffee, no eggs sizzling in a pan, no little footsteps, no shrieking over T-Rex Time Jam. I padded barefoot down the hall, quickening, heart thudding louder with every step.
