Page 56 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
Her hips arched up, pressing against me, and a broken sound slipped past her lips, half in frustration and half in surrender. “Matt.”
It was just my name, just my goddamn name, but the way she whimpered it like she was desperate, like she’d missed me, unraveled something inside of me.
I let go of her wrists, my hands sliding down, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
“You’re killing me,” I rasped against her mouth.
She laughed, short and breathless, before pushing herself up that fraction of an inch and kissing me like the world was ending.
There was no thinking after that.
Her jeans hit the floor. Mine followed. My hands moved over her, taking off her shirt, memorizing the dip of her waist, the shiver of her stomach when my fingers skimmed the edge of her underwear. I wanted to take my time, wanted to drag this out until neither of us could breathe right, but when her nails dug into my back, needy, demanding, and urgent, I lost the fight.
I losteveryfight.
The moment I sank into her, she clenched around me like she’d been waiting for it, like we were finally where we were supposed to be. And I let myself fucking believe it.
Her thighs tightened around me, her breath hot against my jaw, her body yielding in a way that had far too much to do with trust I hadn’t earned.
I didn’t deserve this.
I caught her mouth again, swallowing her gasps, masking my own. “You’re—fuck, sweetheart, you’reeverything,” I croaked, my nails digging in hard enough to leave little half-moon indents.
I could lie to myself all I wanted. I could call this just sex, just need, justlust. But the way my hands gentled when they threaded through her hair, the way my lips lingered on the flutter of her pulse, none of that was casual.
I knew that.
She knew that.
And when she came apart beneath me, shaking, her fingers clutching at me like she was afraid I’d disappear, I let it happen.
Even though I knew I shouldn’t.
Even though I knew it was reckless.
Even though she’d hate me in a few minutes.
Because she wasn’t just under my skin anymore, she was in my goddamnbones, and I had next to no resilience to keep myself from wanting her enough to fuck up everything.
Chapter 17
Sienna
When our breathing finally slowed from frantic panting, when every aftershock had run its course, neither of us spoke.
The room was quiet in a way that didn’t feel gentle. It didn’t come with comfort or peace or the steadying realization that this wasokayorrightorfixed. It was more like an aftershock, like the eerie stillness of the eye of a hurricane.
His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, one arm still curled loosely around my back. I wanted to let myself enjoy it, wanted to linger in the sound of his heartbeat thrumming away or the sight of his chest hair stuck down from sweat and friction.
But I couldn’t stop focusing on how still he’d gone beneath me.Toostill. Not the calm, deep still of sleep, but worse.
I willed myself to breathe fully as I sat up, slowly pulling the sheets up to cover my chest. The space between my thighs ached satisfyingly, but my chest was clamping down, filling with questions, filling with dread.
He didn’t stop me from moving. But he didn’t stay still for long either.
Before I could question it, he was leaning off the side of the bed, grabbing his discarded t-shirt from the floor like we weredone here, like whatever this was had clearly ended. I wrapped the sheet tighter around myself, tucking it under my arms, and stared at him, heart thudding against my ribs.
“Matt,” I rasped.
