Page 74 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
“Still so wet for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. His platinum ring glinted in the sunlight as he slowly sank a finger into me, crooked just right. “Even when you’re pissed. God,especiallywhen you’re pissed.”
I choked on a moan as he added another finger, his palm grinding against my clit. “Matt—fuck,please?—”
“Not yet.” His lips brushed my jaw, his hand repositioning just slightly between my thighs. “Want you to come for me first. Just like this.”
The tips of his fingers pressed harder against that spot that made my mind go fuzzy, the one that made my body burn, the one that blurred my vision, and I cried out, my back bowing off the couch.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I did.
His gaze held mine as the coil in my gut tightened, my body locking around his fingers, and just as my release started to crest, his palm moved, taking away stimulation to my clit and leaving me with just his relentless drags. I whined, but my body persisted, tightening harder, muscles locking, cresting higher, higher,higher?—
My vision whited out, the orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire, a ragged cry tearing from my throat as he swallowed it with another kiss.
“God, you moan so fucking pretty,” he muttered against my lips. I hadn’t even stopped shaking when his belt clinked as he freed himself, the thick length of him resting just beneath my stomach.
The moment he pushed inside of me in one hard stroke, I nearly sobbed. He wasunfair. It wasn’t normal for someone to just feel like fucking heaven inside of me without even moving, but hedid, like he was crafted to sit perfectly where I wanted him most.
His groan vibrated through my chest as he started to move, my walls fluttering around him. The angle was brutal, my legs hooked over his elbows, his hips driving deep with a pace that stole the air from my lungs, but he wascarefulin the same breath, avoiding my stomach, not putting his weight on me, not even so much as a slip up.
I clawed at his biceps, his shoulders, his hair, anything I could reach, every part of him solid and warm and real beneath my hands.
“Still think I’m running?” he gritted out, his forehead dropping to mine.
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t breathe, not when he felt like this, not when his fingers dug into the backs of my thighs like he was afraidIwas the one who’d disappear. The friction was too much, the stretch too perfect, the way his body loomed over mine like a shield against everything buthim.
He kissed me through the second orgasm, and then the third, his rhythm finally stuttering as he followed me over, his groan muffled against my mouth. For one trembling moment, we were fused, sitting in the aftermath, our breaths mingling between us, my pulse hammering so hard I wondered, briefly, if it was an emergency.
I just wanted to stay like this. Right here, right under him, words not needed and silence screaming.
But then he was moving.
His lips brushed my temple, slow and soft, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “I meant it,” he said. “All of it. I’m not leaving. I promise.”
My throat closed in. I didn’t want to let myself believe it, not again, not when he’d shown me he couldn’t be honest like that.
But last time, he’d switched back to cold-Matt right after we’d finished. And he wasn’t right now. He was here, he was soft, and he was holding me like the world might fall out from under us both if he didn’t.
I closed my eyes, hesitant, and let myself believe him.
Chapter 24
Matt
“You’re not telling me where we’re goingbecause…?”
“Sienna,sweetheart,” I drawled, pushing my sunglasses up my nose as I guided her down the tarmac with a hand at the small of her back. “I’ve told you, what, four times now? It’s a surprise.”
She rolled her eyes, muttered something under her breath about control issues and“money-bags behavior,” but she didn’t stop walking. Her oversized grey t-shirt hung loosely around her leggings-wrapped upper thighs, her multi-colored knit sweater clutched in her grasp. I’d told her to bring something at least a little warm, but otherwise to be herself. She didn’t need makeup if she didn’t want it, didn’t need an overnight bag. There and back in one day was the mission.
And even with her hair up in a haphazardly done bun, even with nothing but mascara, andespeciallywith the way her clothes were starting to catch on the not-so-hideable bump, she looked so fucking good it made my jaw ache from clenching it.
“Most people apologize with flowers. Or maybe food,” she deadpanned, glancing up at me as we reached the bottom of the stairs for the jet. “But a jet? Come on, Matt, that’s not casual.”
I tried to bite back my grin. “I never said food wasn’t the plan.”
She groaned and forced herself up onto the stairs, clinging to the railing for dear life. “I swear to God, if you’re taking me somewhere fancy without me dressed decently, I might genuinely scream.”
