Page 50 of Your Rhythm
“Antoine, regarde!”
His friend puts the flask down on a shelf and waves at us. “Hein, nous vous voyons, là!”
Matt waves back. The server grins and gestures between me and Matt before making a hip thrusting motion.
“Ben, vas-y!”
I’m pretty sure that’s the French equivalent for ‘Get it on!”
Classy.
The two of them collapse into chest-clutching laughter, and I push Matt back so I can hop off the table. They hoot at us as we pass by them and out the kitchen door. As soon as we’re through, we both burst out laughing too.
“What?” Matt shouts over the music. “You didn’t want to give them a show?”
I stand on my toes to get closer to his ear. “The only person who’s getting a show from me tonight is you.”
I watch the hunger make its way into his features again, and then he’s pulling me through the crowd and out the front door. He flags one of the cabs loitering on the street down, and before I’m even sure what’s happening, we’re climbing into the back seat as I give the driver the address of my motel.
My knees start to knock together as we drive, lips pursed in a tight line as all my doubts about this come flooding in. Matt seems to sense what I’m feeling. He reaches a hand out and squeezes my knee, just as I open my mouth to tell him that maybe we should rethink this. The words get lodged in my throat, escaping only as a breathless little sigh when he starts to move higher up my leg.
I spend the rest of the ride concentrating on not jumping him in the backseat.
He takes my hand as we exit the cab. The gesture catches me off guard. It’s caring, almost sweet in its intimacy, and I know the thrill it fills me with is far more dangerous than just the anticipation of sex—an anticipation that’s growing to borderline life-threatening levels the closer we get to my room. I’m almost shaking as I fumble for my key card in my purse.
“Hey.” Matt takes my chin in his hand as I’m about to open the door to room 108. “Look at me.”
I lift my head up to face him.
“You know we don’t have to do this, right?” His voice is strained with concern. “I need to know you want this, Kay.”
For a moment, I consider sending him away. Just for one single moment.
Then I swipe the key card and grab a fistful of his shirt.
“Get in here, Pearson. ‘Want’ doesn’t even cover it.”
Somehow we find the bed in the darkness. I fall onto the mattress and fumble for the bedside light as Matt leans back to throw his jacket away. I’ve just managed to click the switch and cast us in a dim orange glow when he pounces on me, pinning me down on the comforter and laying himself between my legs.
“Wait, shoes!” I gasp. “We’ll wreck the bed.”
He chuckles. “You’re fucking right we’ll wreck the bed.”
He lets me wriggle away long enough for us to pull our socks and shoes off though, and then goes right back to holding my arms down as he trails his lips up my neck.
“Jesus fuck, Matt. I want you naked. I want you naked right now.”
His breath is hot on the skin just behind my ear. “I thought you saidIwas getting a show.” He rolls off me and stretches out on his back, folding his arms behind his head as he gives me a wolfish grin. “Go on, then.”
Fine. I can play that game.
I crawl my way over to him and straddle his lap, keeping myself up on both knees. His eyes follow my hands as I trail them up my stomach and over my shirt, grazing my breasts before running them through my hair. He pulls in a sharp breath when I toss my jacket aside and then grab the edge of my t-shirt, un-tucking it from the high waist of my pants and slowly inching it upwards until I’ve exposed the bottom of my black bra.
I pause and raise an eyebrow at him. “Enjoying the show?” He swallows and nods. I let my shirt fall down again. “Too bad it’s time for the intermission.”
His hands dig into my thighs so hard it hurts. “Don’t youdarestop now.”
I can’t get enough of the threat in his voice, of the surge of alarm I feel every time I test his limits. He keeps his hands on my legs as I go back to playing with my shirt, lifting it all the way up this time and tugging it over my head. I moan with him as I start to knead my breasts over my bra.
