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“Kat?” he finally asks. “I have no idea what you’re wearing, and don’t get me wrong, I like it, but—”
I shake my head and moan. “It’s…it’s not coming off. Not easily. Just…” I trail off, hoping he can read my mind.
“That’s okay,” he says. “I know what you need.” His hand goes back down, moving between my legs with measured assurance.
I cry out, eyelids slamming shut.
“Shh,” he murmurs into my neck.
His hand starts working me over my clothes. I haven’t had anyone touch me like this in years, having graduated to—what I thought were—bigger and better things. But Matthew is never afraid to prove me wrong. Exquisitely wrong. Wrong in a way that sets my mind tumbling and reeling. Bringing me to the brink, pushing me straight over the edge. He presses his lips to mine, swallowing my whimpers. I melt.
When I collapse into him, he continues brushing me with kisses. I shudder on the comedown, opening my eyes to brilliant, steady blue.
Breath by breath, I return to myself. I cannot remember the last time someone made me come from outside my pants. Maybe never. Not like this. Certainly not without the expectation of something in return.
I tip my head onto his shoulder, stuporous. “I have no idea what you just did or how you did it but consider me sufficiently impressed.”
“So you’re not going home?”
“I’m not going anywhere, Matt.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ThenightaftertheHallows’ Eve party, I have an unexpected visitor. I’m brushing my teeth when Mellie shrieks in our bedroom, dithering by the window.
“Kat,” she groans, throwing her hands up in frustration. “It’s one of your boyfriends. I can’t keep them straight anymore.”
My heart hammers. I cross the room and pull the curtains.
It’s Abe, standing outside, giving me a shy wave. Since Mellie’s peeking over my shoulder, he waves to her too. A small salute.
“Oh my god!” She trips over herself and topples backward, landing gracelessly on her butt.
“He doesn’t bite.” I laugh at her and swing a leg out. “Just let me see what he wants. I’ll be right back.”
“Kaaaat,” she whines. “You know I hate it when you do this.”
“Right back,” I repeat, disappearing down the wall. I traipse after Abe to our copse of trees in the park.
“Hi, Kat.”
“Hi, Abe.” I cross my arms and wait. He usually only comes to pass along a message from Paul or to pick up intel after an event.
“So…” He sticks his hands in his pockets.
“So?”
“How was your party last night?”
“It was grand, thanks. Is everything okay with the Royals?”
“It is.”
“So…?” I draw out the word. “What brought you here tonight?”
“I’m just…checking in with you.”
“Checking in about what?”
