Page 68 of Jump

But when he crushes me to the wall and his left foot taps mine to widen my stance, I comply and spread my legs.

He wraps one arm around my hip and cups my pussy, two of his fingers slipping through my slit and his palm brushing my clit until the combination sets off a series of explosions in my blood. But then he lines his cock up behind me, bending his legs to meet me on my level and hugging my thighs with his when the angle becomes weird.

My breath races and my heart sprints.

Then he removes his fingers and fills me with his cock instead.

I cry out, and squirm at the too-full sensation that is a mixture of pleasure and pain. But I’ll be damned if I tell him to stop.

My breath quakes and my chest bounces with the movement, but I nestle myself in his lap, and whimper when he pulls out to the very tip and charges forward again.

We didn’t discuss penetration. Or condoms. Or any of the pesky details we talked about the first time we did this. But there isn’t a single shred of my being that wants him to stop and address it now.

When he reaches around and grabs my jaw, twisting my face to crash his lips to mine, I’m officially done. Our tongues duel, and his hard length stretches me wide. Then he breaks our kiss, and kicks my feet together again, making the squeeze that much more intense, but it’s his eyes staring down into mine that make everything better.

His assurance that he’s looking at me.

He’s not in his head, thinking about someone else. He’s not comparing, not wondering. He’s here with me.

And when my lips curl into a soft grin, his cock twitches in response.

“Fuckkkk.” His fingers dig into my jaw, a lance of pain that only adds fuel to the fire already blazing between us. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Viv.”

“I’m gonna come.”

He chokes out a laugh and bites my bottom lip, speeding his thrusts, and slides his thumb across my clit. “Take me with you, Anarchy. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

* * *

Matt’s ‘five-minute’ shower lasted about thirty in total. Our plans to have dinner and talk books were abandoned when he instead carried me to his bed and buried his tongue between my legs.

His hands bruised my flesh, and his cock became my anchor, keeping me tied to him as we weathered the storms of our own making.

His lips became a way of prayer, and my body, the temple he knelt before.

Matteo Ruiz may be the least tolerant, most short-tempered, no-nonsense man I’ve ever met. But in bed, his patience knows no bounds. His selflessness, somehow selfish. He garners pleasure by pleasuring me. He finds happiness by making me orgasm.

Now we lie sated, our legs tangled and my cheek resting on his chest. My hand on his stomach, while his fingers comb through my damp hair.

“Dinner still smells good.”

I breathe out a soft laugh and trace the lines on his abdomen. “It’s probably still hot. I turned the oven off, but left it all in there.”

“So you planned to seduce me?” Amused, he presses a kiss to my forehead. “This was premeditated and calculated.”

“It was a moment of insanity,” I counter with a smile. “And only after a glass of wine and an S.O.S. call to my best friend.”

Curious, maybe a little stunned, he pulls back just far enough to look down into my eyes. “You called Hannah?”

My cheeks warm, but I nod so he knows. So he’s aware I opened my gob about us. “I needed her to talk me off the ledge.”

“She knows about us?” he asks warily. “About this? You said my name?”

“Yes, though I made her promise not to tell anyone else. Not even Axel. She’s in the cone of silence. But if you’re mad—”

“I’m not mad.” He turns to his side and places his fingers beneath my chin to hold me captive. To force me to look at him. “I’m surprised,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “Shocked, really, that you told her, when you’re so set on caring what the world thinks.”

I draw my bottom lip between my teeth and suckle as Matt’s perfect brown gaze flickers between mine. “She can be really loud sometimes,” I concede. “She can be obnoxious. But she made a promise not to tell anyone else, and she will never, ever betray that trust.”

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