Page 35 of Blindsided

“Mmmm. Matty,” I moan.

“I’ve spent weeks wondering what my name would sound like on your lips, but my imagination never did it justice.” He slides his hand down my throat to my chest. He squeezes my breast and then teases my nipple with his palm.

My hips buck, my core seeking something more than the nothing it’s currently getting. Matthew seems to read my body, his hand moving down my stomach to tease the waistband of my sleep shorts.

“Matty, please.”

“You need more, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” At my permission, Matty slips his fingers under my panties, going straight for my clit. I suck in a gasp at the sensation. My entire body is strung tighter than a bowstring, ready to release every ounce of tension pulling me back.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Matthew says in my ear. He slides two fingers into my pussy, and I couldn’t hold back my moan if I wanted to. His palm grinds against my clit as he works me up. My orgasm is barreling toward me faster than I’ve ever managed on my own.

How the hell have I gone from daydreaming about Matthew to having him touch me as if he knows my body better than I do? That’s a question I’ll have to think about later. Right now, my hips are starting to rock into his hand.

“Come on my fingers, pretty girl. I want to feel how tight your pussy gets.”

I whimper, my body clamping down on him without any effort on my part. Matthew moves the arm under my head and bends it to pinch my nipple. That little extra sensation sends me careening over the edge, my body seizing as I come hard around him.

“Jesus Christ,” Matthew groans.

I melt back into the mattress, breathing hard and completely dazed. Nothing has ever felt that good. Not even my toy collection has gotten me off like that.

My eyes snap open, and I look over my shoulder.Matthew Ellis just made me come on his fingers.

The heat in Matthew’s eyes sends another bolt of lust through me. “Did that really just happen?” I whisper. Maybe I just had a wet dream.

He slides his hand out from under my shorts and pops his fingers right into his mouth. My jaw drops, not quite believing what I’m seeing.

“Fucking delicious.”

I don’t hesitate; I smash my mouth against Matthew’s. He grunts but takes over our kiss without missing a beat. His tongue licks the seam of my lips, and I open for him. Every second of this moment is better than I ever dreamed about.

Matthew’s lips are soft and dominant, sweeping me up in his orbit until I’m not sure I know where I am anymore. It’s everything I’ve wanted since I was a teen, and I never want it to end.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asks, pulling away from my mouth, only to press kisses all over my face.

“Whatever it is, I’m not going to stop doing it.”

Matthew laughs and presses his forehead to mine.

“What are we doing, Matty?” I whisper, afraid that if I say the words too loudly, it will pop the bubble we’ve created.

“I don’t know,” he whispers back. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since you stayed with me the first time. You’re the only one I want to talk to when I wake up and the only person on my mind when I go to bed. I crave you like a drug, and I haven’t even had you yet.”

I stare into Matthew’s denim-blue eyes and somehow find the courage to tell him my truth. “I’ve wanted you since I was a teenager. When you walked into the room, nothing else mattered. Whatever you were doing, I wanted to do, too. You were the kindest boy I’d ever met, and then you grew up into an even better man, and my crush only grew stronger. I never imagined I’d get the chance to spend one-on-one time with you, let alone receive the best fucking orgasm of my life.”

Matthew grins at that statement, a cocky look in his eyes telling me he’s pleased.

I roll my eyes but keep laying my heart on the line. “I want this, Matty. Whatever is happening between us is more than I expected, and I want to see what it could be.”

“What about Desmond? He chases away any man he deems not good enough for you. Can you imagine what he would do if we told him about us?”

I cringe. “What if we explored what’s happening between us first, and when there’s something to tell, we’ll tell him?”

Matthew’s lips turn down at the corners as he contemplates my suggestion. “So we take the next two months to find out if this is something more, and if it is, we come clean.”

“Exactly. There’s no reason to piss him off if things between us fizzle out before I leave anyway.”

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