Page 31 of All I Desire

He is dating gold, I’ve decided.

“You’re really trying to impress me, aren’t you?” I try to take the towel from him, but he doesn’t let go, instead, pulling me toward him. I dry my hands, my gaze going to his forearms. He’s rolled up the sleeves of his light blue button down, showing off those gorgeous muscular arms of his.

“Maybe. But my mom always taught me to pick up after myself. And to be a polite guest.”

I wrap my arms around him, my hands at the back of his neck. “Your mom deserves a medal. Tell her that. Most guys aren’t like that.”

He slides his hands around my waist and kisses my forehead. “You might get a chance to tell her yourself.”

My God. Are we already talking about meeting each other’s families? And what about his daughter? He mentioned her a little over dinner, and I wondered if he was holding back, trying not to scare me. I have so many more questions, both about the kid and his divorce. But I don’t want to get into that when things are going so well, probably because I’m afraid of ruining the magic.

And there’s definitely magic between us. It crackles and sparkles every time we look at each other. Every time our hands brush against one another’s. Like now.

He’s kissing me, hard. Right here in the kitchen, next to the sink. The dishwasher is half-loaded and the door is open and I don’t care one bit. My stomach’s all jittery from the anticipation of more.

“Yum,” I whisper in between kisses. “I want you for dessert.”

“Oh yeah?” he growls, then hoists me into his arms and carries me to the living room couch. For the first time, I’m grateful that I got the extra-large console sofa, because we have plenty of room to move around. Visions of dirty positions romp through my head.

He lays me down and cages me with his arms, staring into my eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Man, I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet right now, being here with you.”

“Oh, come on,” I chortle into his broad chest.

“What?”

“You. You don’t seem real. You’re so good. And too sexy.”

He chuckles. “I’ve never been called too sexy.”

“You could be a candidate for People’s Sexiest Man Alive.”

“No way.”

“Way.” I pull him down so I can kiss his gorgeous lips. The full weight of his body is on me, and for the first time in forever, I feel both achy and eager. The emotions spread through my chest, down my stomach, and settle between my legs.

The balcony doors are open and I can hear the soft surf and feel the cool night breeze on my bare legs, and I swear, this moment is perfect. Just freaking perfect.

I shut my eyes as he nuzzles my neck, dragging his lips across the sensitive skin. His big hand goes to my waist, then he lifts himself half off my body while kissing me, skimming his hand over my chest, then down to my belly.

His fingers dip under my shirt, and then his entire hand. Oh, God, that feels amazing, the warmth and pressure of his whole palm on my breast.

“Lace. Nice,” he murmurs, his fingers caressing me through my black bra. I’m not all that big up top and could probably have gone without one. But tonight, I wore something cute and feminine underneath my tank top and shorts. And matching, too!

My skin ignites under his touch. More, my brain demands. So I wriggle out of my tank top, shimmying underneath him, brushing my thigh coyly against his erection. His mouth parts when he sees me without my shirt, wearing only my lacy bralette.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. His lips trail over my collarbone, then to my cleavage. I moan at the sight of his hand brushing aside the lace bra cup, exposing my nipple.

His breath is hot on my skin, and his mouth is even more scorching. I arch my back into him, feeling slightly dizzy. I’d probably be unable to stand in this moment; I’m so overwhelmed by the sensation of his lips.

His tongue circles my nipple while his hand frees my other breast from the fabric. He lifts his head, looking at me with a hungry, rough expression.

“Natalia,” he rasps. “I want…”

I start to unbutton his shirt, looking him squarely in the eyes. “What do you want, Matthew?”

“You. I want you. I want to bury myself inside you. That’s cheesy. Sorry. Christ, I haven’t felt this horny in decades.” He grins, licking his bottom lip.

My hands are shaking, fumbling at the buttons. Meanwhile, my breasts are caged in the elastic lace, pushed up lasciviously. He sucks on my nipples, then kisses me hard.

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