Page 42 of All I Desire

Chapter Eleven

NATALIA

“I hopepizza’s okay with you.”

I stand aside, allowing a grinning Matthew to walk into my condo. He’s carrying an oversized pizza box from Island Pies, and my mouth waters at the smell of cheese and dough. And the sight of him. He’s in faded jeans and a simple, white T-shirt.

The urge to run my hands over those muscular biceps of his is strong. I refrain, because I’m not a total freak. Not yet, anyway. Give it an hour or two.

“Sweet. Pizza’s always okay. Here, you can put it in the kitchen.”

Mister Sinister, who is in the middle of a particularly intense ball-licking session, glances up from the sofa in alarm.

“Hey cool cat,” Matthew says to Sin as he walks by. The feline, looking aggrieved at the interruption, returns to his privates.

Matthew follows me to the kitchen and sets the box on the counter. “I got half veggie, half meat. Wasn’t sure which you wanted.”

“Meat, dude. Meat. Only meat,” I blurt, and we both laugh.

He turns to me, and I wrap him in a hug. “Thanks for bringing the pizza. I’ve got some wine around here somewhere.”

Oh, he smells amazing. Like he just scrubbed down with a giant bar of Irish Spring soap. Yeah, I really want to bite him. Kiss him. Feast on his smooth skin. Screw the pizza. We hug hard for a second and I brush my lips on the bare column of his neck, unable to control myself.

His hands skim my back. Then, we’re kissing.

Okay, we’re making out. No, we’re ravenously assaulting each other’s mouths, swapping spit and touching tongues. All afternoon, I’d thought about what we’d do tonight. Whether we’d sleep together. If things would turn awkward.

Things are definitely not awkward. They’re smokin’ hot. And from the rhythm of this kiss, that pizza’s going to get cold and we’re going to get naked. He grabs a handful of my hair and tilts my head back so he can kiss my neck. A warm shiver goes through me. Oh, yeah.

“Do you need to eat right now, or can it wait?” I hum.

“I’d prefer to wait, because I’m in the mood for something else.”

“What’s that?” I purr.

“You.” He bites me lightly on the neck.

Oh. My. God. I think my insides just turned to hot, molten goo.

I laugh and grab his hand, pulling him out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into my bedroom. We tumble onto the bed, him kicking his Vans off in the process.

“You’re so hot, I swear to God,” he groans as he fumbles at the hem of my tank top. He pulls it over my head, and I strip his T-shirt off of him. Even though I know we have all night together, it feels extremely urgent that we get naked right now.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Me too,” I whisper.

When I go to undo my bra, he stops me with a kiss. “Let me. Lie back and let me take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” I scoot back until I’m resting against my tall, quilted, black headboard. He unhooks the front clasp of my bra and licks his lips while looking at my breasts.

“Yeah. Take care of you. Make you feel good.” His lips are on my nipple and I arch into him. Oh my, his tongue already feels sublime. This is my kind of TLC.

I murmur a moan while his hands cup my breasts. His touch is downright worshipful, his focus fully on me. With some guys I’ve been with in the past, I‘ve felt like they were trying to live up to some porn video standard, always checking themselves out in a mirror or trying to contort my body into weird positions. With Matthew, he’s fully present. Checking in with me by making eye contact. Smiling. Kissing a little trail down my cleavage, then following that up with a sensual trace of his finger.

He unbuttons my shorts, and I watch as he tugs them, and my panties, down my hips.

I’m naked now, and he’s kneeling, wearing only jeans. I reach to trace the outline of his erection with my fingers, and he watches for a few seconds, then stops me.

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