Page 121 of Keep Me
My breathing was labored. I was sure he could feel how desperate and needy I was from my ribs, and he didn’t make me wait. When his tongue skated across my lips, I clutched the back of his shirt, wanting to rip it off his body as I tipped my chin, waiting for our mouths to collide.
“I just wanted to say I had a great time with your family tonight.”
I loosened my grip and tried to mask my frown. That wasn’t what I’d expect him to interrupt a make-out session for.
“That’s good,” I drawled out, hoping to hide the huskiness in my voice. “I think they liked you too. My mom told me you were a charming young man.” I rolled my eyes, and Matty’s fingers twitched against my skin, sending tingles of arousal through my stomach. He was the king of patience.
“I liked her a lot, too. She reminded me of you. Funny, sweet, and unassumingly determined.”
I crinkled my nose at the description, and he kissed the tip. “Unassumingly determined? Is that a good thing?”
“It’s the best thing about you. No one knows just how hard you’ll fight for someone or something you really believe in.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled. I was never very good at taking compliments, and hearing them from the man I loved seemed to be even harder.
“No. Thank you for giving me the privilege of seeing you fight for both.”
My work and him. They were the only two things he could be referring to, and my heart warmed at how easily he could make me feel seen and special.
“I’m pretty sure Sam liked you too.” I changed the subject back to him. “He’s a hard ass and usually needs a little winning over,but that’s how I know he likes you. He wouldn’t have bothered to talk to you if he didn’t.”
“That’s good to hear,” he said, leaning down and brushing his nose against mine. “You know, I’m in love with you, Britt?” he confessed before capturing my lips with his. Needy and wanting, we were torturing ourselves out here, and it didn’t feel like we were any closer to it ending. When he pulled back, he said, “It was made clear to me that you might not know that, so I just wanted to say it again. I’m so desperately in love with you I can’t imagine my future with anyone else.”
I blinked a few times, trying to gain my composure as I squirmed underneath him. Matty was so confident in us. Even when there were so many obstacles I couldn’t see straight, he was the one pushing for this to work, and it was only now that I was starting to realize why. We were inevitable. We were never meant to just be best friends. We were always meant to take on the world together.
“I love you too.” I cupped his cheek, drawing him close and kissing him one more time. “I’m sorry I ever made you doubt it. I just didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness.”
“My happiness is you. Always has been.”
As if those words flipped a switch, Matty pushed me back onto the couch, then his hands and lips explored my neck. “You know, I’ve really missed touching you like this.” His tongue flicked against my skin just as the tip of his thumb swiped across the underside of my breast. “And I’d like to make up for lost time if that’s okay with you?”
My body ignited, tired of waiting for him. “That’s fine.”
Matty pushed my jersey up over my breasts and lifted to his knees. I was a complete wreck, but the way he admired me made me feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Much like Vegas, it had been a long night, but one that only seemed to be getting started.
“Yup. I’ve missed this.” His thumb made another swipe across my breast, and I sucked in a deep breath, desperate to feel his touch without my bra in the way.
His hand smoothed across the cup before he pulled it down, exposing my left breast. “I’ve really missed these.” He leaned forward, licking my nipple before scattering kisses across it. I closed my eyes and threaded my hands through his hair as he gave my right breast the same treatment.
My hips moved in time with his tongue lapping across my nipple as I pushed my head back into the cushions.
Floating. I was already floating, so close to a high because of Matty. He was showing me how much he adored me, and it was all I wanted for the rest of my life. Screw the rest of the world. This right here was perfect.
He kissed the valley between my breasts before licking all the way to the jersey and catching my lips in another kiss. Short and sweet, he pushed off me quickly, leaving my head a fuzzy mess.
“I missed this too.”
“What?” I asked in a drugged-up haze.
“You. Squirming and hot underneath me, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I licked the last taste of you off my lips.”
He traced kisses across my neck and flicked his tongue out every now and again, eliciting a moan from me.
“Tell me, wife,” he rasped out in the same dark, possessive tone he used last time I was naked in front of him. “Are you going to be as wet for me as when you showed me how you use your vibrator to get off?”
The only answer I could give him was a choked cry as his hand smothered my breast again, taunting my nipple with a pull before he grasped it in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
“You have no idea how good you looked. So wet, taking it all like a good little wife. I wonder if your tight pussy will be able to take my cock just as well.”
