Not at me.
At the black lace in my hand.
His gaze is scalding. It drops from the lace to my pantiless body beneath his sweatpants. His stare consumes me so thoroughly, I wonder if he can see through the layers. Lust radiates off him.
There’s the Seducer Matty I know.And love.
A thrill shoots through me at finally getting a reaction I pretend not to notice his obvious erection and keep scrubbing.
As if you’re not just as wet from his lust.
I use his distraction to ask him something that’s been bothering me.
“If you’re not going to let me go, can you at least bring me some of my clothes from home?”
“No.”
He doesn’t even look up, his eyes still locked on my body.
I huff. “Matty, I need more panties. And I’m sick of wearing your sweats.” I don’t even care that I’m whining.
“Just don’t wear any panties. And I like you in my clothes.” His voice is gruff.
I roll my eyes and change tactics.
“I need panties. Do you really want me walking around your men bare?”
His lethal gaze shoots to mine.
I knew it. Possessive bastard. What a brute.
As if all your book boyfriends aren’t possessive as hell. That only makes him hotter.
His jaw locks.
“No one gets to see what’s mine. And no one gets to be around you with that sweet pussy bare except me. I’ll have new panties for you tomorrow.”
I bite my lip to hide my smirk. Predictable.
But insanely hot.
“And some clothes?” I push. “I’d rather not walk around looking like a prisoner.”
He exhales sharply. I can tell he doesn’t want to give in.
“I’ll get you some clothes. But only for the day. You wear my clothes to bed or nothing.” His eyes narrow. “Don’t argue.”
Victory.
I huff dramatically and storm out. I settle onto my side of the bed, debating whether to build another pillow wall. Before I decide, I hear rustling. I glance up, and instantly regret it.
Matty is undressing.
First, his shoes.
Then, his shirt.
His belt.
