Tears sprang to her eyes and her hands began to shake.
“We may have met by chance the other day, Carly, but I won’t let you go through this alone. This kind of thing is my jam. I excel at this shit. I will help you deal with this in the best way possible.”
“Thanks, Matt….” She faltered a little. “Despite all the shit I’ve said about you, to your face and otherwise…” She smiled. “You’re actually a good guy.”
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of her words soak in. A mistake on my part, because as I did, I completely missed the signs…until I felt them. Those warm soft lips on mine. Wet and willing. My eyes opened to see her lids closed, head tilted. And that taste…pure sweetness.
If I was being honest with myself, I had wanted Carly Roberts naked and warm in my arms since the second I saw her at the side of the road. And now that I had her, I wasn’t going to waste my chance.
Chapter 17
CARLY
What the fuck was I doing? I had kissed him. I told myself it was just a thank you kiss. But that was a lie. The tension inside me had been building since the moment he’d picked me up on the highway. And the thing was…nobody kissed like Matt. I’d always known it, but I suppose a part of me had justified the thought as nothing more than romanticizing first love. Turned out, I had waited ten years for the confirmation that it wasn’t my imagination. He really had been the best kisser ever.
He sucked on my lower lip, making me shiver with anticipation of what else might come. I knew it was wrong, that I was tipsy with whiskey and emotionally wrought. Yet…at the same time, I had to say fuck it. Sometimes, a girl just needed to throw all caution to the wind. Besides, we had already slept in the same room together and he’d seen my favourite vibrator. This was pretty much the next logical step.
Ha. My subconscious must have done an internal eye roll. I could convince myself of anything.
His kiss started out soft but within seconds turned rough, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth, demanding compliance and leaving me breathless in return. My skin ignited with goosebumps as I exhaled, rolling my head back as he traced his tongue along my throat, leaving little bite marks as he moved his way down.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Carly….” He breathed between kisses. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this from the moment I saw you.”
His comments made me stop short. “Really? ‘Cause I wasn’t always sure…You were cold and reserved most of the time. I never would have known that…”
“Well, I guess we have a lot to learn from each other.” He continued as he pulled my tank top to the side, exposing more of my shoulder to the cool air.
Suddenly I doubted it all. Was I just doing this to feel better after a shit day? Was that enough of a good reason? What is it…
“Get the fuck out of your head, Carly.” Came his voice, suddenly more powerful than before.
“Huh?” I mumbled, jolted by the sudden switch of his tone. Matt’s hands sent fire up the sides of my torso as he slid them up under my armpits and pulled me down on top of him on the couch. His lips didn’t stop the entire time, down my neck and back up again,
licking, sucking, nipping, a seductive combination of softness and slight shots of pain. It was exquisite.
“I said get the fuck out of your head. You started thinking and that made you less responsive. Don’t over analyze this, baby.” He whispered in my ear.
“But what if it’s awkward and uncomfortable and…” I protested.
“So what? We’re grown adults and I think it’s clear what we both want. Granted, you don’t know how I want it yet, so you may still run for the hills when you find out.” His eyes twinkled with mischief.
Well, that piqued my curiosity. I leaned up on my forearms, pinning him with my body. His rock-hard cock poked seductively into the softness of my belly. “Really?” He’d certainly been the bad boy when we were kids, but now…with his buttoned-up career and all, I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of thing he was referring to.
“So, you trying to say that you’re not just a pretty face?” I teased. “You planning to get all Alpha on me or something?”
Before I could finish my question, he had me rolled off the couch and pinned to the floor, his knees resting between my thighs and his hands on my wrists, effectively pinning me to the floor.
“Look like I have a little brat on my hands.” He growled. I couldn’t help it; I giggled. I wasn’t trying to antagonize him, it just happened. And he’d seen right through me. His reaction couldn’t have been better than if I had pulled it from my very own vault of dark fantasies.
He made me feel safe. Safe enough to be my natural bratty self. And he seemed to like it.
“You know what I like to do to little brats who laugh at me?” He whispered darkly in my ear. A shiver rolled down my spine to my toes. “I like to spank those giggles out of them. Have you been spanked before, darling? Do you know the feeling of an open palm warming your backside?”
His words were like kryptonite to my pussy and I practically shuddered.
“Keep talking and you’ll have me begging in no time.” I answered with a smirk.
Matt released what was none other than a feral growl from the depths of his chest and it was, by far, the hottest thing I had heard in a long time, maybe ever. It wasn’t just that I hadn’t had sex in a couple of months, but more like I hadn’t had the type of sex I truly craved in even longer.
“Don’t get too excited yet, baby. I’d like to see the goods before I purchase…” He teased, pulling back off of me, his hands on the base of my tank, a devilish look in his eyes. Matt continued to slide his hands up the side of my shirt until I could feel the cool air hardening my nipples. He leaned over, licking one then the other ever so gently before lifting the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down to examine me further.
“I knew you weren’t wearing a bra when you walked out of that bathroom, but I didn’t know that your pretty little kitty was naked under here, too.” He snarled. I lifted my hips to help him as he pulled my shorts down to my ankles.
I swore his words alone were making me wet. He finally slipped the shirt over my head, making it suddenly very obvious how naked I was to his completely clothed body. I wanted to feel his skin against mine as he wrapped me in his warmth.
“Take off your shirt.” I breathed, clawing at it, needing to feel the smooth skin that I remembered from years ago.
“Not yet, my sweet. You don’t get to make the decisions around here. From what I gather…” He continued, slipping his hand down my belly, making me writhe silently, begging for a stronger touch. “That’s exactly how you like it.”