Prologue #2
God. Matt’s voice is so hot, low and rich, and when he uses it like that? It absolutely makes me squirm.
He hooks a finger beneath the fabric on both sides and begins to drag my panties down my thighs.
“Didn’t I say I was going to ruin you tonight?
” His voice drops even lower. “You’re about to be wrecked.
” His hands stop, leaving them mid-thigh.
“As soon as you give me an answer.” Thumbs trace slow circles on my inner thighs, and holy hell, I can’t even think straight, let alone make life-altering decisions.
“I’ll let you know after you give me my birthday present,” I tease, brushing my lips against his.
“No way. You don’t get that until you give me an answer.”
I lean back, brows pinching. “You’re not going to have sex with me unless I say yes?”
He cocks a brow. “No. That’s not what I said. I said you don’t get it until after you give me an answer. Yes or no. I just wanna know if I’m fucking my girlfriend or my friend.”
The thrumming between my legs pounds harder as his fingers brush the center of me, so soft it’s almost infuriating.
“I don’t see how it makes a difference,” I breathe. “We’ve been sleeping together for years—together, friends.” My hands glide down his stomach, then lower. “Hasn’t mattered.” I palm his hard length, and he exhales a sharp breath. “It’s always been great.”
He glances down at my hand, then back up with a smirk. “Don’t try to get out of this. I’m not gonna cave. I’m a Grayson. You gotta answer.”
He doesn’t move. Just holds my stare like he’s daring me to breathe.
Then he presses his fingers harder, circling slow, pulling a gasp from me before I can stop it.
His smirk widens. “You? Not so much. How bad do you want it?”
He pushes his fingers inside me, then slides them back to my clit, slick now and aching for more.
I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping his tie to steady myself. “God…” It’s all I can manage.
He stops suddenly, slides my panties back up, and smooths the hem of my dress like some gentleman who wasn’t about to fuck me on a rooftop, then steps back.
His gaze locks on mine and he grins, sliding his two fingers into his mouth, before pulling them out slow, all while walking backward.
I can’t help but laugh. I’m mad, turned on, and yet, somehow, I still love him.
He’s halfway across the roof when I finally call out, “Fine!”
“Fine, you’ll give me an answer?” he calls back.
“Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend,” I say, waving a hand. “You know, for the twelfth time.”
His lips are on mine in a matter of seconds, and I laugh into the kiss.
I was planning to say yes the whole time.
“What about moving in?” he asks.
“Let’s talk about that after this,” I say, as he loosens his tie, and my fingers fumble over the buttons of his shirt, moving as fast as humanly possible.
“Deal.”
Our mouths collide, tongues tangling, as I shove his jacket from his shoulders and let it fall to the cement.
“I would’ve caved eventually.” His breath is hot against my lips. “You know I can’t resist you.”
I smile, my hands roaming across his bare chest. “I know.”
Because it’s true, Matt controls everything and everyone in his life…
Except for me.
He lifts my dress again, up and over my ass. A warm breeze hits my skin, and awareness crashes into me.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly. “Can people see us?”
He grins. “Doesn’t that make it more exciting?”
“I guess, but—”
“Come on. What’s the difference between this and a window? If you haven’t seen someone fucking through a window in New York, you’re not a New Yorker.”
“Yeah,” I say, against the hot torment of Matt’s mouth, “but I like to be the one watching, not being watched.”
He chuckles, breaks our kiss, walks to the door, and flips a switch along the brick wall. The lights fade, leaving only the soft flicker of candlelight. The fairy lights were beautiful, but this? This is sexier. Moodier.
He meets my gaze, crooks a finger, and motions for me to come to him as he steps forward.
I don’t.
Instead, I peel the straps from my shoulders, slide my dress down…
And make Matt come to me.
We’re a mess of sweat and smiles under a thin blanket.
“That was fun,” I say, catching my breath. Matt’s lips linger on my skin, dusting soft kisses along my shoulder, neck, jaw… easing me down from the high that is Matthew Grayson.
“Best birthday ever?” he asks, breath still uneven.
“Best birthday ever.” My grin stretches wide, and God, I feel good. Elated. Relaxed. Loved.
Matt plants a kiss between my breasts, and I say, “I can’t wait to bring my new boyfriend to Sunday dinner.”
He looks up, just long enough to catch my teasing smile. “Let’s skip Sunday dinner,” he murmurs, making his way to my mouth. “Spend the night in bed instead.” He nips at my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth before meeting my gaze. “I’d rather worship you than pretend to behave.”
“Hmm. I bet you would.”
“I’d rather not have to take you home after, either.”
My hands trail up and down his arms, appreciating the sheer strength of him. “Then I’ll spend the night.”
“Just move in with me. Then I never have to take you home.”
I laugh softly. “You couldn’t wait one hour before bringing that back up?”
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
“I need to think about it.”
“What if we rock, paper, scissors?”
I lift a brow. “You want to rock, paper, scissors over something this big?”
“Why not? Leave it up to fate.”
“You don’t believe in fate.”
He kisses me. “But you do.”
I press my lips together. He’s impossible. And it’s dumb… but it’s our thing.
“Fine,” I say finally. “You win, I move in?”
He nods.
“And what if I win?”
A slow grin creeps across his face. “Then I ask again tomorrow.”
I groan, but there’s a laugh behind it. “You’re insane, you know that?”
He rolls to his side, that wicked grin still tugging at his mouth, and I bring my hands up, ready to play.
It won’t matter who wins tonight.
Because when it comes to Matthew Grayson, I never really stay long enough to win.