Chapter 31
Do I want this?
I want this very much.
I stare at his mouth because that kiss was hot. Those lips know what they’re doing. I grab his waist and pull him closer to me.
He smiles. “If you must feel it for yourself, it’s there.”
“What?” I ask, finally feeling the bulge in his pants. My pulse zips through my body at the feel of him.
“Don’t tease me,” he smiles as I press myself closer to get a better feel of what I’m working with.
I run my hands over his collarbone, over his shoulders, and down his really good arms. “Mission blue balls has begun.”
He presses his dick against me, and a trickle of thrill causes me to shiver. It’s hot as hell to feel him this hard for me.
“Are you going to play games with my heart?” he asks.
I can’t help the smile on my face. “Heart? No. Body? Maybe.”
He presses his lips together, hiding his smirk. “Okay, so answer me honestly.”
“Are you?” I cut him off. “Messing with me?”
“No,” he answers with amusement in his eyes. He murmurs, “Heart? No. Body?” He checks me out. “Oh, yes.”
He’s eye-fucking me, and I’m so turned on that the room is starting to get hot. And then he leans in, his mouth hovering over mine, perfectly teasing me. When the bandage on his cheek interferes, he pulls it off.
“What was the question you wanted to ask me?” I say, staring into his eyes. He crumples the bandage and tosses it in the trash can next to us.
His attention is back on me as he says, “I want to hear you admit that you want this.”
“Of course you do,” I say, rubbing my bottom lip on his.
He snickers and pulls back. “I thought you were going to say, of course I do.” He wipes his face in frustration or disappointment? I’m not sure, but I need to backpedal.
I grab his shirt and press him against the wall. His lips part as amusement dances in his eyes. He’s watching me closely, and I’ll be sure to be as entertaining as possible without seducing him…kind of.
“So,” I whisper. “You want to know if I want you?”
He’s only peering down at me, no tell-all expression or answer on his face. He grabs my waist first and then finds my lower back, pulling me in.
“First,” I say, inhaling, nervous as hell. “I need to know how far this goes.”
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” he reassures me.
I smile. “That’s sweet, Matt, but I’m not talking about sex.”
His eyes search mine. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods. “I want two kids. I want a big wedding, a big house. I’ll be in the NHL for most of my career.” He licks his lips. “I want to be in love with my wife, date her, take vacations. Have her full support. Have fun together.”
As I’m listening, I envision that life. My stomach is twisting at the idea of it all. Can I see myself spending forever with Matthew Pearson?
He continues, “And I would like that someone to be able to take a joke, have a good sense of humor, keep me on my toes…” His fingertips graze the top of my shoulder. “Challenge me. Someone who won’t give up when times get hard.”
I divert my eyes to take a moment to process what he’s saying.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“What do I think?” I mutter aloud. I’m not thinking about anything other than that lucky bitch.
“I’m happy you know what you want,” I say, meeting his eyes.
“Do you know what you want?” he asks.
I look at the gash on his face. It’s finally not bleeding. He probably doesn’t need stitches since I cleaned it up before lunch. If all that chewing didn’t tear it again, he’s probably on the healing side of things.
“Yeah, no. I mean…not exactly. I just want to be happy. I don’t want someone who’ll give up on me when I get hard.”
“Yeah, I hear you’re quite the handful.”
I joke, “All that and a bag of cookies.”
He chuckles, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Do you think you can handle me?” I ask.
He grins as I look up at him. “I don’t know if you can handle me,” he answers.
“What…all four inches of you?” I joke, smiling.
He shakes his head as his laugh fills the silence. “Wow.”
For once, Matthew Pearson is blushing and speechless. He glances up at the ceiling, probably wondering why he would joke about his size like that. He’s too tall to have a small dick, just saying.
“Yeah,” I wink. “I know I’m fun. What can I say?”
I press my hand against his chest as he breaks into a bigger smile.
He says, “I know what I can’t handle.” He grabs my hand on his chest. I swear I feel his heart racing. “Knowing that you’ll be joking like that with someone else.”
I watch him for any insincerity. He’s clean.
“Yeah?” I ask, flattered.
He continues, “Knowing that Kyle probably texted you by now and you might consider seeing him.”
His heart is racing under my palm as he releases my hand. I play with the hem of his shirt, nodding. “He did text me but keep going,” I smirk, my eyes darting to his.
“Even just the idea of seeing you with someone else.” His jaw clenches. “Not kissing you again.”
My stomach flutters, so I inhale, trying to hide how much I want him right now. I joke, “Yeah, I mean our first kiss was just minutes ago. The world will end if we don’t do it any time soon.”
He blushes, continuing, “And I can’t handle not seeing you every day.”
“Oh my God,” I scoff with a smile. “Every day, Pearson?”
He whips his head. “Every fucking day, Hughes.”
“Ugh,” I smile. “I’m not so sure I can handle you then.”
He grabs my arm as I pretend to walk away. “Don’t walk away from me,” he demands with a serious expression on his face. My heart melts at the sight of him.
I am swooning right now. How the hell is this possible? Matt wants every bit of me? Maybe even a very far future? He pulls me into him, and I can’t hold back any longer. I grab his face, careful not to touch his cut, and kiss this handsome head of a man.
At first, I’m sucking his bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. And then he’s lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him as his hands hold me up by my ass. His hands are tickling the hell out of me. He’s rubbing my ass into my inner thigh, and I’m accidentally squealing into his mouth.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “You’re tickling me.” I inhale, trying to stop my body’s natural reaction to his touch.
I’m panting now that he’s stopped. The truth is that it’s been a very long time since I’ve been touched.
This feeling is like ecstasy to my skin.
And it’s been a long time since I’ve been this turned on.
How the hell are we going to get through the elopement without banging each other’s brains out?
“You’re that ticklish?” he questions as I try to control my wild thoughts.
I nod, holding my breath. “We probably don’t even need to have sex. I’ll just come undone with your hands on my thighs.”
“What?” he smiles widely, and God, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah. Touching my leg through my pants is enough,” I laugh. Wow, that’s ridiculous.
He sits on the bed, so now I’m in his lap.
“There,” he says, removing his hands. “Is that better?”
I feel his boner under me. No, this isn’t better. I need his hands on me right now. I shake my head, so he holds up his hands. I take them and place them on my ass again. He breathes, squeezing me.
I need to remain in control of myself, so I ask, “Is your cheek okay?”
“It’s better when your lips are on mine.”
I lean in, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Really?”
He nods, rubbing my skin. And that stops the tickling, thankfully. “You’re a great kisser. The sucking on my lip and tongue is driving me fucking wild.”
I lean in, pressing my forehead on his as I move my hips.
“Amber,” he breathes as my entire body comes alive. He feels so good through his jeans.
“Matt,” I whisper back.
He flips me over onto the bed. I keep my legs wrapped around his back as he presses against me. This position has me feeling all of him now. Our lips meet as I grip his shoulders. His arms flex under my touch, and God, how the hell am I going to stop myself now?
I let out a small moan, and he stops pressing so hard.
“I’m going to finish in my pants,” he murmurs.
“You better not,” I say. “I’m on a mission, remember?”
“You know that’s actually torture, right? I’ll be cramping all night, so whether you like it or not, I’m coming tonight.”
“Is that a challenge?” I murmur.
He laughs. “No, but I’ll give you a choice of where it happens.
Maybe here,” he touches my mouth, and the thought of that turns me on.
“Or here,” he says as his finger touches my cleavage.
“Maybe here?” he says, touching my stomach.
“Or,” he says, looking down. He presses his fingers gently against my vagina, and I moan.
My eyelids flutter as he rubs me. “Here.”
I close my eyes and my head falls back onto the bed. “Matt,” I moan as he works me up.
“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me, Amber.”
I think I could orgasm just like this. His fingers are hitting the right spot along with the position of my jeans.
“Matt,” I moan. I need him right fucking now, but I know we shouldn’t an hour before his mom gets married. “Matt,” I say, seeing stars.
“Yeah?”
Shit, I’m seriously seeing stars. I need to catch my breath. I swallow and say, “I’m getting light-headed. I need water.”
He reaches for his flask as I sit up. I take a few sips as he sits next to me. Okay, the stars are gone. That was intense.
I laugh, handing it back to him. Water drips from my lips, so I wipe it. “Okay.” I’m finally out of that ecstasy bubble. “I think we should stop.”
He takes a sip of his water, watching me.
I say, “Let’s get through the wedding first.”
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Okay.”
We sit on the bed, side by side, and grab our phones.
“What did Kyle say?” he asks comfortably next to me.
“Jealous much?” I joke, clicking on my messages and nudge him.
Kyle: Hey, if you’re not busy, want to grab a drink tonight?
“Straight to the punch,” Matt says. “At least you know what he wants from you.”
I hold up my phone and say, “This is a friendly request to hang out.”