Chapter 63
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
He loves me.
“You love me?”
“Yes. I do. Of course I do. You are an amazing woman. I almost said it last night on the beach. I should have said it then.”
She was glad he hadn’t because it would have made everything else that had happened over the past twenty-four hours all that worse knowing how he felt about her.
Their relationship stood at the crossroads. He loved her, and she was nuts about him. But was it enough?
“What about your family? What did Bryce say when you told him about my father? I assume the rest of your family have now seen the security report.”
Matthew brushed a stray lock of hair from Rachel’s face, carefully pinning it behind her ear. “He used a couple of choice words, but as I said, he cautioned me to tread carefully. To measure my words. I didn’t.”
“Hmmm.”
“Bryce and the other US based Royals won’t be a problem. If any of them bother to read the report, they’ll see what happened. Everyone will understand that this was all your father’s fault. You and the rest of your family are innocent.”
Rachel closed her eyes and let out a shuddery breath. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I sent a message to Jordan and Chloe to let them know what happened. Chloe is the one person who can be impacted by bad press. Not that you are bad press. Chloe told me that if anyone in the family can empathize with how you feel it’s her. She has shitty parents, and she’s spent her entire life trying not to be defined by their actions.”
Embarrassing Chloe was the last thing she’d ever want to do. “If you do happen to talk to the newlyweds, could you please let them know I’m really sorry for any trouble this might cause them. I’d die of humiliation if I hurt Chloe.”
“You can tell them yourself when they get back from their honeymoon. But I promise it won’t be necessary. Chloe’s PR people are already onto it. Besides, I think people are more concerned with the fact that she snuck off and got married. Apparently, the world press are kicking themselves for having fallen for the false rumors she fed to them.”
Rachel had to laugh at that last bit. “She outwitted them, and then released only one wedding picture. Chloe and Jordan played some seriously smart moves.”
His warm lips touched her forehead, and he sighed. “Speaking of smart moves. It’s late, we’ve both had a long and very emotional day. If you are ready to receive the rest of my apology, we could go somewhere more comfortable.” He held his hand to his ear. “I think I hear our kingdom of a bed calling our names.”
Rachel grinned. “Both of us have naked apologies to make. But there is one thing I do need to say before we answer the siren’s call of our gorgeous bed.”
“What’s that?”
She took his handsome face, in her hands, and declared. “I love you, Matthew. I think I started falling for you the day I did fall. From now on I promise no more secrets. You will have all my truths.” Their lips met in a tender kiss.
“I want your all, Rachel. The good and the bad. Leave nothing out.”
As soon as the door of their bedroom, was closed, Rachel came to him. She’d been hungry for his body from the moment, she’d caught sight of him in Dan and Kellie’s kitchen.
Coats and Matthew’s scarf hit the floor. Rachel moved toward him. Her hands snuck under Matthew’s hoodie and together they raised it over his head. He returned the favor.
“T-shirts, and bra,” he ordered.
They had their shirts off in a second. Rachel was reaching for the hooks on her bra, as Matthew grabbed hold of the front of it and pulled her to him. She came willingly. Skillful fingers had the clasps of her bra open, and it joined the rest of the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Matthew stepped back. “Give me a minute.” He licked his lips as his hungry gaze took in her naked breasts. “You are so beautiful. And you are mine.”
She let him take his time. Reveling in his appreciative male gaze, until she couldn’t stand to wait any longer. Rachel hooked her fingertips in the top of her waistband. “I want to see you naked. Sweatpants on the count of two.”
One. Two.
Matthew’s erection sprang free, and she exalted in the glorious sound it made as it slapped against his bare stomach. “ I love a man who goes commando. You’ve no idea how hot that looks,” she murmured.
“Really, let me see. Take off those sexy little panties, before I rip them off.”
Rachel took a moment to catch her breath. Things between them were back on track, but she needed just a minute . “I know you paid for these sexy little panties, but you don’t get to ruin them. Atlanta girls are protective of their lacy things, we take care of them.” She slid the skimpy briefs over her hips and let them fall to the floor.
He prowled toward her. “How about you let me take care of you?” His hand settled in the small of her back, holding Rachel steady. She bit down on her lip as he pressed his thumb against her clit, then speared two other fingers into her pulsing heat. He stroked her sex with expert precision. “You are certainly wet and ready for me. I think you might need a good hard fucking, Rachel. What do you think?”
She swallowed deep and nodded. “Yes. Please.”
He shifted his stance. “Lovely manners. But, first let my tongue make its apologies to your sweet pussy.”
His language was disgraceful, and she loved it. Dirty talk in the bedroom was the best foreplay ever. Pushing his hand gently away, she slowly lowered herself to the floor. “We both need to say sorry. Hello, Mini Matt, I’ve missed you.”
His groan of desperate manly anticipation as she brushed her tongue along his length was thrilling. She fisted the base of his cock in her hand, then set to work mouthing, licking, and sucking him to the edge of madness. Matthew’s fingers settled in Rachel’s hair and gave it a gentle teasing tug.
“You really know how to bring a man to his knees. Oh, Rachel. Fuck.”
She worked him over hard, picking up the tempo as his groans and filthy language increased in volume. It was tempting to take him all the way, to claim her reward .
Matthew clearly had other plans. Slipping his thumb between his cock and her lips, he pulled out of Rachel’s mouth. Bending, he kissed her on her swollen lips. “Come to bed.”
He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, setting her gently down on the soft cloud‐like mattress. He climbed on and straddled her. His erection sat hot and heavy in the middle of her belly. Rachel sat up and taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, gave it a friendly lick, then a kiss. Matthew only let her get a couple of strokes in, before he groaned. “Enough. I’m too close.”
Rachel lay back on the bed, while Matthew gingerly climbed off and went to find a condom. When he returned, Mini Matt was suited up and ready to party.
He slid home in one deep, gorgeous thrust. Rachel clutched his hips and held on tight. “Let’s both make this apology a mind-blowingly good one.”