“I…I…”
His face hardens and he leans in closer still. “And just to avoid any confusion, that lucky guy is going to be me. No one else. Say yes so I know we’re on the same page.”
My heart flip flops in my chest and flames race through my veins.
Heaven help me but I want him.Desperately.
I don’t even care that this can’t go beyond tonight.
Images of being bedded and bred by this man flashes hot and needy through my brain. “Yes. I know it’s…crazy, but…yes.”
His other hand rises, and he drifts his fingers up and down my cheeks, as if he can’t get enough of my skin.
“Why is it crazy?”
“Because we only just met. I shouldn’t…we shouldn’t—”
“Fuck that,” he growls, an edge of fury in his tone. “Who says I have to wait X number of days or dates to tell a gorgeous girl with an unbelievable singing voice that I’m a thousand per cent into her? No-fucking-body, that’s who.”
I gasp. “You’re…into me?”
He laughs.
The sound is rough and coarse and a little untamed. A reflection of the expressions leaping through his eyes.
“I don’t make a habit of visiting seedy bars five days in a row because I like the ambience and the low-life clientele, angel. The only reason I kept coming back was you. Always you. Only you.”
His lips are hovering over mine at this point, his breath washing over my face and his eyes firing laser beams of intent into mine, triggering pleasure tremors all over my body.
I’m a virgin on the run from terrible men who could catch up with me if I drop my guard. Who could subject me to the treatment they gave that sleazy politician.
But in this moment, I can’t summon the self-preservation needed to rationalize leaving this beach, returning to the flimsy safety of my motel room.
Matt’s eyes are consuming me, and sweet Lord, I want to be devoured whole.
“I’m going to kiss the fuck out of that juicy mouth now, angel. I’m not going to ask for permission. But you have until we come up for air to decide if you want the next place my mouth goes to be between those gorgeous thighs. You know why?”
“N-no,” I stammer, my body already swaying dangerously toward his, every cell in my body shrieking for him to take it.
Take me.
“Because I know one kiss is all it’s going to take to lose my fucking mind.”
He grabs my hand and plants it in his lap. Over the hot granite pipe threatening to burst through his jeans.
I whimper at the size of it, my mind screaming at the thought of that thing inside me.
“And once I’ve lost it…” He squeezes the hand laid over mine, wrapping both our hands over his rigid length, “This bad daddy is not stopping until you’re filled to the brim with every thick inch. Until you have hot seed dripping out of that tight, glorious snatch.”
We both groan when he squeezes even tighter.
I’m panting for breath when he tilts my head up to meet his burning eyes. “Do you understand what I’m saying, angel?”
“Umm, y-yes, Matt—”