The flesh between my thighs throbs at a steady pace, reminding me how it was stretched, possessed and pounded by the most amazing man last night.
A guy who isn’t in bed with me.
My breath catches when he steps through the French doors leading to a terrace I didn’t even notice yesterday.
He’s wearing only a pair of black boxers and the slanting sunlight worships his bronzed skin.
A sexy smile stretches across his face when he sees me. “Morning, angel.”
He strides over and takes my mouth in a long, deep kiss. My whole body is on fire when he steps back with a groan.
“Damn, you look even more delicious in the morning. I knew I should’ve fucked you first before I made plans to feed you.”
I laugh, my soul feeling light and wonderful even as my heart thumps heavily with how deeply I’m falling for this guy.
One day…to do whatever I want. Then I can deal with whatever this is.
I drag my arms above my head and stretch. He tugs the covers off my body and his nostrils flare like a beast.
“Jesus, baby. That body. Maybe—”
We both freeze when my stomach growls loudly. I blush crimson and he laughs as he adjusts his monster bulge before he holds out a hand.
“Come, angel. Breakfast is getting cold. Let’s get that belly satisfied before Daddy fills you right up.”
I take his hand and slide to my feet. I spot the tattered dress on the floor. While it wasn’t my favorite thing to wear—okay, Ihatedit—it did its job of covering me up.
“What is it?” he asks when I hesitate.
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
Lips pursed, he tugs me behind him to the dressing room on the other side of the bedroom.
There, he pulls off a pristine white shirt from the hanger. It’s miles bigger than me and the cuffs hang off my fingers.
He folds them back to my wrists and secures one button.
I feel a little ridiculous but thoroughly cared for and my insides warm at the look on his face.
“Shit. I don’t know how we’re going to get through breakfast with you wearing my shirt. You look so fucking sexy.”
He looks like he’s a whisker away from changing his mind about breakfast. But my stomach growls again, making its desperation known. “Come on,” he says again.
His cock is at full mast as he links his fingers with mine and he does nothing to tuck it away.
He’s unashamedly male and I’m a slave to his virility.
Outside, the breeze coming off the ocean is fresh and tinged with new day promise. I lift my face to the sun and breathe it all in, the way I haven’t allowed myself to do since I left New York.
When I glance at Matt, he’s staring at me, a ravenous look on his face.
There’s something else there too.
Something ominous and resolute and unshakeable, like a gathering thundercloud, that makes my belly flip over.
Something that tickles my instinct and prods me that maybe not everything he said in bed last night was dirty talk.
But if he meant any of it, if he intends to stop me from leaving, even for more than the one day I’ve planned for myself, then we might have…a problem.