Then suddenly, Travis’ phone rings. “Goddamn timing. We’ll pick this up later,” he tells me, pausing to give me a once-over before his blue eyes settle on mine. “I’ll get us somewhere nicer next time.”
The car stops, and the door is wrenched open. “I can’t wait.”
Travis’ smirk grows wider. “I know. I can smell it.”
I step outside, heart hammering against my chest. Hastily, I glance around, determining where I am. A short cab ride later, I’m outside my apartment building.
I shouldn’t have been thinking about Matthew when Travis was touching me.
What the hell am I thinking?
You’re not. It’s called a want for a reason, Jen. You want him. It’s not wrong to admit it to yourself.
But it is wrong to act on it considering the stakes
At the top of the stairs, I pause to catch my breath, and Matthew wrenches the door open, his face one of tight fury. “What are you doing?You’resupposed to be laying low.”
“Andyou’resupposed to be playing Travis.”
My eyes narrow into slits. “Do you think I actually enjoyed that?”
Matthew is an idiot, and he has no idea how much he’s gotten under my skin.
He runs a hand through his thick, unruly hair. “I don’t know, Jen. You’re a little too good at playing the vengeful former FBI agent.”
I cover the distance between us. “It’s called being undercover. You’re the one who wanted me to do this, remember?”
A muscle ticks in Matthew’s jaw. “I know, okay? I know that I’m the reason for all of this, but seeing his hands all over you…Not sure why that’s part of it.”
My blood begins to pound against my ears.
I ache for him.
Had been since our kiss.
Being near him is torture, and I can’t understand how he can’t see that.
Sometimes, I wonder if everyone else can, and how it’s only a matter of time before I give myself away.
One wrong look, and he could have me on my knees.
“The only way I could stand it is by imagining it was you. It wasyou, Matthew. It was—”
Before I could finish the rest of my sentence, his mouth crashes on mine, hot and demanding. I stumble backwards and grip his shoulders, heart thundering against my chest. Matthew keeps one hand on the back of my neck, and the other traces the length of my back, stopping at my behind. In one quick move, he hoists me up and sets me down on the kitchen counter.
“You’re the one I think about too, Jen,” Matthew whispers, into my mouth. “All the damn time. It—youdrive me crazy.”
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think until his hands are on me again, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in his wake. I link my legs over his torso and throw my head back. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses there. Every inch of skin, every part of me burns.
Aches for his touch.
“Oh,Matthew. I—God, this feels so good.”
He digs his nails into my waist, and I hiss, dual waves of pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. Matthew finds his way back to my mouth, and I part my lips, allowing his tongue to slide in.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you, Jen. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.” and I can’t get enough of him.