I don’t want to.
“Me neither. I—you’re the one I want, Matthew. I don’t want anyone else.”
Matthew makes a low growling sound as I shift and rake my fingers over his back. He leans back, pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it onto the ground. I catch a brief glimpse of tanned, taut skin and utterly divined chest before he’s on me again, his breathing heavy.
His face is etched in hunger.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m panting and buck against him. “Matt,please.”
His hands moved to my hips, and he hoists me up again, making a beeline for the bedroom. I run my hands down the length of his back. He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I howl. and I don’t care about anything else.
Nothing else matters.
Not the mission.
Not the mob.
And definitely not the fact that he’s, my handler.
I fall backwards and pull him with me, my hands moving over his skin.
“This feels better than I thought it would,” I whisper, into his skin. My entire body felt like it was going to burn from the inside out, taking him with me. I want him to thrust into me and keep him there forever.
“I haven’t been able stop imagining this ever since you kissed me.” Matthew wrenches his lips away and looks down at me, the look in his eyes making my chest swell with emotion. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, Jen.”
How have I been resisting him all this time?
How can he make me quiver and shake with a single look?
I fumble with the button of his jeans, but he takes both hands in one wrist and uses the other to the jeans down until they reach his knees. Matthew takes my face into his hands and kicks his jeans away. His dark eyes don’t leave my face as he leans onto the mattress and roughly pulls my own pants down. I lift my hips up off the mattress, and my pulse sings as he throws my clothes into a heap on the floor, leaving me in my bra and panties.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jen.”
He crawls back onto the mattress slowly, claiming every inch of me with his eyes. When he traces every inch of skin, he leaves a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Then he grunts as he kicks my legs open and settles in between them. I twist my head to the side and whimper. He leans back to look at me and doesn’t look away as he eases into me.
“You like it when I’m on top, don’t you? When I take the lead”
I grow still as he eases out and slams back into me. “Oh, God.Oh, yes.”
I link my fingers over his head and arch my back. “You’re so big.”
Matthew slams into me again, filling me to the hilt. “Look at how wet you are for me. You’re mine, Jen.”
I arch my back and buck against him. “Matthew,please.”
He leans back to look at me and presses his forehead to mine. “I know.”
The bed dips and groans underneath as we rock back and forth against each other. Wave after wave of pleasure rises within me as I rake my hands over his back, the sound of his heavy breathing filling every corner of my mind. I trace the muscles of his back and stop at his behind. When I give it a firm squeeze, he nips my neck, and I call out his name.
My heart is still thundering against my chest, drowning out everything.
Except for him.
He is the only sound I can hear.
The only sound I want to hear forever.