Matt"You ready to go?" I turned from the kitchen sink with a glass of water in my hand, the desire to lick my fingers clean raging through me. I knew she wouldn't appreciate it, or maybe I was being a prick about wanting her to think of me as more of a gentleman than I was. Sex was the ultimate expression of passion and I'd denied myself too long.The sound of her moans accompanied with her writhing on top of me as her body clenched around my fingers had me coming alongside her the second time I brought her over the edge. I wasn't sure she realized the power she had over me, or maybe she was simply being careful not to use it. Either way, I wanted more. So much more. I took a long drink and watched her with the remnant of desire that still danced around my stomach. I wasn't sure it was going to dissipate with her anywhere near me. It was a waste of energy to try and force myself into a calm. My fantasies were within reach. So close."Absolutely." She licked at her lips subtly and wa
Matt"I got you a hot dog. That all right?" I handed her one of the three hot dogs I had in my hands as the crowd jumped up and down around us."Absolutely." She bounced on the balls of her feet a few more times before stopping and panting softly."I like that bouncing thing." I glanced down at her breasts as she swatted at me."Where is the shy guy I fell for two years ago?" She took the hot dog and took a huge bite of it.I reached out and wiped the ketchup off the side of her lip before licking it off my fingers."You've had a crush on me for two years? Why didn't you say something? I could have been taking advantage of your weakness for me a long time ago."She laughed and pushed her shoulder against mine before turning back to the stage and hopping up and down.I leaned down and picked up my beer, draining half of it as thunder cracked against the sky. A storm was headed our way, and with the roof open and the band singing their guts out, it was perfect. The heavens would open up
EricaWe barely made it inside the door to my condo before he pulled my shirt off. I'd never experienced passion like that before. I'd only been with Tanner, but we'd had some fantastic romps in the sheets. Fear blazed through me that I wouldn’t be enough, but the feel of Matt's hands tearing at my clothes and the wetness of his tongue against my neck and the tops of my breasts decimated any thoughts from my mind. Carnality took over and I dove in headfirst."God, I need you," he groaned against my throat as he ground into me. I pushed off the wall he had me pressed against and broke away from him."Come with me into the bedroom." My walk turned into a jog as he jogged after me. I moaned loudly as he crashed into me and lifted me off my feet, tackling me to the sheets and turning me over roughly."My turn to taste you, you naughty bitch." He pulled at my jeans, tugging them over my hips without undoing them."Only for you," I mumbled and worked to help him get me free from my pants. I
Erica"You want a glass of water?" I kissed his chest one more time as I lay tucked against his side. We were still trying to catch our breath from the long love-making session that started back at the concert."I'd love one." He brushed his fingers by my shoulder and pulled me down for another long kiss. "You want me to get it for us?""No, I'm good." I got up and walked to the kitchen naked and feeling far more free than I had in a long time. My body ached already, the delicious warmth of where he'd been a quick reminder that I wanted him there again as many times as I could handle until he got back on the plane.It can't just be about lust. It's not lust for you. It's love.But would he understand that? I would look like a stalker if I told him just how deep my feelings ran for him. I got us a big glass of ice water and walked languidly back toward the bedroom. The sound of his breathing caused my heart to flutter in my chest. Matthew Bryant was in my bed, naked and sweaty because
MattShe was more than I ever imagined possible, and making love to her had to be one of the biggest highs of my life, but laying there afterward let worry set in. Was I too rough? Too aggressive? Would she think I was a cock for pushing her around and treating her like an object?Had I treated her like an object? The thought caused my stomach to turn.I turned to glance at the clock after laying there for what felt like forever. 3 a.m.The sexy curves of her body just under the sheet called to me as she lay on her side, her breathing deep and peaceful. So much of me wanted to snuggle into the back of her and tell her that I was in love with her, but it was selfish. She wanted something in life that I doubted I could give her.I hadn't done much with myself and at twenty-eight I was without a job, a defined future or a paycheck. I was still sucking off my father even though I'd made the decision after college to cut ties with his bankroll.My pulse spiked as indecision ran through me
Matt"Then stop being stupid. Society says what you should do and you project that shit onto me and Dad as if we're judging you. There's only one person scrutinizing your shit and saying that you're coming up empty.""Myself." I hung my head in shame. Damon was spot on. He always was."Exactly. What happened with Erica?""I slept with her.""And? Was it everything you wanted it to be?""Yeah. It just tied me tighter to her, but I'm in the middle of one of those fight or flight moments. I usually tuck tail and run.""That doesn't mean you're not a man, Matt, or that you're not strong and capable of making the right choice. It means that you've once again allowed yourself to fall into the trap of 'not good enough,' but you're the sorry mother fucker who's setting the standard, no one else. I'm pretty sure Erica would rather have you snuggled up in the bed with her than walking around her house looking for an exit. She's not thinking about your 401K or your net worth, or how many compani
EricaSunlight filtered into the room and pulled me from a restful sleep. I turned to reach for Matt and found him gone and his side of the bed cold. He'd been gone for a while.Panic stabbed my insides as I jolted up."Matt?" I checked the clock and groaned. Getting up before six on a Sunday morning was a travesty I tried to avoid. It was one of the only days I let myself sleep in.After pulling a robe over my shoulders, I walked down the hallway and tied the long silky belt to hold it together, noting that he was out on the patio or gone. I checked the patio and walked the short distance to the kitchen to find him gone. My heart dropped."He ran," I whispered and crossed my arms over my chest.I had two choices. I could fall apart and deem myself unworthy of his attention, or I could swallow my emotions and pretend like a great night of sex was all I was after anyway.I chose the latter of the two, though the tears in my eyes would call me a liar. A soft sigh left me as I walked bac
Erica"Yep. I'll call you later." I hung up the phone and tossed it back on the bed. Matt's portfolio sat on the floor beside the suitcase, and I couldn't help but pick it up and carry it into the living room. I wanted to take my time and really take in all that he'd put together. Only the smaller pieces would have fit in the hard plastic contraption he had them in, but anything done by him interested me.I dropped down to the floor in the living room and unzipped the container, being careful as I pulled out a good handful of paintings and transferred them to the coffee table. I moved through them slowly, each picture tugging at a different part of my heart. To say I was fearful over having him paint me would have been an understatement.The painting of Damon that lay before me on the table stole my breath. I'd seen it before, but knowing the story behind it and actually having the time to study it filled me with the horror of what Damon must have felt that day. His whole world came t