CHAPTER NINETEEN
Matt
It took all of Matt’s self-control not to pounce on Grace the second the last person left his loft. He had a strong desire to wring her pretty neck, but there was an even stronger urge—overwhelming actually—to fuck the shit out of her. It didn’t help that Grace had the audacity to kiss Troy in front of him.
In front of him! After he’d made it clear that she belonged to him.
“I need one thing to be clear right now,” Matt grated, barely keeping from yelling at her.
Grace didn’t say anything except stare at him straight on. His belief that he had things under control was fraying, and he started to panic. At some point during their rapidly deteriorating argument, she had moved away from him. That rattled the beast inside him.
He needed to be near her. He needed to wrap his arms around her and hold her close, never letting her go.
Matt forced his arms to stay at his sides. “Is it my understanding that you never slept with Troy?”
“That is correct,” she answered succinctly.
Damn her. She was going to make him pull every piece of information out of her.
“Why the hell did you have to kiss him then?”
“Troy knew what happened between you and me,” she said. “I had a meeting with him that morning you left me at the motel to finalize the details for our op on Monday. Let’s just say I wasn’t in my best frame of mind.”
“If only I could have done things differently, Grace,” he said with every shard of remorse he was feeling.
“What is done is done,” she shrugged. “He suggested using him in any way I wanted to get my pride back.”
“HE WHAT?” Matt exploded.
“Troy is very generous and a very attractive man,” her mouth twitched as Matt swore under his breath. “But, unfortunately, he’s not my type.”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered. “I still don’t understand why you kissed him.”
Grace laughed. “He was convinced I was just bruised from your rejection, and, given time, I would’ve realized he is very much my type.”
“Over my dead body.”
“I was curious if he was right,” Grace said bemusedly, and her eyes lost focus for a moment. She better not be thinking of Troy and his outrageous proposition. “So, I told him if we ever crossed paths again, the first thing I would do is kiss him and see if he was right.”
“Obviously, I’m still very much your only type,” Matt declared arrogantly.
“You are so full of yourself.” Grace shook her head in exasperation.
“Why didn’t you come back to me when I asked you in Millie’s office?”
Grace lips curled sardonically. “Did I seem pathetic to you then, Matt? Did you think one orgasm would erase the way you humiliated me when you practically ran out of that motel?”
“I apologized for that.”
“And let’s not forget your hateful words at the Roadhouse.”
“Grace, I—”
“Yes, you apologized, but ‘sloppy seconds’ weren’t words I can simply forgive overnight.”
“Do you forgive me now?” Matt asked, trying not to grind his molars.
“After everything you’ve done for me these past few weeks”—Grace raised and lowered her right arm in a gesture of light exasperation—“it would be petty of me to hold a grudge against your prior jerkish behavior—”
He took quick steps and yanked her into his arms.
“—hey!” She yelped as he cleaved her body to his.
“I hate that you’re standing so far away from me while we’re having this enlightening conversation,” he drawled.
“Well, I’m uncomfortable being this close to you while you’re interrogating me.” She tried to arch away from him but that had the opposite effect of what she had intended.
“Oh, babe,” he groaned. “You haven’t had a taste of my method of interrogation yet.”
He was pleased to hear her breath catch, and the way her curves molded to his body flamed his already overheated flesh. His hardening cock reacted quite enthusiastically to the press against her belly.
“This is not some freaking foreplay,” Grace scowled at him as she obviously felt his erection.
“You’re sure about that, gypsy?” Matt chuckled. Having her back in his arms quelled his earlier agitation.
“Let me go,” she snapped as she pushed against his chest.
“Never,” he growled, suppressing her protests with a hard kiss. He bent his knees so he could scoop her up by her ass, bringing her level with him. Still kissing her, he walked them to his bedroom with her still plastered to his frame.
He managed to open the door without releasing her. Lowering her to the floor, his hands immediately gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Big mistake, he had to let go of her mouth.
“What are you doing?” Grace whispered as she backed away with her arms crossed prudishly over her tits. He stalked toward her, his gaze never leaving her eyes that were as heated as he was feeling.
“I’m asking the questions, babe,” he said as he uncrossed her arms and let his eyes trail down her luminous skin. He felt a twinge of anger as he let his fingers feather the bruise she’d sustained when her body slammed against the spiral staircase. “Does this hurt?”
She shuddered and closed her eyes. “No.”
“Good.” Matt reined in the urge to rip the rest of her clothes, spread her legs, and impale her with his cock which was throbbing painfully behind his jeans. Instead, his fingertips pushed aside a bra strap and as the cup fell away to reveal the globe of one breast and its dusky nipple, he bent his head and let his tongue tease it to a hardened peak. All through this, Grace stood stiffly with her arms at her sides, but her deep inhalations hinted at her crumbling resistance. His left hand knocked down the other strap, and he paid homage to her other breast. Grace’s tits had always been generous, but somehow, they felt heavier. He sucked on a nipple and heard her moan his name. And yet, she did nothing, but let him worship her tits. There was something unbearably erotic with her denying her attraction and yet allowing him to seduce her. Well, Matt was up to the challenge.
He deftly unhooked her bra, letting it fall away.
“I haven’t told you how much I love your tits,” he whispered against her ear while filling his palms with her boobs. “I wanna fuck you, Grace. Would you let me?”
He straightened to look down at her just as her eyes popped open. She took another deep inhale before she swallowed convulsively. “Yes.”
That one word sent all the blood to his dick and made him dizzy with the sheer force of his arousal. He’d been craving her for weeks. It was an effort not to simply toss her on the bed and fuck her. He didn’t want this to be a simple slaking of lust, although he doubted he’d have any control left once he was inside her.
He gingerly lowered her to the bed, carefully getting on top of her, propping himself up on one side while he slipped his fingers behind the waistband of her black elastic pants—yoga pants he believed they were called.
“Christ, you’re drenched,” Matt groaned as his fingers sought the heat between her thighs. “I need to get inside you.” Grace’s response was a mewl as she threw her head back and pushed her heated center against his hand.
He pulled back and quickly discarded her remaining clothes, dragging her panties along with the stretchy sweats. Matt yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then his fingers moved to his jeans, the hiss of his zipper breaking through the sounds of their frenzied breathing.
“Oh, God, Matt, just fuck me,” Grace cried in desperation, her legs wrapped around his ass to grab his hips. He fell upon her, landing on his elbows. Reaching between them, he sank his fingers inside her, cursing briefly at how the feel of her slick inner muscles almost made him come undone. Quaking with unbridled lust, he removed his fingers and surged inside her. They both let out a strangled moan, the tight grip of her cunt was intoxicating. Grace was panting. She was restless. Her hips squirmed and threatened the last remnants of his control.
“Move, dammit!” she gasped.
“You need to get used to me first,” Matt gritted through his teeth.
She tried to flex her pelvis and winced. “Oh, God, you’re too big!”
“Thanks, babe,” Matt choked back a rueful laugh. “But you need to keep still or I’m going to fucking blow before I get you off.”
“Don’t you dare!” she mumbled.
Shit, he should’ve eaten her out first. He drew back and moved tentatively inside her. “Am I hurting you?” She felt too good, it was killing him not to pound the shit out of her.
She didn’t answer, biting her lower lip instead.
“Grace?”
“Don’t stop, please?” Her eyes squeezed shut, and Matt couldn’t tell whether she was in agony or ecstasy. Goddammit. He pulled out.
“No, no, no …” Grace grabbed at his arms frantically.
“Quiet,” he growled as he crept down her body. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he buried his face in the heaven between her thighs. Her arousal hit his nose and his hunger went into overdrive. His tongue swept broad strokes up her slit, swiping against the pink puffy lips before he grazed her clit. Grace was moaning loudly now, pushing her core frantically at his mouth as if she wanted him to go harder. And he did. Her clit swelled to a turgid nub, which he sucked and alternately flicked with his tongue before slipping lower to dip into her entrance.
“Oh, God, God!” she screamed and dug her fingers into his hair. He sucked her sensitive flesh as more slickness coated his tongue which he devoured greedily. He tested her tightness with two fingers and then three, thrusting in and out while keeping pressure on her clit to prolong her orgasm.
His balls weighed heavily between his legs, and his dick was hard enough to pound nails. Matt positioned himself between her legs and drove inside her once more.
“Fuck—yes, Grace,” he hissed into her ear. This time she was ready for his girth and he thrust into her at a steady pace.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“The baby …”
“Is fine! So help me, Matt, if you don’t … Oh, God!”
With a throaty growl, he shoved hard into her and felt the welcome sting of her nails on his back. He drove into her again and again, letting loose as he pounded her pussy the way he’d dreamed about since their first time. He clenched his jaw as he strove to give her another orgasm. Reaching between them, he strummed her clit.
He watched her come this time and she was glorious. Head thrown back, her gypsy eyes hooded, and pouty lips parted as she moaned his name like an invocation. Her orgasm contracted her inner muscles around his cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. After three deep strokes, one shallow one, and an erratic double pump, he buried himself inside her, pouring his cum into her as the ripple of his overpowering climax shuddered through every sinew, muscle, and bone. He quickly collapsed beside Grace so as not to crush her, but gathered her quickly to his side, not ready to relinquish the connection.
“Fuck, Grace,” he muttered as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’d die a happy man, staying buried between your legs.”
She huffed a short laugh and burrowed her face into his chest. “I don’t think I’d want that.”
“I have more orgasms to give you,” he promised gruffly. He pulled one of her legs across his thighs, drawing her closer if that was possible. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and he didn’t want her getting cold.
“I need to get cleaned up, I’m feeling sticky,” Grace whispered. There was a teasing reprimand in her tone.
“I didn’t use a condom,” he grunted.
“It’s not like you can get me pregnant again,” she laughed.
“I’m clean, Grace. I swear.”
“I’m not worried about that either,” she replied. “Relax. I know you won’t put me at risk knowing I’m pregnant.”
Matt kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer. He’d never done the cuddling thing before, but he’d accepted that Grace was a game changer for him.
In every way.