Matt

I pulled Lana inside the suite and pinned her to the door with my hips. I couldn’t believe she was actually here. I’d missed her scent—the ocean breeze mixed with summer flowers. Missed the way she looked at me as if I were her everything. How had I survived without her for so long?

Seeing her today was the last thing I expected. I was a guy who normally took things in his stride, but the sight of her sent a bolt of shock through me that almost had me paralyzed. I’d been terrified that she’d come to end things.

Before things went any further, I needed to tell her everything. Something I hadn’t told Ruby. I put my arms around her and held her body against mine as I moved us away from the door. “I have to tell you about Bobby.”

She nodded. “Ruby told me you paid him off. Thank you.”

“We could have called the police but that would have just attracted more attention.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead.

“I agree. You were protecting me. I wouldn’t want to go through a court case.” She swept her fingers over my lips.

“There’s more.”

Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at me.

“Sinclair told me that he would handle it, that I shouldn’t go with him to hand over the cash.” I focused on the dining table across the room. I couldn’t bear to see disappointment in her face. “I told him I’d stay in the car. I just wanted to see the fucking weasel—to see if he’d have the nerve to show up. When he arrived, I couldn’t help myself. I ended up punching him. In the face. I think I might have broken his nose.” I winced. “I’m sorry, I just lost it.”

When she didn’t respond I glanced down. She was rolling her lips together as if she was trying to stop herself from smiling.

“You’re not in trouble are you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “He knows he can’t go to the police—he’d be charged with extortion.”

She pushed her fingers through my hair. “I think I love you even more.” Lifting up on her tiptoes she pulled me down to meet her mouth and I sighed, so relieved she wasn’t mad.

“I love you,” I whispered as I dipped my head and placed a kiss under her ear. I enjoyed the way that sounded.

“I love you so much,” she replied, and my cock jumped in my pants as if she was talking dirty. I’d never thought those words could be a turn-on.

I reached down for the bottom of her skirt and slid my hand up to cup her ass. “You wore a skirt,” I said.

“I know you like it.”

I groaned. There was nothing I didn’t like about Lana. Her heart, her soul. She inspired me to be a better person. And the fact that she was headstrong, determined and desperate to please me in bed—what more could I want? I hooked my thumb through her underwear and pulled them off. “You still wore panties. I don’t like those.”

She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. “I wanted to make sure you were the only man to see what I had under my skirt.”

“Such a good girl,” I replied, biting her neck then across the tops of her breasts. I’d almost forgotten how soft her skin was, how easy it was to leave a mark. I straightened and pulled her from the door. I wanted her lying down and naked so I could study every inch of her to make sure she was all mine.

We fell onto the couch and I grabbed at her blouse, lifting it out of her waistband. I pressed my lips to hers, desperate to feel her desire on my tongue. She fumbled with my zipper and the tips of her fingers brushed cool against my hot skin. We went together perfectly.

“This is it. You get that, right?” I asked. “I need you to understand that there are no more breakups. Whatever happens, we’re in this side by side. Okay?”

She nodded frantically as she pulled at my shirt. But I was serious. All I’d done the past few weeks was hope for her to come back. I was never going to go through that again. I stilled and she looked up at me.

“I know,” she said. “We’re together now.”

“Now and always,” I replied, and the sober look she gave me in response told me she understood. There was no going back after this. I dipped to press my lips against hers, taking any opportunity to taste her. “We’re talking about weddings, kids, the whole nine yards before we leave this room.”

She laughed and we tugged at our clothes until we were naked. I turned her over so she was kneeling on the seat cushions with her hands braced on the back. I took a step back to admire her, her alabaster skin luminous in the glow of the hazy sun through the blinds.

“Matt,” she called, snapping her head around to look at me, her hair sweeping over her body. “Please.”

I wasn’t trying to torture her, but watching her was like foreplay. I fisted my dick, pulling up and groaning at the thought that I’d soon be inside her, coated in her need for me.

I grabbed a condom and rolled it over my straining cock. Standing behind her, I swept my hands over her skin and raised my palm, then brought it down on her ass, my hand tingling. The sound our flesh made as it connected smashed through the air like a crack of thunder. It was a starting pistol, an announcement of who was in charge.

Nothing got her wetter. I reached down and slid my fingers into her slippery folds. I always checked, but there was never a time she wasn’t ready for my dick. It was the biggest compliment she could give me.

“Ready, baby?” I asked, trying to give myself a few more seconds of anticipation before the main event.

In response, she dropped her head and lifted her hips. I curled my hand over her hip and nudged my cock toward her wetness.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “More.”

I couldn’t resist any longer and pushed all the way in to the root. I’d never felt so fucking privileged as I did sliding my dick into my beautiful girl. Her fingers grasped the velvet pillows as she panted. She wouldn’t last long, but I’d make her come again and again and again until her body was weak and her soul was mine.

I gathered her hair in my hand, pulling so her face tipped back. I didn’t want to waste the pleasure rippling across her face. I picked up my rhythm, holding her still, making sure she felt every thrust, every inch of me. I wanted her to have no room to think, to worry, to speculate about the future. I wanted her here with me, totally focused on how I made her feel.

Her cries grew stronger, and her body tried to jerk away as her muscles tightened around my cock. It hadn’t taken long to get her to the point of no return.

Thank God. I wanted her to come again before I found my own release, and I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for as long as I usually did.

Her thighs began to tremble, and she cried out as her orgasm passed through her. I stilled, concentrating on the curve of her shoulder, the dip of her lower back. Every part of her drew me in.

I pressed my chest against her back, skin against skin, and circled her clit with my fingers, pressing and pushing. She began to whimper. The control I had over her body was phenomenal. I knew exactly what she needed and how to give it to her. But it wasn’t one way. My body responded to hers as if it was made for her.

I pulled out and brought her up, turning her around and pressing her body against mine.

“I need more,” she said.

“I know you do.” I dipped my head to kiss her. “And you’ll get everything I can give you.”

Her hands drifted down my back and made me shiver as I took another kiss from her before lifting her up and walking through to the bedroom.

“Lie down,” I said as I lifted my chin toward the mattress. “Let me see that perfect body that belongs to me now.”

She sat on the bed, her legs dangling over the side as she splayed her arms, lowering herself down as if she were offering herself to me. I sucked in a breath—I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

I stepped toward the bed. “Lift your legs.”

She bent her knees and her thighs fell open, revealing her still-swollen pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. Now. For hours. Forever.”

She pulled her knees apart, telling me she was ready. Gripping both of her legs, I pushed into her. She was tighter than before if that was even possible. I stilled to catch my breath as my balls hit her ass.

Impatient, she dipped her fingers down to her clit, and I batted them away. “No. You have me to give you your pleasure now.”

I circled my thumb around her clit as I began to push in and out of her. Her breasts moved with the rhythm, reminding me of the first time I saw her, her wet clothes clinging to this incredible body in front of me.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward, taking a dusty pink nipple in my mouth, sucking just before my bite went too deep. She screamed and she thrust her fingers into my hair—not to pull me back but to urge me on. She was greedy for sensation. She wanted everything I could give her, and I’d give her everything—at least I’d spend my whole life trying.

I moved in and out of her slowly and surely, allowing her to enjoy the drag of my dick. Pulling back to look at her, I knew what she wanted. She wanted to come again. I pushed harder and faster, her hips rose to meet mine, and our bodies slammed together again and again.

She gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my skin, and I had to fight against the vibration in my spine telling me I needed to empty myself into her.

Just before I gave in, she arched her back and screamed my name.

I couldn’t hold back any longer—I pushed into her again and exploded along with any notion of a future without Lana. My body covered hers as if I were sheltering her. I wanted to feel this close to her forever, share every experience and thought I had. I’d finally found my place in the world. Nothing else mattered. Not Hollywood, not scandals and not movies.

As long as it was the two of us, I had everything I could ever want.