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"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 of me.
I had no doubt that he would hurt me far more than Tanner ever could, but there was no running from him. I'd been waiting too long for the possibility that he might take his fucking blinders off and see me. Really see me.
"Thank you." He sat up and took the glass of water from me, downing it in a few large gulps. He growled and dropped back in the bed as I took the glass and set it on the nightstand.
"Did you like the concert? The part we got to see?" I crawled up beside him and snuggled in next to him as he wrapped his strong arms around me and forced me on my side. He moved up behind me and tucked his large body against mine, his erection seemingly harder than it was when we started that night.
"Loved it. The band still has their shit together." He kissed my upper back. "Sorry I pulled you out of there early, but it was worth it. I've wanted to have you in my bed for as long as I've known you."
I chuckled. "Hopefully my bed will do this time. Maybe when I come visit you in Dallas we break your bed in."
"I'd like that a lot." He squeezed me tightly and released as he let out a long sigh. "You still up for letting me paint a picture of you? I think the caveat was that I do it when you’re nude because I hadn't seen you naked before. I have now. Am I still going to get the pleasure of staring at you for hours on end with nothing blocking my view?"
I could feel him smile against my back and couldn't help but smile with him.
"I want you to capture the picture however you want it. I'm happy wearing something you choose or I'll pose nude for you. I have no doubt that you'll make the piece everything it should be."
"I will. I promise." He nestled my neck and slid his hand down my side. "I want you again tonight, but I'm so damn tired. I know you have to be too."
"I am, but I hate the idea of wasting my time with you." I yawned and rolled my hips, massaging his erection with my ass slowly.
"Mmmmm... you're going to get me going again, Erica."
"And that's a bad thing?" I turned my head to look over my shoulder as he moved up and pressed his lips to mine.
"Not at all. Come up here and ride me. I wanna watch you enjoy yourself." He moved back and reached over to grab another condom.
I crawled on top of him and pressed my hands to his chest as I arched my back and welcomed him back inside of my body.
He gripped my hips tightly and closed his eyes as his chin lifted toward the ceiling. Moonlight danced across the beautiful expanse of his chest and all thought left my mind. All I wanted was to bring him pleasure.
"Tell me what you want from me," I whispered as I leaned down and pressed my breasts to his chest.
"For you to fuck me." He gripped my thighs and lifted his hips. "Hard and fast."
"Be careful of what you wish for." I reached up and gripped the headboard tightly before glancing down at him through my extended arms.
"I know exactly what I'm asking for and I want every ounce of it. Don't relent no matter what." He lifted up and sucked my nipple deep into his mouth as I bucked my hips and worked him just the way he'd requested.
He met me stroke for stroke and took time to kiss and lick each of my breasts before rolling us and pressing himself deeper inside of me.
"You feel so damn good. Like you were made for me." He pressed his mouth to the side of my neck and slipped his hands between me and the bed to grip my ass tightly. His assault was delicious and left my body opening up to him in ways I didn't think possible. He lifted up and rolled his sexy hips, working me over the edge once more before he joined me. He collapsed on top of me and wrapped me in a tight hug that I wished would never end before whispering words I'd give anything to make come true.
"Marry me?" He laughed before moving up to kiss me and steal my breath for the final time that night.