“You heard me. Kiss me good night, and then I’m heading home.”
“Oh, hell no,” I say with sass and gumption. “You had me specifically wear lace panties for you, and I’ve been thinking about you peeling them off me all night. There’s no way you’re going home, buddy.”
Matt leans in to give me a quick kiss, smiling with amusement when he pulls back. “You are adorable, but I’m being a gentleman tonight. I’m showing you that you are more than just sex to me.”
“You’ve shown me that already,” I whine like a big baby. “I want sex… tonight!”
Chuckling, Matt says, “Are you pouting?”
I stick my lower lip way, way out.
“No,” I grumble and stomp my foot down.
“Did you just stomp your foot?” he asks with a smirk.
“I’m a grown woman,” I snap as I stomp my other foot. “I would never do something as childish as that.”
Matt releases my waist and brings his hands up to clasp my head. He presses his lips to mine, and I can still taste the smoky peat of the Scotch he drank tonight. My mouth opens, and his tongue slips in. I sigh, and my body melts into his.
Then he kisses me deeply… with quiet hunger.
I feel starved for him, and I whimper when he pulls away.
“Tell you what,” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear and looking me straight in the eye. “How about I tuck you into bed?”
My eyes alight with victory, but he squashes it instantaneously.
“I will not be fucking you though,” he says firmly.
My lower lip goes back out, and he reaches down to nip at it.
“However,” he says with a lecherous smile. “I could be persuaded to peel those panties off you. I mean… if it’s really that big of a deal to you.”
I jump up and down like a schoolgirl, clapping my hands in excitement. “Yes, please. Panties and bra. Tuck me in, tuck me in!”
Matt busts out laughing and scoops me up in his arms. Kicking the door shut, he walks through the living room. Macy is on the couch, watching CNN. She glances up at us, her mouth hanging open, as Matt carries me by. I shoot her a quick wave and a broad grin as he takes me to my bedroom.
I bounce on the mattress slightly when Matt drops me there. He’s efficient… wasting no effort and, within seconds, I’m lying there in only my white, lace bra and boy shorts. His eyes feast on me, roving over every part of my body.
Looking up at him with my most seductive stare, I stick my foot out and run it up the inside of his leg, causing his gaze to move from my breasts down to where I’m getting perilously close to his cock. “Matt… please don’t leave me like this. I’m dying here.”
I can see his erection pushing hard against his pants, and I move my foot to gently rub over it. He hisses out in pleasure, but then grabs my foot and lowers it to the bed.
“I’d never leave you wanting, McKayla,” he tells me with lust flooding his words.
Crawling onto the bed in between my legs, Matt does indeed peel my panties off me. He lays his fingertips in the center of my chest, and then lightly drags them down my body, straight down in between my thighs. I arch off the bed like a cat stretching after its morning milk when he slips a finger inside of me.
I stare at him in fascination, because he’s staring at me in fascination… where his hand is wedged firmly against me. His gaze slowly moves up and locks with my own.
“Watch, Mac,” he whispers, and then nods his head back down to my hips. Both of our eyes travel south, and mine stayed glued to his hand working me.