I think the bells of Heaven have rung, but sadly, it’s just the chime from our elevator that we’ve reached our floor. Matt steps back from me but grabs my hand as he exits. I have no choice but to follow along. He pulls me swiftly down the hallway, right to my hotel room door.
He doesn’t even wait for me to get my key. Taking my purse from my hands, he roots around in there like a pig looking for a truffle. He pulls the key out, slips it in the reader, and opens my door. Then he’s pushing me inside, his hand on my lower back. Following me right in, he propels me all the way into the center of the room, throwing my purse on the floor.
When I turn around to look at him, it’s all over. The instant our eyes connect, an almost palpable spark leaps between us. In that instant, we launch ourselves at each other.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” Matt grumbles, just before his mouth starts to ravish mine. I groan instantly from the contact. We are so ferocious in our need to mate our tongues, our teeth clack together in an almost painful way. It doesn’t stop us though… we keep kissing and kissing and kissing.
My hands immediately go to Matt’s shirt, trying to swiftly undo the buttons, but making no headway whatsoever. Never one to be worried about finesse or decorum, I grip the material tightly in my hands and jerk as hard as I can, expecting buttons to spray all around us and his glorious chest to be exposed. In my mind, I even see it happening in slow motion, because yeah… that’s how it would happen in those steamy, romance novels I like to read.
Instead, the buttons hold firm and my hands fly outward, holding nothing but air. Matt pulls away from my mouth to look down at me, taking note of the failed attempt to strip him bare… and I’m sure the way my mouth is hanging open in disbelief.
His eyes crinkle in amusement, and then he starts laughing.
Hard.
I mean gut-busting, belly-clenching, pee-your-pants hard. Pushing away from me, he actually has to put his hand down on the dresser to hold himself up while he laughs. “That was probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says between gasps, tears pooling in his eyes.
Glaring at him, I say, “Is your shirt made of like steel or something?”
And that causes him to succumb to fresh peals of laughter.
I merely cross my arms over my chest and rain down my most displeasing frown upon him. He finally gets control of himself, letting out a few stray snickers, and then he’s standing straight in front of me. Holding his hands out in front of himself, he says, “I’m sorry… but that was funny.”
“Yeah, not so much for me,” I tell him. Walking to the door, I open it. “I’m sort of not in the mood now.”
Matt’s lips quirk at me, and he grins at me in sheer amusement. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I told you I’m not in the mood.”
The irritating fool walks over and sits down on the edge of my bed. “Yes, you are. Now get over here,” he says as he unbuckles his belt. “I’d kill for you to take me in your mouth right now.”
I’m weak. That’s all there is to it. I close the door and walk back into the room, but I’m not convinced that this should evolve into sex.
“What are we doing, Matt?” I ask in a tired voice.
He gives me a devilish grin as he pulls his belt off, tossing it on the floor. “I’d say you’re getting ready to give me a blow job, and then I’m going to make you come more times than you’ll be able to remember tomorrow.”
Well, oh shit… that practically just made me have an orgasm right there. Shaking my head to clear the sexual fuzziness away, I say more firmly, “I thought we both agreed this was wrong. Besides, you got your jollies off again at One Night Only this weekend and…”
I stop, because I almost admitted that his sleeping with someone else is a deal breaker for me. But is it? And do I really want him to know that knowledge affects me? He’s been pretty clear about the fact that I’ll only ever be a fuck for him, and I sure as hell don’t want him having power over me… thinking that it hurts my feelings.