Her skin is flawless. I drink in every inch of her stomach and her toned legs that lead up to her waxed mound.
“Matilda,” I whisper her name against her lips as I kiss her. “You’re beautiful.”
Her hands reach for my biceps. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never showered with a man before?”
Her head shakes in silence.
I turn her around, not wanting to touch her skin with my cock because I swear to fucking hell I am one second away from coming all over her.
“I’ll wash you,” I whisper into her ear from behind. “If it’s too much, you tell me to stop.”
She nods, her body relaxing slightly at my touch.
I soap my hands before I trail my fingers over her neck, pushing her hair to the side. She shivers slightly, her body shaking.
I look down and the sight of her ass almost drops me in place.
It’s just as I remember when I saw her in her lingerie, but now it’s bare, tempting me to touch it and kiss it.
“I was scared at the bar,” she admits with a sigh.
I trace the curve of her back with my fingertips. “I know.”
I could see it in her face when I looked for her after taking the guy to the ground. She was staring at me, her expression a mix of confusion and fear.
I would have run to her then and taken her in my arms, but I couldn’t.
Instead, I smiled, hoping that it would offer her some reassurance that I was all right.
It didn’t. Her bottom lip had trembled, but she’d stilled it with her teeth when she bit into it.
My hand moves lower and she adjusts her feet, spreading her stance. I take it as a silent invitation and glide my fingers lower until they skim the cheek of her ass.
That turns her around. “Sebastian.”
I tilt her chin up with my fingers until our eyes meet. “You tell me what you want. I’ll never push for more.”
“What happens when it’s over?”
The words spear me. I’ve never thought beyond the fuck with any woman before, yet the idea of ending this, even before it’s started is twisting my gut.
“I don’t know.” My voice is so soft I doubt she can hear me.
“We don’t have to think about it tonight,” she says as she rises to her tiptoes to press a kiss to my mouth. “Tonight I just want to feel, not think.”
“You’re sure?” I ask because I won’t take unless she’s certain.
“My bed or yours?” she whispers.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her hard, pushing her lips apart so I can taste her breath. “Mine. I want to fuck you in my bed.”
***
We made it as far as the hallway before I pinned her against the wall, wrapped her wet legs around me and kissed her again.
I want to slide my dick into her warmth but I won’t without a condom.
Instead, I’ve got a hand under her, my fingers trailing over her slick flesh, circling her clit to chase her toward the edge.
She bucks against my touch. “God, this is too much, Sebastian.”
It’s not nearly enough. I haven’t tasted her yet. My dick hasn’t slid between her plump lips and down her throat.
I want to be inside her, pumping my cock into her while I watch her come undone for me.
I slide two thick fingers inside of her and she grips me. It’s so tight that my cock throbs with need.
“Come,” I bite out. “Come so I can fuck you.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders when she flies over the edge into a heated orgasm. Her pussy trembles around my fingers as I press her harder to the wall to keep my knees from buckling.
I watch every move she makes, drinking in the sight of her and the sounds she makes as she climaxes just for me.
Chapter 31
Tilly
“When’s the last time you were fucked?”
I look down to where his cheek is resting on my thigh.
He’s been teasing me with the tip of his tongue since he brought me into his bedroom. He put me on the bed, crawled over me and settled between my legs.
“I know the last time you fucked.” I throw my arm over my face. “Wendy, right? Or was it more recently than that?”
“Matilda.” His voice comes out as a low warning. “Don’t.”
I smile to myself as I feel his tongue whip across my swollen clit again. “Don’t ask me questions that you’re not willing to answer yourself.”
That earns me a brush of his teeth over my tender flesh. I squirm to get more. I need more. I came in the hallway, but he’s been torturing me like this for what feels like an hour, although I doubt it’s been more than fifteen minutes.
“You’re so tight.” He licks a finger before he slides it inside of me. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His words send a jolt of need to my core and I clench around him.
“Lick me,” I whimper. “Or fuck me.”
His tongue lashes my clit. “Patience.”
I have none right now. I don’t care that he knows it. It’s been months since I’ve been with a man, and he had nothing on Sebastian. Foreplay, to my last lover, was a kiss on my mouth and one sweep of his hand over my panties before he pushed them aside and slid his sheathed dick in.
“I want you.” I know it sounds shameless, but I feel more comfortable with him than I’ve ever felt with a man before.
“You want me to fuck you,” he growls. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
I nod as I look down at his face.
His nose is swollen and the bruising has darkened, but he’s still gorgeous.
He kisses the inside of my thigh softly before he moves to cover my sex with his mouth.
“Oh, please,” I whimper as I feel my pulse race. “Just like that.”
He moans against my clit as he takes it between his lips to suck.
I buck my hips, wanting to feel more. My hands get lost in his hair and when the heat races through me, I call out his name as I come again under his touch.
***
“Fuck,” he hisses the word out from between clenched teeth. “Look at us.”
I look down at where the wide crown of his cock is resting against my pussy. He put on a condom after I came. I watched his every move, captivated by his muscular, cut body and that cock that I haven’t stopped thinking about.
I saw it the first night we met, but this is different.
Tonight he’s all mine.
His hand cradles my ass to tilt me up, angling my body. “Relax, Matilda. I need you to relax.”
I nod as my eyelids flutter shut under the weight of my desire. “Please, just fuck me.”
He chuckles and it rumbles through his chest and into mine. We’re pressed so tightly together.
Forehead-touching-forehead.
Body-against-body.
Heart-to-heart.
“Don’t rush me.” He presses a kiss to my neck, his breath trailing over my flesh. “I want this to last all night.”
I want that too.
He slides into me with one delicious long stroke and I tremble beneath him.
“This is incredible,” he says in a ragged breath. “I’ve never felt…”
My breathing drowns out his words as I writhe beneath him when he pumps into me in deep, measured strokes.
I whimper and moan through each thrust, whispering words that I don’t recognize, sounds I’ve never heard myself make.
His lips find mine in a frenzied, fevered kiss that pushes me into the throes of another orgasm.
I come hard around him, screaming his name against his mouth before he flips me on my side, pushes my leg up and fucks me hard.
He groans my name when he comes. His cock is hard and thick as he thrusts deep in furious strokes before he collapses next to me.
Chapter 32
Tilly
I roll over onto my side and immediately I’m flooded with confusion. I sit up in the bed. I’m nude in my bed.
I know for a fact that I didn’t fall asleep here. I did that in Sebastian’s bed in his arms after we made love.
He was telling me about his first day on the job as a police officer when his deep voice lulled me to sleep.
It’s morning now.
The sun is pouring in through my windows. My blinds are open. The spot next to me is still smooth and the blanket untouched.
He must have carried me in here at some point.
I was in his bed last night, wasn’t I?
I didn’t dream what happened. I couldn’t have.
I dip my fingers between my legs and wince at the spark of pain when I touch my pussy. It’s swollen and tender.
We were together and now we’re not.
I stand and cross the room to my closet. I tug my short blue silk robe from a hanger and wrap it around me.
The chill in the air bites at my skin as I open the door of my bedroom and peer out. I don’t see or hear anything.
I tread quietly across the apartment to the hallway.
I stand in place staring at the door to Sebastian’s room. It’s ajar.
“Matilda?” His deep voice startles me enough that I jump.
I spin around to face him.
It’s obvious that he’s showered and shaved. He’s dressed in jeans and a blue button-down shirt. The bruising around his nose hasn’t faded at all, but some of the swelling is gone.
“You’re dressed.” I point out the obvious as I tug on the sash of my robe to tighten it. “How did I end up back in my bed?”
His gaze darts to the open door of my bedroom. “I had a nosebleed early this morning. I wanted to get my sheets into the wash, so I carried you to your bed and tucked you in.”
That makes sense.
I notice the keys in his hand. Maya had a washer and dryer installed in the closet at the end of the hallway when she moved in. He didn’t have to leave our place to do his laundry.
“Did you go out?”
He looks down at the keys. “I had to meet someone earlier.”
Someone? That’s vague enough to pique my interest.
I know he has the day off, but I ask because my curiosity is pushing me to. “Was it a work thing?”
His eyes narrow as he weighs his response. “No work talk today. We both have the day off.”
Anxiety bites at me as I weigh his answer. I know his work is shrouded in mystery. It’s not like he can tell me about the cases he’s working on. I get that his job doesn’t fit into the typical nine-to-five box.
“I should shower too.” I change the subject. “When I’m done, we can go to my favorite breakfast place if you’re hungry.”
“Or I can have another taste of you.” He closes the space between us with a few wide strides. “Let me eat you before you shower, Matilda.”
I don’t protest when he pulls on the sash of my robe to loosen it. I only moan in response when he lifts me up and places me down on the sofa. As he kneels on the floor and slides his tongue between my legs, I let the world disappear one more time.
***
“Let’s talk about Maya and Julian.” Sebastian chews on the corner of a piece of toast.
I look around the interior of Crispy Biscuit, my favorite diner. I’ve been coming here for the past year. I discovered it by accident one day when I was looking for a sandwich shop I was supposed to meet a blind date at.
My date was waiting for me a block over.
I canceled on him, ordered the lunch special and sat at the counter talking to the owner, Jo. She’s one of the friendliest people I’ve met in Manhattan and whenever I get a chance, I stop in for the food and her company.
“Let’s not.” I sigh.
“Why not?” he questions as he swallows a mouthful of coffee.
I knew this conversation was on the not-too-distant horizon, but I had no idea we would be diving into it while I’m enjoying Eggs Benedict.
I set my fork down and look at him.
His hair is still mussed from when I tugged on it while I came against his face. I almost drifted off to sleep again after that, but the ring of his cell phone pushed me back into reality.
He didn’t answer it. Instead, he got to his feet, leaned down to kiss my left breast and then helped me stand.
I took a shower, got dressed in jeans and a blue sweater and braided my hair. When I walked back into the main living area, he was waiting for me on the sofa staring at the windows. He was lost in thought and when I finally cleared my throat, he turned to find me standing next to him.
I didn’t ask what he was thinking about. I can’t begin to imagine the weight of his world.
“Maya was trying to set me up with you for months.” I push my plate aside. “I kept telling her I wasn’t interested.”
“I know.” He skims his tongue over his bottom lip. “Julian told me as much. I took it to mean you weren’t interested in getting involved with a good friend of his. I admit I was hesitant too.”
I let out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s an odd dynamic, isn’t it? We’re both important to them. We slept together. When it ends, we are still going to end up running into one another whenever they have a family gathering.”
He stares at me, his jaw ticking. “I think we’re both mature enough that we can handle it, Matilda.”
My heart dips. I’m trying to be mature, but it’s not working.
The sex was phenomenal.
I like being around him. I love talking to him. I’m crushing like mad on this man and I don’t know what it’s going to feel like in the future when I see him with another woman.
I fist my hands in my lap. I can’t let my heart race circles around my common sense anymore.
I’ve done that in the past and it’s always ended up with me being dumped because I’ve gotten too attached.
I want to enjoy this for as long as it lasts, not derail it because I want more than he can give to me.
“I can handle it,” I half-lie.
“Good,” he responds quickly. “That’s settled, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
Chapter 33
Sebastian
There’s nothing to worry about?
Famous last words.
The level of bullshit pouring out of my mouth this morning must be directly related to the punch I took last night.
I’m not a liar yet I’m sitting in this diner telling a woman I’m falling head over heels for that I’m going to be fine when this ends.
My intention when I started the conversation was to discuss how we would tell Maya and Julian that we are seeing each other.
It drifted into something else at Matilda’s beckoning. She made it clear that she sees an expiration date for us.
I can’t consider that possibility yet because I can still taste her on my lips.
I bow my head in an effort to keep my composure.
“Jo,” Matilda calls out. “There you are.”
I’d heard her ask for the owner when we first arrived and the woman behind the counter had told her that Jo was out running an errand.
Disappointment washed over Matilda’s expression but that quickly morphed into satisfaction when she ordered her breakfast. I insisted she order for me too.
She did. I just polished off a plate of eggs, bacon and hash browns.
“Tilly, it’s so good to see you.” Jo approaches from the left with her arms outstretched. She slows as she nears our table. “And Detective Wolf?”
Matilda’s gaze bounces from my face to Jo’s. “You two know each other?”
Jo’s hand lands on my shoulder. She gives it a light squeeze. “This one saved my life.”
I place my hand over hers as I look up into her face. Her brown hair is tied back into a low ponytail. Her mascara is smeared but her eyes have the same kindness that’s always been there.
“You’re exaggerating.”
She steps away from me so she’s closer to Matilda. “When he was a beat cop in the neighborhood, he’d stop in for bre
akfast. “
“A beat cop?” Matilda’s brow furrows.
“I patrolled the neighborhood on foot early in my career.” I look out at the sidewalk beyond the windows. “I walked past this place for three weeks before I sat down at that counter.”
“I was just about to close down.” Jo hangs her head. “Business was bad. I told him as much and the next day he had every cop in the city lined up outside.”
I scratch my chin. “Now you really are exaggerating. I asked a few guys from the station to stop by. Word spread and they all had a good meal.”
“I got a second chance.” Jo sighs. “I was an overnight success because of you.”
I nod at the empty plate in front of me. “The food is the key to your success, Jo. You can’t keep them coming back unless you’re serving what they want.”
“I’m grateful for you sending them my way in the first place.” She reaches to pick up my plate. “I see that things haven’t changed since you made detective.”
I narrow my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Someone clocked you in the face.” Her finger brushes the tip of her nose. “They did a good job. Are you all right?”
I look over at Matilda and the wide grin she flashes. “I’ve never been better.”
Jo’s gaze volleys between the two of us. “Friends or more?”
“Both,” I answer quickly, not wanting to hear Matilda categorize me as strictly her friend.
“Good.” Jo reaches to pick up my coffee mug. “I think I’m looking at a match made in heaven.”
“What?” Matilda asks with a nervous tremor in her voice.
“You’re an angel.” Jo smiles down at Matilda before she looks at me. “You’re a hero. You two belong together.”
Matilda waits until Jo walks away before she speaks. “I should take off. I promised Kate I’d stop by her shop today to help with a delivery. I’ll see you at home later?”
“Sure.” I nod. “I’ll pick up the check.”
“You did last time.” She fumbles in her bag for her wallet. “It’s my turn. We split all expenses, remember?”
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