Grace (The Family Simon #5)- Juliana Stone Page 0,24
and he was on auto-pilot. He moved toward the warmth, and sank his nose into soft, silky hair that smelled like the honeysuckle his grandmother used to grow along her back porch.
He groaned and moved his hands around to the front of her body, but the very things he sought were covered. And impatient, he pushed aside clothing, fingers eagerly inching toward soft breasts and smooth, taut skin. Matt moved so that he pressed into her, his groin settled against her butt.
“Damn, but you feel good.” His brain was jumbled, his veins full of Jack, and at the moment Matt was content with the weight and warmth of another body in the night. He relaxed, snuggled into the curve of her back and as he listened to her even breathing, he eventually fell asleep.
* * *
It wasn’t exactly dark out when Matt woke, but it wasn’t bright either. He was in that place somewhere between dawn and full-on morning. He’d never bothered with blinds and could see the faintest traces of light coming through the window into his room. Normally he’d jump straight out of bed as soon as he could, but at the moment he wasn’t that guy.
At the moment he was content to stay right where he was. In bed—no, in his bed—with Grace Simon. His eyes adjusted and he had no problems seeing her.
She’d turned in her sleep, and her face was inches from his, that cute little nose scrunched a bit, her forehead furrowed. Maybe she was dreaming, or maybe her mind was already racing ahead, but whatever it was, with her hair a wild halo, and her mouth slightly parted, she was without a doubt, the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
And she was fully clothed. Imagine that.
He eased himself back an inch or two for a couple of reasons. One, he could see her better. And two, he had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit and any relief he could garner was welcome. It was torture being this close to her—being this horny—and not being inside her.
She inhaled sharply and he froze, smiling a bit as she began to mumble. Again. The girl talked in her sleep. Constantly. And though he tried, he couldn’t understand a word, or at least anything that made sense. What the hell did an appendix have to do with anything?
So for the next twenty minutes or so Grace mumbled, moving restlessly against the pillows—occasionally getting too close and making him shudder at her touch. He watched her, tracing the lines of her cheek, the dip at her neck, and the shape of her mouth, with his eyes.
Damn, that mouth.
He leaned a little closer, thought maybe he’d steal a kiss, but her eyes fluttered open and he froze as her gaze settled on him. Luminous and still full of sleep, he felt those eyes like a physical touch and as she slowly became aware, he saw the questions that lingered in their depths.
Yet he didn’t speak. He couldn’t. And long moments ticked by—long moments filled with nothing but their breathing, and the pounding of their hearts.
Her lids lowered a bit and she whispered, voice a little hoarse, “Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” he managed to say.
She blew out a soft breath and glanced back up at him. Were her eyes always this shade of blue? They reminded him of the deepest end of the swimming hole out near the lake he used to visit when he was a kid.
What was it about this woman that made him think of the past? A past he’d been running from for years?
“When did you…” She bit her lip and hesitated. “Come…here?”
“Late.”
Her eyes fell from his mouth, down to his chest, and paused near his navel, where the covers rode dangerously low.
She moved her knee slightly but paused. And he held his breath because she was getting a little too close to things that were going to take on a life of their own if he didn’t get his shit under control. Her eyes widened and shot back up to his.
There it was. That cute blush of pink in her cheeks he could stare at for longer than he cared to admit.
“I’m naked.”
She recovered, that gorgeous chin of hers jutting out a bit. “I see that.”
Feeling lighter than he had in ages—and that was something considering all the Jack he’d ingested the night before—Matt inched closer to her and smiled. “We have a bit of a problem.”
“Oh?” Her tongue darted out, and her breaths quickened.