“I guess I could be into that.”
There’s something insanely electric between us, and it’s burning and sparking and crackling right now as we lie on the beach in the dark and let our hands explore each other.
Just because it’s blindingly clear that I would never be able to fit in with her world or her lifestyle or her powerful and stupidly rich family doesn’t make my body want her any less.
I can feel rational and logical thought slipping away by the second. And honestly, I’m fine with that.
Fourteen
Ellie
I knew I was attracted to Matt from the second I met him at that players cocktail party. I mean, obviously I was attracted to him. Two life-altering red lines prove that my attraction to him that night was very, very real.
But now, we’re lying on the beach and it’s late and it’s dark, and every single word that comes out of his stupidly sexy mouth just makes me like him more.
And not just in the way I liked him when I practically dragged him by the dick out of that party and had a night that was wild and reckless and hot enough to make a baby. No, this is a different kind of liking. A kind of liking that makes my chest feel warm and my heart tug when he talks about his past. A kind of liking that makes me want to know him even more deeply and peel back every layer of Matt McKenzie. A kind of liking that has my body and heart and mind all twisted up and confused as I desperately try to make sense of how I feel about Matt.
“Are we literally the only people on the beach?” I say, barely above a whisper as he slips his hands underneath the dumb oversize hoodie I really wish I wasn’t wearing.
“Uh…” He presses his hands against me a little harder, his fingers sending chills zipping down my spine. “It looks that way to me.”
I glance around, seeing nothing but sand and stars and waves spraying up onto the shore.
My body pulls toward him like a magnet, heat rolling through me as I trace his muscles with my hands, rocking against him and trying to cling to any semblance of rational thought left in my brain.
And…it’s gone.
“You know…” Matt says, his voice coming out raspy and hot. “Every time I see you, you’re somehow prettier than the time before.”
I feel my face blush, and I shove him playfully. “Shut up. I’m already carrying your baby, so you can spare me the pickup lines,” I tease.
“Not a pickup line.” He runs his thumb along my cheek and pushes my hair behind my ear as it blows wildly in the breeze, giving me a cocky smile, which makes my panties even wetter than before. “I’m just thinking about our future kid and how fucking gorgeous he or she is gonna be.”
I bite back a laugh and rock against him, running my hands through his shaggy hair and feeling the red-hot waves of desire control me more and more with every passing second.
“We are gonna make a cute-ass baby, aren’t we?” I lie flat on top of him, spreading my legs wider and pressing down against his rock of an erection.
“Oh hell yeah,” he rasps, gently tugging a handful of my hair and angling my head back. “And the whole making part was pretty fun, if you ask me.”
I arch into him as he kisses my neck and throat and collarbone, making my body ache and my heart pound rapidly.
I dig for a witty and flirty response, but words get caught in my throat as Matt kisses down my neck and again slides his hands underneath the sweatshirt.
I gasp and arch more as he slips the hoodie off of me and throws it on the sand next to us.
It might be cold out, but I can’t even tell. We could be in Antarctica right now, and I don’t think I’d notice the cold, because the heat of our bodies against each other is scorching.
“No bra,” he moans with a little laugh, grazing his lips over my chest and turning my nipples into diamonds. “I like it.”
I attempt an eye roll, though I can barely catch my breath. “I didn’t know we would… I wasn’t expecting…”
He cocks his head and gives a sexy, crooked smile. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head and laugh, overcome with a feeling of wild recklessness, the same adrenaline I chase in every crazy adventure, only this