is ten times more intense. “Not at all.”
“Good.” Matt sits up, pressing his chest against mine. In a swift movement, he picks me up off of his lap and flips me onto my back on the sand next to him.
I gasp a little and let my body relax into the pillowy beach, feeling a heat wave roll through my body as Matt settles on top of me.
He kisses me hard, fireworks exploding in my head and desperate, needy desire gripping me.
I slide my leg around his waist, wrapping it tightly and squeezing as he slides his tongue into my mouth and grinds against me. My throat lets out something between a moan and a gasp, and every second seems to burn hotter than the last.
I slip my hands under his T-shirt and graze my fingers up and down his back, savoring every hard, cut muscle and tracing the lines between them.
Blood pounds in my head, and a fleeting question of, Should we do this right now? passes through my brain.
I draw back for a second, breaking the contact between our lips and meeting his eyes, wide and sparkling with lust.
“You okay?” he asks breathlessly. “If you don’t want to go any further, we don’t have to—”
“No,” I say quickly, biting my lip and giving a dirty smile. I lose myself for a second in those sweet, captivating blue eyes. My mind races with thoughts about Matt and everything he just told me about his past and how my attraction to him has grown into something deep and powerful in my soul. “I want to.”
A sinful smile slips across his lips as he cups my cheek and raises his brows. “Right here?” he whispers.
Who the hell am I? Getting…feelings? All I’ve ever known how to want to do is leave. I get on the plane and get to the next city every chance I get, and never stop seeking the next adventure.
I narrow my eyes, realizing that the only wild, thrilling adventure I want to dive into right now is in front of me. “Right here.”
Pressing my head back into the sand, I shut my eyes and let myself abandon any lingering questions or hesitations or worries. We’re having an unplanned baby together, so none of my usual life rules and habits can really apply here.
Everything picks up in pace as soon as we agree we’re going all the way on the beach right now, and the heat and desire curling through my body are rapidly amplified.
Matt gently glides his hands down my sides and onto my legs, still in black yoga pants, and guides my legs wider around him.
My body opens for him naturally, and aching need knots between my legs as he rubs his rock-hard dick against me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, shocked again by the sheer perfection and size of him, even through his pants.
He gives that sexy crooked smile and massages my breasts with both hands, making me lean against him and feel like everything in me is turning into a pool of hot, needy liquid.
I trace his abs with my fingers, running them all over his perfect body and feeling the crackling heat burn brighter and hotter with each touch.
His lips reach my nipple, and he sucks gently as I moan out something that sort of resembles his name. My back is arched into him, and my panties are soaked, every fiber of my body begging him for more.
I can see the hunger in his eyes, and I can feel it in his lips as they move down my stomach, and he nibbles at the waistband of my leggings.
He quickly peels them off, along with my panties, making me completely naked directly on the sand.
We look at each other for an extra beat as he sets my pants to the side.
“You don’t have like a blanket or something, do you?” he asks with a laugh, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Uh, no.” I stifle a giggle. “Like I said, I wasn’t exactly planning on doing…this.”
“This is gonna be a mess,” Matt whispers, his broad chest rising and falling with breathlessness and laughter.
“Fitting for the two of us,” I add.
“Here.” He pulls off his shirt and spreads it out on the sand, then gently guides me onto it so the shirt is under my ass. “Does that work?” He scratches his neck and frowns.
I laugh and relax onto the ground, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down on top of me.