us. Every second gets faster and hotter, and tight pleasure and need grip me as I get close.
I watch Matt’s eyes as he drives into me, both of us completely consumed by the unbelievable satisfaction of the other.
He thrusts hard, holding my body, and suddenly white-hot pleasure rips through me as I dig my fingers into the sand and let out a wild cry. The orgasm rocks me to my core, every inch of my body tingling.
Seeing me come makes him go crazy, and I watch the arousal deepen in his expression. He keeps going, and my body is still totally melting, savoring every inch of him.
I feel his muscles tense and tighten, his dick throbbing inside me as I drip all over him.
He comes hard, spilling into me and moaning my name as I dig my fingernails into his back and hold him deep in me.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles, collapsing onto me and wrapping himself around me.
I melt into his embrace, his slick body holding me tight and steady as we both laugh a little and weakly attempt to catch our breath.
I tuck my face into his neck and take a long, deep inhale, wishing time would freeze, and I could just lie here with Matt for as long as I want.
He slowly rolls off of me and lies on his back beside me, looking over with that sexy twinkle in his eyes as his chest rises and falls.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, still breathless.
“You’re amazing.” He reaches over and pushes a strand of hair out of my face.
I turn to him and smile. “We have a lot of figuring out to do.”
He puffs out a sigh and scratches his head, laughing and staring up at the starry sky. “No shit. A lot of figuring out.”
I set my hand on top of his, giving his hard, masculine fingers a tight squeeze. “Don’t stress about anything until after the Super Bowl. We’ll deal with all this after the Super Bowl, all right?”
Matt turns and meets my gaze, his brows lifted and his voice playful. “Aw, you care so much you don’t want me getting stressed. So sweet.”
“No, I just want to look like a damn good PR agent when the whole country falls in love with you and you guys win.” I stick my tongue out and give him a teasing shove.
“Come on.” He stands up and offers me a hand. “Sleep at my place.”
I accept his hand as he lifts me off the ground, and I start brushing off the million grains of sand that have coated my entire body and have most likely gotten into places sand should never go.
We slide on our clothes and walk back up the beach to the wooden boardwalk, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.
“What’s so funny?” Matt bumps his shoulder against me as we reach the parking lot.
“Just…everything.” I shake my head and look at him. “A couple months ago, I was planning on spending the better part of this year in different cities in Asia. I had wild and crazy adventures to go on and massively important business presentations to make, and then…one night with you, and all of it changed.”
He draws back, his eyes flashing with something that looks a little like…hurt. “Ellie, I—”
“I’m laughing because I don’t understand how I could possibly be so damn happy right now.” I hold his hand and swing it back and forth as we walk up to his car. “But I am.”
Maybe it’s just the bliss of making love with him, but the world seems to be glowing tonight, and for the first time in a while, everything feels like it’s actually going to be fine.
Fifteen
Matt
I’m barely even the slightest bit conscious when my mind hits me with the two most intense realities of my life.
Ellie Vice is in my bed, and the Super Bowl is in three weeks.
I draw in a slow breath, opening my eyes a tiny sliver to see the early morning sunlight glowing through the curtains.
My head starts racing with the day in front of me: practice, workouts, playoff prep. But before I dive straight into the most stressful football weeks of my life, I turn over so I can wrap my arms around the most incredible woman I’ve ever met and savor every last fucking second of her. Because neither of us has any idea what’s going to happen, but last night was absolutely unreal. It had to mean something. Didn’t it? I mean, she must