Fighting for Love (Second Chances #4)(52)
She giggled and hung up the phone. Suddenly, I was left facing Matt on my own. When I turned around, he had on his fighting shorts and a black T-shirt with an unreadable expression on his face. His gaze lingered down to my bandaged hand and back up to my eyes.
“I’m assuming with you waiting out here that you’re free to go?” he asked.
Slowly, I tucked my hair behind my ears and nodded. “Yeah, I’m free. I was never really apprehended if that’s what you want to call it. Kyle might think he had his way and that I’m spending a night in jail, but the joke is actually on him. Although,” I said, lifting my hand, “I think it might be on me, too. This hurts like a bitch.”
Matt burst out laughing and pulled me into his body by my good arm, wrapping it around his waist. I wasn’t expecting that reaction, but God, did it feel good to be in his arms again and breathing him in. I didn’t want the moment to end, but I really didn’t want to be in the police station any longer than necessary. My boss was definitely going to find out about it and I wasn’t looking forward to having to explain. Thankfully, I had until Monday before that happened.
“Can we get out of here?” I asked, mumbling the words against his chest.
Chuckling, he turned us around and kept an arm around my waist as we walked out of the station to his blue truck parked just a few spaces away. I took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air; it was much better than the smells of stale coffee, bad body odor, and dust inside the police department.
When we got to Matt’s car, he opened the door for me, but I didn’t get in. There was so much left unsaid and I needed to know where we stood. Taking his face in my hands, I leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against him so tight I could barely breathe.
“I was too late,” he murmured.
I pulled back just an inch so I could get a better look at him in the street light. “What do you mean?”
Sighing, he hung his head and blew out a frustrated breath. “When I finally took control of my anger you were already gone. I let you leave again and I didn’t stop you. The moment I didn’t see you in your seat at the fight I didn’t know what to think. The anger clouded my judgment and I’m sorry. I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but seeing him all over you in those pictures …”
“Matt,” I cried, “you don’t need to apologize. I know you were angry and it’s understandable. I was angry when I thought it was you in those other pictures. It made me sick, so believe me, I know.”
“Well, hopefully, his shit is over because I honestly don’t see how he could do any worse than what he’s already done. Is there anything else that he could possibly know and use against us?” he asked wearily.
“Not that I know of,” I said, shaking my head. “But then again I’m sure Kyle will come up with something, and when he does we need to look the other way and let it go. He can’t hurt us if we don’t let him. All I know is I want to get away from here and relax.”
Matt’s lips tilted up with just the hint of a smile, and combined with his half-lidded seductive green gaze it instantly made the spot between my legs wet. I knew what was on his mind, and I knew what was going to come once we got back to his house.
Leaning over, he kissed me on the forehead and trailed his lips slowly down the side of my face to my ear, and whispered, “Angel, we’re going to do a lot more than relax. Surely, you haven’t forgotten what we failed to finish in the pool, right?”
No, I didn’t forget.
Tilting my head back, I bit my lip and moaned as his hand travelled up my waist to my breast, cupping me gently. “You’re body belongs to me,” he murmured huskily, kissing his way down my neck.
He pressed me against the truck with his body shielding me and wrapped one of my legs around his waist so he could push his hard cock against me. “When someone kisses you on those luscious lips of yours, it’ll always be me. When someone touches the tenderest parts of your body, it’ll always be me.”
Gliding his hand down my body, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his hand inside, pushing a finger into me. I gasped, holding onto his neck, and rocked my hips against him. “I want to be the only man to have the privilege of touching you like this, of making love to you. Because this right here,” he murmured, placing his other hand over my heart, “is where I want to be. It’s where I’ve always wanted to be … it’s where I belong.”
A tear slid down my cheek and I held him tighter. “You’ve always been there, Matt,” I whispered.
Always.
MATT PARKED IN HIS GARAGE, and I didn’t know if we’d make it into his house before ripping each other’s clothes off. By the time we got in the door our shirts were gone, including my bra. The whole way up the stairs he had me in his arms, straddling his waist, with his lips and teeth sucking and biting my nipples. We only had to go down two more doors before he pressed me up against the wall and thrust his tongue in between my lips.
Reaching between my legs to the waist of his jeans, I undid them and he let them fall to the floor. If only mine were gone I’d get him to take me against the wall and f*ck me hard. I didn’t want it gentle tonight, I wanted it hard and fast. Finally, Matt moved us down the hall and kicked his door open before throwing me on the bed.