Fighting for Love (Second Chances #4)(53)

He grabbed the waist of my jeans—unbuttoning them with one smooth flick of his fingers—and slid them down my legs, along with my new pair of sexy red thongs, kissing my skin the whole way down.

“I hope you’re ready for this, baby,” he growled, “because I’m not holding back tonight.”

Pushing my legs apart with his knee, I thought he would take me right there on the bed. I wanted him to, and ached to feel him inside me, but oh no, he had other plans. He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off of the bed so, and I had to straddle his waist again in order to hold on.

“What are you doing?” I breathed, trying to lower myself onto him.

Chuckling, he placed his hands on my ass and lifted me up so I couldn’t go any lower. “Not yet, baby, it’s not time. I’m the one in control tonight, so nothing is going to happen until I say so. Bad girls don’t get to call the shots.”

“Oh, really? So I’m a bad girl now? Did I lose my ‘angel’ title?”

With me in his arms, he walked us into the bathroom and turned on all four of the shower heads. He set me on the bathroom counter, and the tile was so cold on my ass that I gasped.

“For tonight you have,” he told me gruffly, nipping my bottom lip. “Because the things I’m going to do to you shouldn’t be done to an angel.”

My eyes went wide and my mouth opened in a silent gasp; I was two seconds away from having an orgasm just by my thoughts alone. Oh my God.

Matt smirked and trailed a long, lithe finger over my collarbone and down to my breast, where he circled my nipple, and finally to my aching clit. Moaning, I arched my back and squeezed my legs around him tighter to get him to stop.

“I’m going to lose it if you touch me, Matt. I’m so close,” I cried.

Nipping my ear, he groaned and lightly pushed me back so that my body was lying on the bathroom counter. It was so cold against my back, but Matt’s warm breath between my legs heated me right up and I moaned.

“Hmm … that’s what I like to hear.”

On his knees on the bathroom floor, he pulled me down to his mouth; he nuzzled me with his nose before trailing his tongue from my opening on up to my clit. My body jerked from the contact and again I was getting closer. If he kept touching me instead of taking breaks I knew I would lose it, but from the deep chuckle I heard escape his lips I knew he was doing it to torment me.

“Are you getting frustrated, baby? Just imagine how I felt all day after our time in the pool. It sucks, but it makes everything feel so much better when you finally get there. You also taste so f*cking good when you’re turned on.” He licked me again, and I jerked when he slid a finger inside of me … and then another.

“So sweet and soft,” he murmured huskily.

Thrusting inside of me with his fingers, he closed his lips over my clit and sucked while pushing demandingly hard and fast. It was my undoing and I exploded all around him, contracting around his fingers as my orgasm spread throughout my body. He slowed his pace and licked me gently, moaning while getting a taste of what he does to me.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” he growled. “I need you to hold on tight.”

Lifting me into his arms, he carried me into the shower and put me right in the path of the shower heads. The water dripped down his midnight colored hair and over his face and body in tantalizing lines; I wanted to suck him dry, to taste every inch of him. Pushing me against the shower wall, he pressed his lips to mine and thrust his tongue inside at the same moment he lowered me down hard on his cock.

“Matt,” I screamed out, digging my nails in his back. Being pushed down so hard sent a jolt of pain through my body, but I loved it.

Gripping my waist with his hands, he rocked his hips a few more times before lifting me up and setting me down on my feet. “Turn around and lean your hands against the wall,” he commanded, helping me along by pivoting my hips.

I did as he said and leaned against the wall, spreading my legs wide as he lifted my hips. The tip of his cock grazed my opening for only a second before he plunged in deep and reached around to grab my breast with one hand and fondle my clit with the other. In and out he pushed, the friction making my body slide against the slick wall of the shower.

“I want you to come again, baby, just like this,” he ordered. Groaning, he lowered his fingers to where he could feel his cock gliding in and when I moaned he leaned down and bit the side of my neck. “Your * is so damn tight. I could f*ck you like this all day long.”

Holy hell, he was going to kill me. There were so many sensations triggering my pleasure senses that I could barely think. I could only feel what he was doing to my body and I was in pure ecstasy.

Oh, so close again, and I could feel him getting harder the tighter I clenched my muscles around his cock. “Fuck,” he roared, squeezing me harder. “I’m going to come, baby.”

The deeper he pushed inside, the faster I succumbed to my release, and screamed out as the pleasure fanned out over my body. Breathing hard, I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Matt was still hard inside of me, but he gently pulled out and turned me around to face him.

“How was that? Did it feel good?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, yes,” I remarked breathlessly. “I’m going to sleep good tonight.”

Lifting my chin and shaking his head, his gaze narrowed with unabashed heat. “No you’re not, baby. There’s not going to be any sleep for you or me tonight.”