Maybe Matt's Miracle(47)

“You okay?” he asks.

I moan because words won’t even leave my throat. They’re stuck somewhere between my sated brain and limp body.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, and he falls over, landing beside my naked body. I can’t even turn my head to look at him. He kisses my cheek and rolls me over so that my bottom is nestled in his lap. “Go to sleep,” he says. His arm is beneath my head, and his other arm wraps around my waist.

I want to take care of him, too, but I can’t move. “I can’t sleep,” I murmur. “I have to pick up the girls.”

He presses a kiss against my hair. “I’ll wake you up in time,” he says softly. “Sleep.”

“You sure?” I murmur. It’s not like I could move if I wanted to.

“Let me hold you,” he says. He brushes my hair down between us and pulls the blanket over our bodies.

“Mmm,” I murmur. But darkness is already crowding the corners of my vision.

“I love you,” he says quietly, just as I let sleep overtake me. I let Matt overtake me. I let peace overtake me for the first time ever.





Matt



I wake up to the feel of a warm, feminine body draped over mine. I look down and see a blond head as it bends to kiss my chest. I reach down, gathering her hair as I say, “Sky?” and try to blink the sleep from my eyes.

She stills and looks up at me, her brows drawing together. “Who else would it be?” she asks. She’s straddling me, and she moves like she’s going to get off my hips, but I hitch my hands under her arms and lift her higher so I can kiss her. She resists. “Who else would it be?” she asks again.

She’s serious. Fuck. I messed that up.

“No one,” I say. I scrub a hand down my face. “I was asleep and you’re kind of kissing my chest and sitting on my dick at the same time, and I woke up and it seemed very strange. That’s all.”

“You knew who I was, right?”

I don’t even need to think about my answer. “Of course.” I did. Really, I did. “I was just confirming what a lucky son of a bitch I am by getting you to look at me while you kiss my chest and sit on my dick.”

She snorts and buries her face in my chest, putting all of her weight on me. “I’m not quite sitting on your dick,” she says quietly. I rock against her center, which is slippery wet against me.

“I know. Can you fix that, please?” I say. I make like I’m trying to adjust her hips, but I know I need to get a condom first. I might have been asleep, but I’m not stupid.

She lifts up a little and points down toward my dick. “I’m a little intimidated by that,” she whispers playfully.

I chuckle. “Why? I promise it won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure he behaves.” I hug her to me. My heart is almost full to bursting, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. Well, I’d kind of like to f*ck her, too, but I do have priorities, even right now.

“I wasn’t talking about your…parts.” Her face gets all rosy.

A laugh bursts from my throat. “Parts? You talk about me like I’m a washing machine.”

“Washing machines are not pierced, Matt,” she says.

“Oh,” I breathe. “You mean that.” I run my fingers through her hair like a comb. “It won’t bite. I promise.”

“I was kind of looking while you were sleeping,” she admits.

“Looking at my face, I’m sure,” I tease. “Was I drooling?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Down there. It looked at me first,” she says.

“I told him about that shit,” I gripe. “Dicks never listen. Just ask any man. He’ll tell you the same.”

She giggles against my chest. “You always wake up so ready?”

I lift my head and look down at her. “Usually, yeah,” I admit. “It’s a guy thing.”

“And I thought it was just for me.”

“Well, no one else is getting him,” I say. “So, that would apply.” I squeeze her naked bottom in my hand, and she yelps.

“Apparently, I have a lot to learn about men,” she says.

“Thank God I’m willing to teach you.” I growl as I hook an arm around her waist and flip her over so that I’m above her. I look down into her face, and my heart skips a beat. I want inside her so bad I can taste it, but I’m afraid to rush it.

I know what it’s like to have meaningless sex, and I’m afraid she does, too. This isn’t meaningless. At least not for me. This is so much more, and I want to savor every second. I also want to be sure she’s feeling as strongly for me as I’m feeling for her. If there’s anyone who could break my f*cking heart, it’s her. She’s everything I ever wanted.

“You’re sure you’re in love with me, right?” I ask as I dip my head to kiss her.

She murmurs against my lips. “As sure as I can be.”

I lift my head. “What does that mean?” I brace my elbows on either side of her head and use my thumbs to brush her hair from forehead, sweeping across the delicate arch of her brow.

“I’m still learning what all this is about,” she says. “I don’t fully understand it, and I wasn’t looking for it. I don’t know how to analyze it.”