Maybe Matt's Miracle(64)

Sky looks at me. “Yes, I think she did,” she says softly.

I hook an arm around her waist and pull her against me as the elevator doors close. I touch my lips to hers. “I’m going to mess up your lipstick,” I warn.

“I have more,” she breathes softly. Then she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. I palm her ass and lift her against me. She doesn’t seem to mind. She makes a little noise against my lips that shoots straight to my heart.

The doors open, and I pull back. She wipes my lips with her thumb. I take my handkerchief out and swipe my face. “All good?” I ask.

I wipe the corner of her mouth where I smudged her. “Me?” she asks.

“Beautiful,” I say.

I take her hand and lead her out of the building. She’s so f*cking beautiful that I want the whole world to see her. And what makes it even better is she’s mine.

She stops short when she sees the limo. “That’s for us?” she asks.

I nod and usher her into the car when the driver opens the door. She slides in next to Emily, and Em gives her a glass of champagne. She takes it in one hand and the other lands on my leg after I get in beside her. Her fingertips draw lazy circles on my thigh. I lay my hand over hers so she’ll stop. She looks up at me confused, but it only takes one touch from her to make my dick hard.

Logan laughs from the other side of the car. “Shut it,” I say, and I sign it at the same time.

He just laughs a little louder.





Skylar



Matt knows everyone at the wedding, apparently. It’s being held at a swanky hotel, and it’s truly beautiful. The bride was lovely, and I even felt myself tearing up when she started down the aisle. Matt just squirmed as the ceremony went on, and I guess it was because he’s not used to the wearing a suit. Now it’s time for the reception, which is a sit-down dinner that I wasn’t expecting. And then dancing. Matt introduces me to people as they walk up. There are so many of them that I can’t even hope to keep up with all the names.

The best man gives a toast that makes the room roar with laughter, and even Matt chuckles and raises his glass in the bride and groom’s direction. He leans into me and whispers close to my ear. “Last night, you made this noise on the phone that I can’t get out of my head,” he says.

My belly flips. “What noise?” I ask. I lean over and kiss his cheek. I just can’t help it.

“I can’t describe it,” he says absently. “But it was when you came.”

I choke on my own spit, and he laughs. His hand lands on my thigh.

“I want to hear it again,” he says, his words hot on the shell of my ear.

I lay my hand on his inner thigh and hitch it higher. It’s a bold move but so is the way he’s talking to me. “Stop teasing,” I warn.

“Who’s teasing?” he asks. He looks into my eyes.

“You going to stay over tonight?” I ask. I raise my brows at him.

He shakes his head. “Seth,” he says.

“Now who’s teasing?” I ask. I lean into him, and my breast touches his arm. He lifts a finger to lightly trace the underside of it. I press my legs together to ease the sudden, pounding ache.

He gets up and takes my hand, then pulls me to my feet. “Come on,” he says.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he drags me behind him. I run on my tiptoes in my too-tall shoes. He doesn’t slow down. We start down a corridor, and he tests doors until he finds one that’s unlocked. When one opens, he pulls me inside and immediately backs me against the wall. It’s a supply closet. And I don’t care.

“I want to hear that noise again,” he says against my lips. A thousand butterflies take flight in my belly. “Right now.” He stops and looks into my face, his hands bracketing my cheeks. “Is this okay with you?” he asks. “Tell me if it’s not.”

I nod. I can’t even speak.

Matt lifts my skirt, bunching it in his hands until he gets to my panties. He hooks his fingers in them and draws them down my legs. One side hangs over my ankle, and he leaves it there. I don’t care. He unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper quickly, and then reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out his wallet. He flips it open and takes out a condom, which he tugs open with his teeth. He rolls it over his length with a grimace, and then he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He looks into my eyes as he lowers me onto him. My back is pressed against the wall, and one of his hands clutches my naked bottom, opening me up for his penetration, while the other anchors his fist beside my head. He fills me slowly, his blue eyes looking into mine as he impales me. God, I feel so full this way. He doesn’t stop until our bodies touch at the hilt of him.

Then he starts to move. His lips touch mine, and he says against my lips, “I love you so f*cking much.”

I can’t speak. I can’t think. Matt hits my center, and I adjust my hips a little so that I can take more of him with every stroke.

“Yep, that’s the noise,” he says, as my breath leaves me. He pulls my hand from where I’m holding on to his shoulder and drags it down to where we’re joined. “Rub your *, Sky,” he says.

“I don’t need to come like that,” I say.

“I need for you to come like that,” he says. “Please.” His forehead rests against mine and I can feel his every inhale and exhale. We’re sharing the same air.