Worth the Fall (The McKinney Brothers, #1)(49)

“And I’m going to be your second.” He covered her mouth with his before he added, and last.

No more talking. He would show her what she meant to him.

Deep kisses had her moaning again, surrendering to his touch. He left her mouth to explore her neck, sweeping her dark hair aside to lick and taste, knowing he was leaving marks and not caring. He made his way back up, stopping at her ear, biting down gently.

Her urgent hands and cries of pleasure gave him encouragement, not that he needed any. He was going to kiss and lick and taste every inch.

“Matt, please.”

Yes. Please. She was ready and he couldn’t wait any longer, shaking with the burning, pulsing anticipation of being inside her. He rose to his knees between her thighs.

Holding himself, he circled the opening, finding her slick with arousal. Then inch by inch he pressed inside, working himself into her small body. “Please tell me I’m not hurting you.”

“No.” She shook her head and stared up at him with eyes gone dark, lids low and drowsy. “Don’t stop.”

Never. He pulled out a fraction, then slid all the way into Abby’s sweet body, joining them, as close to her he could get. “Don’t move.” He needed a minute, to look at her, to feel her.

He held himself over her with straight arms on either side of her head. Her fingers gripped his biceps, her body held him deep inside her own, urging him higher, making him hotter. And then he was moving. He rocked against her slowly at first, watching the pleasure, clear and pure, on her face. It was like having sex for the first time. The only time. And he never wanted it to end.

He pumped harder, faster, until she came with a shocked gasp. Then he followed, losing all thought. Except for one. Being inside her was like coming home.

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Abby woke and glanced across the empty bed, for a second forgetting where she was. Guest room. Matt. Hot memories flooded back. Leading him down the hall to this room. Bringing the monitor, locking the door, and then…it was Matt. Just Matt and his hard body, warm mouth, and loving hands. The things he’d done to her body, the way she’d responded. The way he’d touched her, held her, like she was the most precious thing in the world. Her lips curled into a smile.

The room looked like it had been sprinkled by the laundry fairy. Her shirt, his jeans, her underwear, his boxers. Oh yes. When his pants had come off…Well, wow. He was a gorgeous man. Everywhere.

She sat up. His scent permeated the room, like the feel of his skin still tingling her body.

No way were the kids still asleep, but the house was quiet. She grabbed her underwear, jeans, and shirt. Changing her mind at the last second, she found his T-shirt instead and inhaled as she pulled it over her head. His scent seeped into her lungs, filled her heart.

She slipped on the skirt she’d worn the night before and made her way through the house. The sound of little voices carried from the kitchen, then Matt’s, low and rumbling. When she reached the doorway, her heart swelled at the scene before her.

“Okay, the trick is to make a good high throw,” Matt was saying.

There they were, all five of them seated around the kitchen table. Matt wearing another plain white T-shirt and jeans and in the process of throwing a piece of cereal into the air. The floor was already half covered in cereal that had missed its mark.

Jack saw her first and tried to warn Matt, but not before the food went flying. Annie covered a smile but was clearly enjoying Matt’s demonstration.

Abby cleared her throat.

Matt turned and got a Cheerio right in the eye. “That one doesn’t count,” he told his cohorts around the table.

Abby smiled. How could a man be so sexy and so cute?

Matt’s eyes found hers. “Nice shirt,” he said, as if remembering where she’d found it and why. His gaze grew hotter as it ran slowly over the T-shirt, down her legs to her bare feet, and back up.

Oh, Lord. He obviously remembered everything she’d done too. Were his eyes sexier today?

“I’ll clean it up,” he said, a tiny smile playing at his mouth.

His jaw was covered in a dark shadow, his hair mussed by her fingers, and if they’d been alone…

“Um, okay.” She crossed the kitchen to get her coffee before she dragged him back to the bedroom. What had gotten into her? Uh, more like who had gotten into her. She raised her arm to pour, turning her mug right side up just in time to avoid disaster. “Who wants bacon?”

The answer was a chorus of “Me.”

“Hey.” Matt looked at his audience, feigning offense as he picked up cereal off the floor. “When I offered to cook bacon, everyone said no.”

“We wanted Mommy to do it,” Gracie said. “Hers is the bestest. And pancakes too.”

“Half a cup of coffee, then pancakes. And Charlie needs to get out of his Pull-Up.”

“Already taken care of. Right, partner?” Charlie gave Matt a high five from his booster seat. “I had some help.” He touched Annie’s cheek and got a rare grin. It warmed her heart to see Annie opening up to Matt. And, God forbid, loosening up enough to make a mess. But the look on Matt’s face when her daughter smiled, like he’d won the lottery, sent a lightning strike straight to her heart.

She went to get something to pull her hair back and returned to find Matt alone at the stove, laying strips of bacon into a pan.