tears stung her eyes when she felt another orgasm bubbling up inside of her. He seemed to sense it. Was it something in her voice, the way she whimpered, crying out his name in a choked breath? Or could he feel it, attuned to her body like it was an extension of his? She wasn't sure. Either way, he backed off, dropping her shaky legs as he carefully slowed his movements and let go of her throat.
Leaning down, his lips found hers again, kissing her softly as he continued to push inside of her. His mouth slowly moved, exploring her skin before nuzzling into her neck, teeth lightly nipping at her flesh. Her hands slid beneath his undershirt, nails scraping the skin of his back as he thrust a few more times before grunting as he came.
Still deeply inside of her, he pulled his face back to look in her eyes. She panted heavily, trying to find her breath. The spot between her thighs, the place they were connected, terribly ached.
He hadn't been kidding about that, either.
His thumb grazed her lips, slightly swollen from his hard kisses, as a smile softened his expression. "I didn't think you could be more beautiful," he said, "but then you went and screamed my name."
Blush radiated down her body, originating in her cheeks and coating every centimeter of exposed skin, as he finally pulled out. Genna felt the loss instantly when he backed away, clenching her thighs together to stifle the void. He grabbed her hands, pulling her off the pool table and setting her back on her feet, but instead of letting go he drew her to him, wrapping his strong arms around her.
He was holding her .
The sensation startled her, as he stroked her hair, petting her lovingly as she snuggled up against his chest, smelling his cologne and feeling his warmth.
She'd never had someone hold her before.
She remained silent when he finally let go, grabbing her clothes and quickly slipping them on as he situated himself. He disappeared into another room—his bedroom, she assumed—and returned after a moment looking just as put together as he had been when she first saw him.
Her? Well… she was scared to encounter her reflection.
"You want something to drink?" he offered, casual and polite, as if he hadn't just fucked her brains out, leaving her a quivering mess. She watched him as he strolled to the small open kitchen, her gaze settling on a clock on the wall.
A quarter after nine at night.
She blinked rapidly. Shit .
She'd missed dinner.
"I should really be going," she said, trying to smooth her hair. "It's getting late."
Matty grabbed two bottles of water from his refrigerator before approaching her, holding one out. "You're not just trying to get away from me, are you?"
"No, of course not," she said quickly, grabbing the water. "It's just that, well, I should've been home hours ago. My father—"
"I get it," he said, cutting her off. "The 'send out a search party' type."
She smiled, grateful he seemed to understand, as she opened the water and took a sip, the coldness soothing her gritty throat. She screwed the cap back on and grabbed her purse and shoes as she headed for the door. He walked her out, right on her heels as she descended the dark staircase, trying to pull herself together. Deep breaths , she thought. Don't go spastic now . But she couldn't help it. Her legs were like jelly, her heart still racing, her fingers trembling as she clutched tightly to her things.
The guy had knocked her world off its axis, and she was pretty fucking sure there was no fixing that .
Barefoot, she stepped out onto the sidewalk and glanced around cautiously. For the first time all night, the fact that she was in Soho seemed to really nag at her. Enemy territory . After dark, at that. The neighborhood was foreign, and all she'd encountered were friendly faces, but she knew deception often hid behind the kindest smiles. Psychopaths ran these streets, and maybe she wouldn't know any of them, but they'd certainly recognize her.
Her father had warned her
Leaning down, his lips found hers again, kissing her softly as he continued to push inside of her. His mouth slowly moved, exploring her skin before nuzzling into her neck, teeth lightly nipping at her flesh. Her hands slid beneath his undershirt, nails scraping the skin of his back as he thrust a few more times before grunting as he came.
Still deeply inside of her, he pulled his face back to look in her eyes. She panted heavily, trying to find her breath. The spot between her thighs, the place they were connected, terribly ached.
He hadn't been kidding about that, either.
His thumb grazed her lips, slightly swollen from his hard kisses, as a smile softened his expression. "I didn't think you could be more beautiful," he said, "but then you went and screamed my name."
Blush radiated down her body, originating in her cheeks and coating every centimeter of exposed skin, as he finally pulled out. Genna felt the loss instantly when he backed away, clenching her thighs together to stifle the void. He grabbed her hands, pulling her off the pool table and setting her back on her feet, but instead of letting go he drew her to him, wrapping his strong arms around her.
He was holding her .
The sensation startled her, as he stroked her hair, petting her lovingly as she snuggled up against his chest, smelling his cologne and feeling his warmth.
She'd never had someone hold her before.
She remained silent when he finally let go, grabbing her clothes and quickly slipping them on as he situated himself. He disappeared into another room—his bedroom, she assumed—and returned after a moment looking just as put together as he had been when she first saw him.
Her? Well… she was scared to encounter her reflection.
"You want something to drink?" he offered, casual and polite, as if he hadn't just fucked her brains out, leaving her a quivering mess. She watched him as he strolled to the small open kitchen, her gaze settling on a clock on the wall.
A quarter after nine at night.
She blinked rapidly. Shit .
She'd missed dinner.
"I should really be going," she said, trying to smooth her hair. "It's getting late."
Matty grabbed two bottles of water from his refrigerator before approaching her, holding one out. "You're not just trying to get away from me, are you?"
"No, of course not," she said quickly, grabbing the water. "It's just that, well, I should've been home hours ago. My father—"
"I get it," he said, cutting her off. "The 'send out a search party' type."
She smiled, grateful he seemed to understand, as she opened the water and took a sip, the coldness soothing her gritty throat. She screwed the cap back on and grabbed her purse and shoes as she headed for the door. He walked her out, right on her heels as she descended the dark staircase, trying to pull herself together. Deep breaths , she thought. Don't go spastic now . But she couldn't help it. Her legs were like jelly, her heart still racing, her fingers trembling as she clutched tightly to her things.
The guy had knocked her world off its axis, and she was pretty fucking sure there was no fixing that .
Barefoot, she stepped out onto the sidewalk and glanced around cautiously. For the first time all night, the fact that she was in Soho seemed to really nag at her. Enemy territory . After dark, at that. The neighborhood was foreign, and all she'd encountered were friendly faces, but she knew deception often hid behind the kindest smiles. Psychopaths ran these streets, and maybe she wouldn't know any of them, but they'd certainly recognize her.
Her father had warned her
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