Trust Me: Matty and Kayla, Book 3 of 3 (The McDaniels Brothers 7) by Christine Bell
Authors: Christine Bell
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This might be the last night we ever spent together. As long as I was honest, as long as I didn’t lie to him…
“It would be silly. There’s plenty of space-”
“I appreciate the offer, Red, but I can’t control what I do in my sleep.” He held up both hands and shook his head slowly, the pained expression on his face like an arrow through my heart. “And something tells me no amount of space in the world is going to keep me from getting my hands on you if any part of my subconscious knows you’re nearby.”
I stood then, sure of nothing except the fact that I couldn’t let this night pass me by. I needed this. I needed him. “What if I don’t want you to?”
He took a step toward me and held out his arms. “I already told you, Red. Whatever you want.”
I nearly leapt that last yard into his embrace and he lifted me high and tight against his chest.
I was leaving Boston soon, but I would have one more night with Matty to take with me. Memories that would have to last a lifetime.
Chapter Six
Matty
As I crushed her to me, I closed my eyes and breathed deep, allowing myself to take in the sweet smell of her. The slight weight of her pressed against me.
When I finally let her feet touch the floor again, I still held her close, but I lifted one red lock of hair and curled it around my finger, trying to focus on it rather than on her face. I knew once I looked down into her amber eyes, it would be with the knowledge that whatever we did tonight, it might be for the last time.
She pulled away from me gently. "You know I can’t stay-"
"I know." I swallowed hard and then curled my hand behind her neck to bring her close. I didn't want to talk about it. That's what tomorrow was for. Right now was for us.
She relaxed against my chest and I ran my hands up and down her back. It wasn’t long before she was pressing closer. I ran my fingers over her shoulder blades, trying to ignore the temptingly slender strap of her bra, and her breath hitched. It was an exercise in willpower as she arched beneath my touch.
"I don't want you to think-" she started again, her voice muffled against my chest.
"I don't think anything. I just want to know what you want," I said.
"I hate leading you on."
I tucked my hand beneath her chin and crushed my lips to hers, cutting off the rest of her sentence as it turned into a low moan beneath my lips. I cupped her jaw and moved to deepen the kiss. Pulled her closer to me. Tasted the minty sweetness of her mouth.
When I finally pulled away, her breathing was shallow again, but a sad smile curved her lips.
"Sometimes," I said, "you need to learn when to stop talking."
Her sad grin became a genuine one, and she slapped my arm.
"What's that saying about pots and kettles?" she shot back.
"I’m happy to stop talking as soon as you tell me," I said.
“Tell you what?" Even as the words left her lips, I knew she’d already figured it out. Her hips ground into mine and when she lifted to her toes to wrap her arms around my neck, she pressed herself against my still-hardening cock.
"Exactly what you want."
She seemed to hesitate but then met my gaze. "I just want you, Matty,” she said simply.
“What are you waiting for, then?”
Apparently, the answer was permission. Permission to do this even though we both knew it was going nowhere. Permission to take this night and wring every ounce of joy from it while we still had the chance.
The hesitation was gone now as she gripped the edge of my shirt and tugged it over my head.
"I love your chest," she murmured, tracing the line between my pecs. Trailing her hands over my abdominal muscles. Running her finger over my belly button and lower.
I closed my eyes as she unbuttoned my jeans, allowing visions of her to fill my head. Kayla on her knees in front of me. My fingers threaded through her silky red hair. Pulling her in deeper as she ran her tongue over my thighs. Teasing me until--
I swallowed hard. It was
“It would be silly. There’s plenty of space-”
“I appreciate the offer, Red, but I can’t control what I do in my sleep.” He held up both hands and shook his head slowly, the pained expression on his face like an arrow through my heart. “And something tells me no amount of space in the world is going to keep me from getting my hands on you if any part of my subconscious knows you’re nearby.”
I stood then, sure of nothing except the fact that I couldn’t let this night pass me by. I needed this. I needed him. “What if I don’t want you to?”
He took a step toward me and held out his arms. “I already told you, Red. Whatever you want.”
I nearly leapt that last yard into his embrace and he lifted me high and tight against his chest.
I was leaving Boston soon, but I would have one more night with Matty to take with me. Memories that would have to last a lifetime.
Chapter Six
Matty
As I crushed her to me, I closed my eyes and breathed deep, allowing myself to take in the sweet smell of her. The slight weight of her pressed against me.
When I finally let her feet touch the floor again, I still held her close, but I lifted one red lock of hair and curled it around my finger, trying to focus on it rather than on her face. I knew once I looked down into her amber eyes, it would be with the knowledge that whatever we did tonight, it might be for the last time.
She pulled away from me gently. "You know I can’t stay-"
"I know." I swallowed hard and then curled my hand behind her neck to bring her close. I didn't want to talk about it. That's what tomorrow was for. Right now was for us.
She relaxed against my chest and I ran my hands up and down her back. It wasn’t long before she was pressing closer. I ran my fingers over her shoulder blades, trying to ignore the temptingly slender strap of her bra, and her breath hitched. It was an exercise in willpower as she arched beneath my touch.
"I don't want you to think-" she started again, her voice muffled against my chest.
"I don't think anything. I just want to know what you want," I said.
"I hate leading you on."
I tucked my hand beneath her chin and crushed my lips to hers, cutting off the rest of her sentence as it turned into a low moan beneath my lips. I cupped her jaw and moved to deepen the kiss. Pulled her closer to me. Tasted the minty sweetness of her mouth.
When I finally pulled away, her breathing was shallow again, but a sad smile curved her lips.
"Sometimes," I said, "you need to learn when to stop talking."
Her sad grin became a genuine one, and she slapped my arm.
"What's that saying about pots and kettles?" she shot back.
"I’m happy to stop talking as soon as you tell me," I said.
“Tell you what?" Even as the words left her lips, I knew she’d already figured it out. Her hips ground into mine and when she lifted to her toes to wrap her arms around my neck, she pressed herself against my still-hardening cock.
"Exactly what you want."
She seemed to hesitate but then met my gaze. "I just want you, Matty,” she said simply.
“What are you waiting for, then?”
Apparently, the answer was permission. Permission to do this even though we both knew it was going nowhere. Permission to take this night and wring every ounce of joy from it while we still had the chance.
The hesitation was gone now as she gripped the edge of my shirt and tugged it over my head.
"I love your chest," she murmured, tracing the line between my pecs. Trailing her hands over my abdominal muscles. Running her finger over my belly button and lower.
I closed my eyes as she unbuttoned my jeans, allowing visions of her to fill my head. Kayla on her knees in front of me. My fingers threaded through her silky red hair. Pulling her in deeper as she ran her tongue over my thighs. Teasing me until--
I swallowed hard. It was
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