Trust Me: Matty and Kayla, Book 3 of 3 (The McDaniels Brothers 7) by Christine Bell Page A
Authors: Christine Bell
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tempting, but that wasn't what tonight was about, so when she yanked at my jeans, I stepped back and shook my head.
"Not tonight, Red. Get on the bed."
"I thought this was about what I wanted." She cocked an eyebrow, but got on the bed all the same.
I didn’t have the wherewithal to argue. Between the blood pounding in my ears and the pulse in my groin, it was a miracle I could still breathe, let alone speak. That didn’t mean she was going to get her way in this, though. Maybe I had misspoken.
I was going to give her some of what she wanted.
But I was going to give her everything she needed.
I lowered myself onto the bed, half-covering her body with mine. Heart in my throat, I lifted her shirt to run my tongue over the tender skin around her belly button, teasing just above the hem of her low-cut jeans until her back arched at every tiny movement. All the while, I caressed her ribcage with my calloused fingertips before sliding beneath her bra to cup each breast in turn.
She moaned my name and I closed my eyes, trying to bottle the sound so I could keep it with me always. I needed to hear her say it again. To make her keep saying it so that I could play it like a record on repeat for the rest of the time we’d have apart.
I plucked at her hard nipples and she groaned, wriggling in an effort to take off her shirt but I shook my head.
“When I take off your clothes, I’m going to take in every inch of you until it’s burned into my memory.”
She released her shirt without complaint and stared as I tugged the black jeans over her hips. I tossed them aside and leaned back to look at her. A pale blue scrap of lace covered her and I dropped my head low to kiss her pubic bone beneath it.
"Matty," she sighed as I moved, kissing her through the fabric covering her heated skin. It was already wet, and I closed my eyes, fighting the need to yank them away and bury myself inside her until neither of us could see straight.
"Christ," I whispered. The pull was too strong and as much as I wanted to tease her, I couldn't help myself. I pulled the thin fabric to the side and plunged my tongue into her sweet, wet folds, tasting and lapping at her. Drinking in the way she arched against my touch.
I ran my tongue over the length of her slit, gaze locked on her beautiful face, watching the way her lips formed an “o” as she strained against me. The way her eyelashes fluttered when my tongue massaged her clit.
"God, you're gorgeous," I ground out, before dropping one last kiss to her center and rolling away from her to stand.
I pulled off my pants so quick, it was a miracle I didn’t rip them in the process. When I was completely naked, I held out a hand to her. “Stand up.”
She swung her legs off the bed and stood.
“I told you I was going to see every inch of you and I meant it.” I pulled her shirt over her head and then made quick work of her bra and panties, letting them drop on the floor between us with a soft rustle.
My pulse hammered and I swallowed hard. “I was starting to think my memory must be skewed.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, arching a questioning brow.
“I thought, after not being with you for so long, maybe I’d imagined how gorgeous you looked naked. Like maybe it was some of the fantasy mixed with reality.” I shook my head and gave her a grim smile. “It’s not. You look just like I remember. Perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and I cupped her hips in my hands, pulling her toward me with one swift move. Just feeling her skin against mine made me harder than a baseball bat, and I knew that if I didn’t have her soon, I might seriously drop dead from lack of blood flow to the brain.
"Kiss me."
It was practically a whisper, but it shot through me like a dart, and my heart thundered. I crushed her lips to mine and moved her backward toward the bed, savoring the feel of every inch of her skin as it heated against my touch. Her nails scraped down my back and I took the
"Not tonight, Red. Get on the bed."
"I thought this was about what I wanted." She cocked an eyebrow, but got on the bed all the same.
I didn’t have the wherewithal to argue. Between the blood pounding in my ears and the pulse in my groin, it was a miracle I could still breathe, let alone speak. That didn’t mean she was going to get her way in this, though. Maybe I had misspoken.
I was going to give her some of what she wanted.
But I was going to give her everything she needed.
I lowered myself onto the bed, half-covering her body with mine. Heart in my throat, I lifted her shirt to run my tongue over the tender skin around her belly button, teasing just above the hem of her low-cut jeans until her back arched at every tiny movement. All the while, I caressed her ribcage with my calloused fingertips before sliding beneath her bra to cup each breast in turn.
She moaned my name and I closed my eyes, trying to bottle the sound so I could keep it with me always. I needed to hear her say it again. To make her keep saying it so that I could play it like a record on repeat for the rest of the time we’d have apart.
I plucked at her hard nipples and she groaned, wriggling in an effort to take off her shirt but I shook my head.
“When I take off your clothes, I’m going to take in every inch of you until it’s burned into my memory.”
She released her shirt without complaint and stared as I tugged the black jeans over her hips. I tossed them aside and leaned back to look at her. A pale blue scrap of lace covered her and I dropped my head low to kiss her pubic bone beneath it.
"Matty," she sighed as I moved, kissing her through the fabric covering her heated skin. It was already wet, and I closed my eyes, fighting the need to yank them away and bury myself inside her until neither of us could see straight.
"Christ," I whispered. The pull was too strong and as much as I wanted to tease her, I couldn't help myself. I pulled the thin fabric to the side and plunged my tongue into her sweet, wet folds, tasting and lapping at her. Drinking in the way she arched against my touch.
I ran my tongue over the length of her slit, gaze locked on her beautiful face, watching the way her lips formed an “o” as she strained against me. The way her eyelashes fluttered when my tongue massaged her clit.
"God, you're gorgeous," I ground out, before dropping one last kiss to her center and rolling away from her to stand.
I pulled off my pants so quick, it was a miracle I didn’t rip them in the process. When I was completely naked, I held out a hand to her. “Stand up.”
She swung her legs off the bed and stood.
“I told you I was going to see every inch of you and I meant it.” I pulled her shirt over her head and then made quick work of her bra and panties, letting them drop on the floor between us with a soft rustle.
My pulse hammered and I swallowed hard. “I was starting to think my memory must be skewed.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, arching a questioning brow.
“I thought, after not being with you for so long, maybe I’d imagined how gorgeous you looked naked. Like maybe it was some of the fantasy mixed with reality.” I shook my head and gave her a grim smile. “It’s not. You look just like I remember. Perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and I cupped her hips in my hands, pulling her toward me with one swift move. Just feeling her skin against mine made me harder than a baseball bat, and I knew that if I didn’t have her soon, I might seriously drop dead from lack of blood flow to the brain.
"Kiss me."
It was practically a whisper, but it shot through me like a dart, and my heart thundered. I crushed her lips to mine and moved her backward toward the bed, savoring the feel of every inch of her skin as it heated against my touch. Her nails scraped down my back and I took the
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