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CHAPTER 24

Zoey

W hen I come out of the shower wrapped in a towel, Matt is perched on the edge of his bed with head in his hands. When he looks up at me, a pained look crosses his face.

“Fucking hell, Zo.”

I walk closer to him, stepping between his legs, satisfied by the reaction I get from him. His hands find my hips as his eyes slowly trace up my body until he meets my gaze.

“You’re killing me. You’re such a fucking tease.”

I lean over him, dusting my lips over his, and when he goes to kiss me, I pull back. “I promise it will all be worth the wait.”

“You’re worth everything, Zo.”

His words hit me, and I stare at him before tightening the towel around myself and taking a step back. “We should get some sleep,” I say, and Matt nods, handing me a fresh set of his clothes to change into.

He heads to the shower and leaves me to lie in his bed as the heaviness of his words really sink in. Saying that I’m worth everything is a huge declaration, one I was not expecting, but it also makes me think maybe he’s ready to step away from his playboy ways. I’m not going to just have sex with him. If he wants it, he has to earn it. Prove to me this isn’t just some quick fuck.

Even without us having sex, I know there’s a conversation I need to have. I grab my phone, sending a quick text before settling back under the covers.

When he comes out of the shower, he’s already changed into pyjamas. He climbs into bed beside me, and I curl into his side, flinging a leg over his as his fingers run through my hair. Despite everything going through my mind, being this close to Matt and the feeling of his fingers in my hair have me drifting off quickly.

I’m the first to wake up this morning, and I take the opportunity to take Matt in. He looks so peaceful with a small smile as he sleeps. He must have gotten hot at some point in the middle of the night, because he’s now shirtless under me. I allow my eyes to eat up every inch of him.

Matt’s fit. Not in a ripped with a six-pack kind of way, but rather one that tells you he takes care of himself and exercises, but also enjoys having fun and doesn’t count his calories and carbs. He’s got a softness to his stomach I absolutely love.

As my eyes travel farther down, I see his erection. I noticed it yesterday, too, but didn’t want to say anything. This morning, I find myself staring at it unabashedly. As much as I want to make him work for sex, I also really want to know what it would be like to be with Matt.

“Zo, you can’t stare at it like that. That’s so unfair.”

I look up at him through my lashes. “Like what?”

He rolls us, and I giggle as he hovers over me. I squeeze my legs together, fighting the ache growing between them. “Like you want to know what it would be like to have my cock in your mouth or how good it would feel to have it stretching your tight little cunt as I take you fast and hard.”

“And what if I was thinking how good it would be to have you handcuffed to this bed as I rode your face and cock until I come so hard I can’t walk after?”

He drops his head to my shoulder and groans.

I reach between us and run a finger over his shorts-clad cock, and his hips jerk. “You might want to go take care of your problem.”

He pushes up until he’s hovering over me again, raising a brow. “Did you really just tell me to go jerk off?”

I nod. “Yup, because I’m not helping.” I lean up and kiss him before sliding out from under him and heading towards the kitchen, stopping just before I leave his room and look over my shoulder. “Just make sure it’s my name you say when you finish.”

I prep the coffee pot and turn it on before grabbing eggs out of the fridge and getting to work on making some breakfast. As I’m taking the eggs off the stove, I hear Matt call my name, and the grin that splits across my face is so wide my cheeks hurt.

When Matt emerges from his room, he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and he cages me against the counter.

“How was it?” I ask.

He reaches up and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Not as good as it would have been if it was your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, or if I got to see just how wet you were for me.”

His lips find my neck, and I lean to the side, granting him more access as I squeeze my thighs again.

“Just know all your teasing is going to make it all the more sweeter when I actually get to fuck you and watch you come undone as you call my name over and over. And you best beware that when I finally get to have you, it won’t be a one-time thing. And when I’m done with you, I’ll have you begging for more, and I may just tease you the same way, making you wait until you can have more.”

I swallow and pull my shoulders back. “Oh, Matthew, once you get a taste, you won’t be holding out on me.”

He grips my jaw and looks me in the eye. His gaze is molten. “Is that a threat?”

I go up on my tiptoes and whisper over his lips, “A promise.”

His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss, and I kiss him back just as fervently. His hands find my ass, and he lifts me onto the counter. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in closer. I run my hands over his naked chest, enjoying the way he reacts to my touch.

His lips leave mine and nip at my jaw. “Fuck, you’re going to make me need a cold shower.”

“Good,” I murmur.

His thumb finds my bare skin under the hem of his T-shirt I’m wearing, and I reach between us, grabbing the hem. I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor beside him. “We’re not having sex, but I need your lips on me.”

“Fuck.” He groans before his lips find the tops of my breasts as he lathers them with kisses.

“Matt.”

He doesn’t stop. His hands join in his efforts, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples through the lace of my bra.

“Yes,” I moan.

“You’re a fucking gorgeous sight,” he says.

I roll my hips and grind against him, and he rolls his into me. The moan that leaves me is absolutely feral. It only seems to spur him on as he does it again, but now his mouth has found my nipple through my bra and his tongue is flicking it and his teeth are pulling at it gently. His right hand continues to roll my other nipple, and my hand comes to his hair.

“Yes, Matt. Yes.”

He grins against me as he pushes his erection into my centre, somehow finding the spot that aches for him the most. When I grip his arm and my nails dig in, it’s like he takes that as his signal to not be gentle with me. He bites my nipple, and I fall back on the counter, panting. He grips my hips and pulls me further to the edge of the counter. His hand finds my hair as he pulls me up against him and kisses me. He kisses me as though he’s trying to consume me, and fuck if I don’t let him. I’m wrung so tight that I hand him complete control.

“Matt,” I pant. “I want to come.”

He pulls back and grins. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

I need to come so badly that I’m not putting up with bullshit right now. My chest is still heaving as I say, “You can either help me, or you can stand there and watch as I get myself off.” My hand snakes down my stomach and between my legs, but he grips my wrist stopping my movements.

“Don’t you even think about it. I got you here, I’ll be the one to make you come,” he grits.

“Then make me come.”

His mouth latches onto my nipple again, and he pinches the other as he rolls his hips into me. My eyes are trying to roll into the back of head, because holy hell, I feel Matt everywhere.

He removes his mouth from my nipple and looks at me. “Can you be a good girl and come like this?”

I bite my lip and nod. He leans forward, his teeth grabbing my nipple as he holds eye contact with me, and pulls. I’m sent over the edge, my arms that were holding me up nearly giving out. I call out his name as my orgasm tears through me.

Oh my God. I don’t think I’ve ever come while still fully clothed on my lower half.

When I’ve finally collected myself and can sit up on my own, Matt’s looking at me with a devilish grin. I just gave him a ton of control and power, but I’m not letting him keep all of it. With a matching grin, I reach between us and grip him through his shorts, giving him a long stroke. His grin falls away as he leans forward, bracing himself against the counter on each side of me.

I lean in until my lips are by his ear and whisper, “Are you going to be a good boy and come for me?”

He drops his head to my shoulder, and I tighten my grip. “Whatever you want, Zoey.”

I grin at the feeling of power and control I have right now. Matt bucks into my hand, bringing himself closer to the edge as he moans into my shoulder.

“Come for me, Matt. Come in your shorts like a good boy.”

Two more strokes, and he’s groaning, “Fuck,” nice and loud into my shoulder as his knees try to give out, sending me over the moon with pleasure. I just brought Matthew Carter to his fucking knees.

When he finally catches his breath, he takes me by surprise and kisses me like I’m the air he needs to survive. I take from him as much as I give. The kiss eventually goes from hungry to more intimate, and my skin feels like tiny little needles are under it as it heats. Matt strokes my jaw with his thumb as he places soft little pecks on my lips.

When he pulls back, he stares into my eyes, his expression soft, but there’s something else I can’t pinpoint. I lean my face into his hand as he continues to stroke my cheek.

He clears his throat and says, “I, uh, I should go shower and change.”

I nod. “Breakfast is done when you get back.”

He nods, and I watch his back as he makes his way into the bedroom. My heart is racing as I duck my head. What the hell just happened? I never planned for this. A heavy make out session, maybe. Letting Matt make me come and making him come, no. No matter how much I think about it, I can’t find any part of me that regrets it, though. He respected my boundary of not taking it any further, and that only goes to make me feel safer with him.

I shuffle off the counter and grab the food and take it to the dining table. When Matt joins me again, as soon as he sits down, he pulls my chair closer same as he did yesterday and runs his thumb over my knee. The little touches from Matt have butterflies filling my stomach in a way I’ve never experienced. I’ve been in relationships before, but never had I felt this way especially so early in a relationship. I don’t even know what Matt and I are, but I do know I want to explore it. I want to see what this could grow into. I also know I need to be clear with Matt about what I’m looking for.

When I finish my food, I push my plate forward and turn to face him, adjusting myself so I’m sitting with legs crossed under me. Matt places his fork on his plate and gives me his full attention.

“What’s up?” he asks, and I raise a brow. He gestures at me. “I can tell you want to talk about something, so what’s up?”

“I know I probably should have said something before we”—I look to the kitchen, feeling my cheeks heat, and then back at him—“did what we did, but I need to be clear with you.”

“We’re exclusive,” he says, and my jaw drops before I quickly recover, closing my mouth and giving my head a shake. “Zo, I know you’re not one for a fling, and that’s not what I want with you. I wouldn’t have asked you out if I wasn’t serious about giving this a shot. About seeing what we can be. So, yes, you and I are exclusive. Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

He picks up his fork and takes another bite of eggs while I continue to stare at him, not sure how he was able to read my mind like that, but also noticing how the butterflies grow because he was able to do that so easily.

“Ummm, yeah.”

“Good.” He grabs both of our plates and pushes up from his chair, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Thanks for breakfast,” he says before he makes his way into the kitchen.

“I should change and head out, you’ve got to leave soon to grab Jayden.”

“I’ll give you ride home.”

“I’m not going home.”

He turns and raises a brow.

“I’m heading to Liv’s.”

“Okay, I can still drop you off on my way to my parents. If you need a ride after, just let me know and I’ll pick you up.”

I shake my head, even though the corner of my lips turns up. “I can get myself home.”

He walks towards me, stopping in front of my chair and tipping my head back with his fingers under my chin. “I know you can, but I also know your car is at Henry’s and I want to make sure you get home safe.”

He kisses me, and I smile against his lips.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Call me anyways.”

“Okay.”

One last peck and then he steps back, allowing me to get up. I head into his bedroom and change into the clothes I wore on our date and throw my hair up into a ponytail. When I head back into the living room, Matt stares at me as I make my way to the front door and slip my boots on and zip them up. When I finish and face him, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him, my hands finding his chest.

“Did I tell you how fucking good you look in this?”

I nod and grin. “You did.”

“Good, I’m going to say it again, you look hot in this.”

“Why thank you. We should get going.”

“I wish we had more time.” He pouts.

I chuckle. “Matt, we’re going to see each other in the morning.”

“Not soon enough, Bug.”

I pat his chest. “You’re a big boy, you’ll survive.”

I step out of his arms and grab my purse, and he sticks out his lip. All I can do is laugh as I open the door and head for the elevators. Matt eventually follows me and locks the front door.