Page 7 of Saving Grace
“Honestly. I don’t know,” Matt admitted. He didn’t like the way things ended last night. Somehow, he had to know they would be okay, even as friends. With benefits, of course. First, he had to know about Troy. But deep down, he knew it didn’t matter. He’d erase that man out of her system by fucking the shit out of her. “Can I see you tonight?”
“Look, Matt. I accept your apology, but …” her eyes darted to the side, avoiding his. “I’m with Troy.”
A surge of fury blinded all reason as something snapped inside him. Before he could second guess his actions, he crowded her against the desk, planting each hand on either side of her, caging her in.
“What the—? Stand the hell back.” Her attempts to push against him might as well have been an ant pushing a boulder.
“Do you scream his name when he fucks you, Grace?” Matt snarled against her lips. “Don’t roll your eyes at me!” He pressed the growing bulge in his jeans against her hips. This woman aroused and infuriated him at the same time. “Do you?”
“Enough with this possessive bullshit. You have no right!” Grace whisper-yelled. “You walked out on me, remember?”
“And you walked right into another man’s bed.”
“Am I stopping you from fucking another woman? Clearly, we have no rights on each other. We were a one-night stand. You made sure of that.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not how it works. You don’t dictate when you’re on or off. I’ve had enough of your mixed signals.”
“Answer the question.” He lowered his voice at the same time his hand snaked under her skirt, cupping the heat between her legs. The smoldering in her eyes was not from anger. She was aroused despite the fury in her words.
Grace inhaled sharply. “Matt, stop.”
That inhale right then confirmed his suspicions.
“Does he make you come like I do?” he rasped against her ear, pressing his advantage. He tugged her tights halfway down and circled her sensitive flesh with his fingers. “Wet.” He sunk one finger in as she convulsed against him, relishing the moist heat that coated his finger. “And so responsive.”
“Oh, God!” Her controlled moan belied the death grip she had on his leather jacket. He thrust a second finger, groaning as he remembered how her tight silky cunt had sheathed his cock the other night.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked in a pained whisper. Even in her state of arousal, she continued to fight him. Stubborn woman. Whatever. He knew how to bend her body to his will.
“Imagine my mouth fucking you, babe.” His thumb kept pressure on her clit as he pumped his fingers inside her. “Remember how hungry you were for my cock. I was already buried so deep and yet you asked me to fuck you harder.” He grazed her chin with his teeth, satisfied when her body shuddered in response. “I own this.” He withdrew his fingers and cupped her pussy.
Her glazed green eyes glared at him.
“What’s the matter, babe? You were expecting to finish?”
“You’re an ass,” she hissed even as she shamelessly rubbed her pussy against the heel of his hand. His greedy firebrand.
“Ah-ah,” Matt admonished with amusement. “You will not self-satisfy.” Yep, he was in control of this. He wanted to punish her for making him feel like killing another man for fucking her.
He was going to finish her off by eating her out.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her on the desk, ignoring her gasp of outrage as he shoved up her skirt. She tried to kick him. He laughed as he caught her leg and yanked her forward causing her to fall back across the table.
“Are you crazy?” she shrieked.
She made him crazy. He pulled the switchblade he kept in his jacket’s secret pocket.
“Matt?” There was fear in her voice.
“Never be afraid of me,” he muttered as he sliced through the crotch of her tights.
“Youarecrazy.”
“Crazy for your taste,” he murmured before burying his face between her legs. He groaned as her wet hit his tongue. The smell of her arousal placated the jealous beast raging inside him.
Jealous?