Page 34 of Breaking Bristol
“I’m not most women.”
“No, you most definitely are not.” He shifted his feet. “I’d hand these to you, but I’m so hard right now I’m afraid the zipper’s gonna break on my jeans. I don’t want to give everyone a show of what belongs to you.”
The flutter in my belly floated down and settled between my thighs. Taking a deep, calming breath, I unlocked my car. “Follow me.”
I maintained my speed all the way home because I didn’t want to crash and die without feeling him inside me again. But the drive felt interminable. When I finally arrived at the cabin, I parked crooked, and my fingers were shaky when I opened my door.
My bra was the only thing left on me when he barged in. Matthew saw me nearly naked and dropped the flowers to the floor, then yanked off his flannel. He kicked the door shut and pulled his tee off over his head, the hat going with it, and as he prowled toward me, he undid his belt and jeans. “Where do you want it?”
I glanced around for the closest surface and hopped up on the kitchen counter, spreading my legs just in time for him to thrust inside. “God.” I scratched my nails down his back.
“No, baby. Just me.”
“You feel so amazing, so, so, so damn good,” I moaned.
“Not as good as you.” He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me to the edge, then fucked me harder, deeper. “Missed this pussy. Missed you.”
I wanted to turn him on more, but my orgasm was fast approaching, and I threw my head back as I came, my thighs shaking, walls trembling around his perfect dick.
“Can’t…hold back.” He grabbed my hips with both hands and held me still while thrusting three, four, five times, then groaned as he shot inside me. Matthew dropped his head to my chest, and I ran my fingers through his hair. His back moved as he caught his breath, and I admired the damp muscles and the red lines left behind by my nails.
The marks made me spasm around his softening cock, and he pushed in with a pained grunt. “Jesus.” He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
He tucked a damp lock of hair behind my ear. “You sure? I was rough.”
“I know, I liked it.”
He slid out and I marveled at how big he still was. He lifted my chin with his finger and smirked. “You keep lookin’ at it like that and I’m just going to fuck you all night.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Bristol, sweetheart.” He rubbed my lips with his thumb. “I’ve got us reservations.”
“Where?” I asked.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
He brought me to my feet and cupped my face, then kissed me softly. “On what you want to do. I’ve got reservations at Ala Merlot, a nice steak and wine restaurant. Or I have tickets to the dinner theater that’s playing some girly love movie.”
“You just assumed I’d say yes to either one of those?”
“I hoped,” he replied with a sexy grin.
“You bought tickets to a movie that I might not want to see?”
He bobbed his head. “Yeah.”
“You’re really good at this romance stuff, you know.” I’d never been with a man who was so thoughtful, who made as much of an effort as Matthew. I was beginning to feel guilty that he didn’t know the truth about what had brought me to Warrenville.
I was justifying it every which way I could, blaming it on not trusting him or not knowing how far our relationship would go. Or even that if I told him he’d want to take control and make decisions about what I should do. I also blamed it on the fact that he hadn’t told me about his past, so I wasn’t going to tell him about mine, knowing how immature that was. Deep down, I think I was in denial because I was afraid if he knew about my baggage, he wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. And I wasn’t ready to lose him… I didn’t know if I’d ever be.
Maybe it was selfish, but I would keep him in the dark as long as I could because maybe he’d fall in love with me and wouldn’t be able to let me go, no matter what.
His throat worked as he swallowed. “Making you happy is all I care about, so if you like this romance stuff, then I’ll keep doing it.”