"You're so fucking sexy," he said, and then laid her on the bed as gently as he could.
She still bounced when her body met the springs, and her breasts moved with every bounce, enhancing the already incredible view of her cleavage.
Fuck me.
She was staring up at him, her mouth red and swollen from the intensity of his kiss. Another rush of blood surged to his cock when he thought of exactly how red and pouty her lips might get if she took him into her mouth. He could twine his fingers between those strands of soft hair and guide her up and down, up and down...
He slammed the door shut, never taking his eyes from Shay's greedy, desperate expression.
How many times had he secretly imagined her like this?
Never, he supposed. Because in his fantasies, she was always splayed out so he could see every inch of her perfect body, and she was never, ever wearing anything at all.
"What are we—?" she asked, and his heart panged. The hunger in her eyes was dulling, and he knew if he didn't act now—and fast—she'd be gone. She'd think better of it.
He just had to make sure she didn't.
He pulled his shirt over his head, and her jaw ticked before she swallowed hard. "Wow," she said, and he looked down at himself quickly before crossing the room to join her in the bed.
"It's only fair that we match, don't you think?" he asked, and then, placing himself between the slight part of her supple thighs, he slid his hand over her stomach and pulled up until she lifted her arms and he had a full view of her creamy flat stomach and her emerald lace bra.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you wore that for me. I can't wait to find out if your panties match." He flicked his wrist, and then she was laid bare to him, the bra falling to the floor alongside her shirt.
God, she was gorgeous. It was impossible to decide whether to stare at her stunning, dark eyes or the full swell of her breasts. The tight peaks of her pink nipples.
He took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the little circle before flicking it over the tip over and over again. She arched beneath his touch, inviting him again, and he grabbed a lock of her hair and tugged until—
"Matt, God." It was breathy and needy and everything a woman's voice should be, and in that moment, he knew he'd never wanted anyone more than he wanted Shay Meyers.
Still, he couldn't give in. There was beyond enough reason to think that, given her way, Shay was going to change her mind. Hell, for all he knew, she might alter her choice in the next five seconds. But if she didn't? He wanted to get to know as much of her body as he could. To explore her. To taste her.
To fulfill her.
He released her nipple with a little pop, and she groaned again before he raked his nails under the curve of her breast.
When she shivered, it was like winning the goddamn World Series.
He sucked the other nipple harder and then backed away, blowing hot air and then cool air until her shivering become writhing, and her writhing became something like bucking. She gripped his shoulders, trying to pull her to his mouth again, but he wouldn't allow it. Not until he was done.
"I need, I need," she moaned, but that was as far as she could manage. He smiled and then ran his nails down either side of her ribs as she shook again and spread her knees wider for him. When she did, he finally had his answer—the panties were the exact same shade of scarlet. Sexy as hell.
"I know what you need," he said at last, and then he slid her skirt and panties down in one move until she was just as he'd imagined her. Except she was so much better. Her breasts were fuller, her stomach was flatter, and her pussy...
"Fuck," he murmured.
It was the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen, pink and shining with her need. Her clit was swollen and ready for him. All he had to do was duck his head, and she'd be there, all his.
"What's wrong?" she asked, and when he looked up at her face, all he could do was dive for her mouth and grind his hard cock against her slick center.
"Ah, ah," she murmured while he moved. "Please."
He dropped between her legs and licked the space there so greedily that he had to hold her thighs in place to keep her from bucking against his mouth.
"Matt, Matt, God," she moaned, and with every moan, he swirled his tongue around her clit, rewarding her.
He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and closed his eyes to keep himself from exploding. Not only did she have the most gorgeous pussy he'd ever seen, but she was so tight that he could hardly move. God, what would his cock feel like inside her as she ached and quaked around him? Another rush of need shot through him at the thought alone.
"I want you to fuck me. I need you to," she said, and her voice shook with every word.