Force of Forever (All In #0.5)

“I’ll show you.”

Pia could only nod.

“Can you please get rid of that dress?”

Matt hadn’t moved, but his increased intensity could be felt across the room.

The dress harkened back to the early days of airline travel, with a snug sixties look and buttons all the way from sternum to hem. Pia released each button without taking her eyes off Matt. She couldn’t help but smile at his obvious fidgeting. The man so clearly wanted her.

She also knew his kindness, his care all evening, had been sincere. Yes, Matt was going to ruin her in wonderful ways tonight, but he’d make sure she was right along with him while he tore down and remade her world.

That’s why Pia felt no fear when she stepped out of her dress in nothing but an admittedly basic black bra and panties. Her new rule in life would be to choose undergarments each day as if a billionaire would later be peeling them off.

Matt pressed his fist against his mouth, his gaze begging for both more and less.

Pia chuckled, reading his expression. “Why are you way over there if you want to touch me so badly?”

He shook his head. “I think I might be in cardiac arrest.”

Pia’s heart swelled. Her body was nothing special, more ass than boobs, though not much of either. Her face and hair grabbed attention when she put in the effort. Matt was acting like she was the most stunning creature on earth.

She reached back to pull her hair out of its ballerina bun. It would be a mess of kinks from being up all day, but she didn’t care. Matt wouldn’t, either. She shook out the black tresses and ran her fingers through the strands to fix any tangles.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Matt was on his feet and within seconds, on her. There was no crash, only reverent hands charting her skin.

“Finally,” she teased, echoing him from earlier, as she arched into his wandering fingers.

“Decided I’d rather die from touching you than not.”

“So dramatic.” But Pia loved how besotted he seemed.

“So beautiful, Pia. So, so beautiful.”

She cupped his cheek. A storm was ready to break in his ocean eyes. In moments, she’d know those smooth lips as well as her own. She dragged her fingers through the gold-flecked stubble on his cheek, then up into his tousled hair. His eyes closed as he leaned in and his chest rumbled against hers, almost like he was purring.

“That’s what I see, too. You’re beautiful, Matt.”

His eyes opened, and he tipped his head to the right. “Guest room is down that way. My cousin Quinn uses it when she thinks she’s running away. You’d get a solid night’s sleep in there.” He paused, searching her face, before nodding toward the hallway behind him. “And that way is my room, where you won’t sleep at all.”

Pia tapped her lip, pretending to ponder. Then she poked him on the tip of his upturned nose. “Good thing I’m not tired.”

She shrieked as he swept her up into his arms much like a groom would a bride. His sweater felt fuzzy-soft against her side, but he needed to ditch the clothes already. She was practically nude and he looked like he just came from the office.

His smell and labored breaths filled her senses as he carried her down the hall, footsteps echoing on the parquet floor.

He pushed open the door that marked his bedroom. Pia registered black, minimalist furniture and a lack of decor before Matt set her down on the edge of his massive bed. Her hands spread over decadent, silky fabric, but the only texture she was interested in was his skin.

“Strip,” she commanded.

That smirk. She wondered if that was the look he’d give her from between her legs. She let them fall apart, a bold move that turned her on just as much as it did him.

Matt’s fingers fumbled on his belt. There was no smirk, only promises, when he said, “Keep teasing me, Pia, and see what happens.”

She spread her legs wider and trailed her fingers up both thighs for good measure. Matt actually growled. He wasn’t graceful when removing his pants and sweater. Both ended up in a pile on the floor within seconds. Pia sucked in a breath as he stalked toward her. Her gaze settled on his bare torso, all gentle sculpting and swaths of golden hair. He didn’t stop moving when her hand met his firm stomach. No, he pushed right into her, snatching her wrist and pressing her back into the bed with the weight of his warm body. His lips crashed onto hers. Pia’s tongue sought his, and she could not keep her moans to herself. The deeper she kissed him, the tighter he gripped the wrist above her head. His knees caged her hips, every move dragging his hardness across her center.

No way would Pia be the same after this night.

She dragged the nails on her free hand down his back, intent on branding his skin like his body was invisibly, indelibly marking hers.