Force of Forever (All In #0.5)

He stopped kissing her, instead panting against her lips and leaning into the pain on his back. One flick of his hips had Pia gasping against his mouth. He was huge, and so hard.

He released her wrist and stood. Pia wiggled her hand a few times to get the blood flowing through. She’d need both hands for what she had planned for the perfect man in front of her. But in seconds, he became the man behind her. Matt had flipped her onto her stomach with one deft move.

“Knees.”

Pia obeyed.

His next order was grated out in French. She glanced over her shoulder. He was made of fire. Nothing but skin, a slip of fabric, and fire. “I don’t know what that means.”

He shook his head slightly, as if in apology. “You drive me mad, Pia. Utterly fucking insane. Know what I’m thinking?”

She didn’t want to guess. She wanted to hear every word from those smooth lips.

He joined her on the bed, his chest and hips flush against her back. She couldn’t help that her body automatically curled into his. His words brushed against her hair. “I’m thinking that if your mouth tastes like heaven, the rest of you must as well.” Pia exhaled. “Shall we find out?”

She nodded.

Matt removed her panties with gentle fingers. Then he took her bra, adding it to the pile on his floor. Pia’s breaths kept getting stuck in her throat. She was bare to him now. Nothing between them but his boxer-briefs and a bit of patience.

His lips found the back of her neck. His hand moved up her stomach, flattening against her heart. He kept inhaling the scent of her hair, deep breaths that tickled her back with the crisp hair of his chest. His free hand tangled in her tresses, tugging in time with the kisses he mapped across her shoulder.

“Hands on the bed,” he commanded in a whisper.

Stomach clenching, Pia dropped down to all fours and gripped the silky bedspread as he skimmed down both sides to her ass. When his tongue connected with her core, she threw her head back and screamed.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “Heaven.” Then he bit one cheek and went back to working her with his tongue from behind.

Words flowed from her mouth. Heartbeats counted seconds or minutes or hours of pleasure. Pia didn’t even know what plane of existence she lived on. Especially when his fingers found her nipples, or brushed against her clit. And then he flipped her onto her back and yanked her toward him in a move so dominant, so focused, she almost fractured.

But then he kissed her, heavy and hot, and called her back to him like a lighthouse in a storm.

“Pia?”

“Mm?” she answered against his mouth.

“Are you ready to come apart?” His teeth grazed her bottom lip.

Pia whimpered. She tasted his tongue and rocked against his hips. Raw flesh against pleasure contained. “No. Not until you’re naked.”

His dark chuckle vibrated against her chest. Matt sat back, smoke-blue eyes searing her skin as he slipped his briefs down his long legs.

“Better,” she breathed. She allowed herself a long, lingering look at his nude form. His cock twitched under her gaze.

“Soon, very soon, I’m going to sink inside you and fuck you until we both break.”

Then his mouth closed over her nipple, and Pia left the earth once again.

9

The salt and scent of her skin had Matt seeing stars.

Fuck, she was perfect.

Pia clawed at his shoulders as she unraveled in whimpers and want. His fingers spread her wetness around as he feasted on her breasts. He hadn’t dared feel inside her yet. Matt was ready to explode, had been primed all damn day, and he had plans—many, many plans—for the luscious body under him.

He tasted her smooth stomach next. Lower and lower, until his tongue met sweet, swollen flesh. His hands shoved her knees toward the bed, opening her wide. He felt the skin of his back give under her nails. The primal knife-edge of pleasure and pain tore through his body. He punished her with his mouth.

Her desperate sounds ripped at the fraying edges of his patience. So he went harder.