Force of Forever (All In #0.5)

She released his mouth with a moan. “I missed you.” She flashed what Matt recognized as her teasing grin. “And thinking about all the places we can do it in this house has me like sixty percent convinced that moving in together might not be so crazy.”

“Mmm,” he said against her lips. “Sounds like you still need some convincing.” He palmed her ass.Merde, he’d missed her body. Her smell. Her abandon.

“I do,” she agreed, nipping at his bottom lip.

Matt groaned. He had not expected this kind of fire or forgiveness. “Why don’t we start with the kitchen?” he suggested. “Let me make up that forty percent.”

“I’ve never had make-up sex before. Or kitchen sex.”

This encounter would be both. But for Matt—and Pia, he suspected—it would be more. Christening their new home would be yet another step toward fusing their future.

He snagged her hand to lead her inside, where he lifted her onto the counter with ease. His shirt was off in record time, Pia’s panties and shoes discarded. Her pink sundress gave Matt all the access he needed as he crouched in front of her.

He lifted heated eyes to hers. “We’re really doing this? Us?”

Her glare incinerated him. “And you call me a devil? What a time to ask that question. Yes, Matt. We’re giving the couple thing a go. Our way. Now, get—”

Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, Matt buried his head between her thighs. Her hand flexed in his hair as she cried out his name.

He chuckled darkly into her folds, savoring the sweetness he’d been craving for months. He gripped her thighs and brought her closer to the edge, causing her back to arch. He licked without mercy. Pia met his lack of restraint with her own, grinding into his face in a steady rhythm. Very quickly, she broke, sending her cries floating out the open windows. Matt tortured her a bit further by dragging himself away from her center at a slow pace that suited him more than her.

“More,” she demanded, breathless, after he’d straightened. “I need you. I need to be reminded how right we are.”

Matt wiped a hand across his mouth and smiled as he stepped out of his remaining clothes. He pulled her off the counter onto her feet and yanked off her dress, dropping it on the floor. He pushed her backward until they were in front of the closest window overlooking the waves. Wild is how he liked him and Pia best.

“Turn around,ma belle. Hands on the windowsill.”

Panting and grinning, she complied.

Matt almost came just from drinking in Pia’s body on display like that, wet and willing and waiting. He ran his hands up and down her lithe brown body. He buried his face in her hair from behind while fingering her peaked nipples. Her perfect backside rubbed against his hardness in delicious, dangerous ways.

“I love every inch of you,” he said with his lips against her spine. He pinched a nipple to punctuate his point. He left her sensitive, swollen clit alone. She arched her back with a whimper at his touch. “And I loveyou.”

Matt tore his hand away to grip his shaft. In seconds, he was buried inside tight, wet heat that ripped a shout from his throat. Fuck, he was home.

He didn’t go slow. He wasn’t gentle. He fucked Pia hard so he could fall in love again with the way her body moved, revel in her sharp inhales, burn from the smolders she threw over her shoulder. Her walls were strangling him, drawing him to places deep inside.

“There,” she crooned. “Right there.”

Grinning at his little devil, Matt increased his pace. He devoted one hand to her nipples and gripped her hip with the other. When she clamped down on his cock as she came, Matt was done. Totally fucking gone. He roared as he emptied into her in an endless orgasm that traveled his body like light through space.

He collapsed against her, empty of breath and full of gratitude. “I never want to stop touching you,” he breathed.

“You don’t have to,” she panted back. “We only christened one room. How many more are there?”

“Ten, not including outdoor spaces.”

Pia chuckled, laying her head on her forearms on the windowsill. “We’re gonna get so dirty in here. I can’t wait.”

“Me, either.”

He cleaned her up with his undershirt, then helped her get dressed. They toured the rest of the rooms, discussing plans and furniture. They explored more of the lush courtyard and patios, then he led her back to the kitchen.

“I’ve got something that might make the next few conversations with your parents easier,” he confessed. “Part three of my apology.”

“Oh? I thought that hot-as-heck make-up sex was part three.”

Matt chuckled. For as life-changing as the sex had felt, it could have been.