“Don’t worry,” I tease. “I’m fantasizing about you.”
“Yeah? Well, tell me about it so I can make it good for you.”
And I realize one of the reasons I’m so willing to forgive him is because he does take all of the risk. There’s no shame in telling him what I want, because he wants it, too.
He is really in tome. Into us.
“I was thinking how this position makes me imagine Hot Cop Matty. Didn’t you say you wanted to be in the FBI?” He told me that after we went sledding, when we were talking about after the NFL and what else he’d do besides his Instagrammable tea parties.
He chuckles low and I feel it in my tummy. “What am I investigating?”
“Um, theft of state secrets.” I pluck something random out of the air.
“Alright, Miss Watson, I’m going to have to search you now. Don’t move.”
I wiggle my butt. “Shouldn’t a lady agent be doing this?”
He smacks me lightly. “You want to go to prison? Or do you want to make this problem go away?”
“Go away,” I say with a forced tremble in my voice.
He slides down to his knees. “Then you’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it, aren’t you?”
This time when I speak, the quaver is entirely real. “Yes.”
He pushes my legs even wider apart. “Then you have to stay real still and real quiet while I eat your *. Otherwise, my partner’s going to hear you.” He leans forward and rubs his tongue along my entire sex. “And if he hears you, he’s going to come into this room and then I’m going to have to share you. I don’t want that, do you?”
I gulp. “No.”
“And if you’re not quiet and you’re not still, I’m going to come in my pants. We both know you want me in your mouth, don’t you?” He licks me again and again and again. I shove my face into the comforter and pant. Yes, God, yes, I want him in my mouth again. The heavy weight of him on my tongue, the way he looks at me like I’m the only light in a dark place, the way he moans and groans and jacks helplessly as I drive him completely and utterly out of his mind.
“Yes.”
“Then take your punishment like a good little girl.”
I’ll do the best that I can, Officer. I swear it.
* * *
“I need to go.” Reluctantly, I untangle myself from Matty’s embrace. The clock says the sun will be rising soon and I should get home. I’ve spent too much time with Matty this past week. This is going to be a tough day for Ace. As soon as Remington Barr announces his intentions to come to Western, Ace will be inundated with questions, and even though we haven’t talked much lately, I don’t want to rub any more salt on his wounds.
Matt’s unhappy I’m leaving. I see it in the straight line of his lips and the tenseness in his large frame. He doesn’t say anything while he throws back the covers and swings out of bed. My breath catches in the back of my throat at the lithe movement of his body. For a large man he’s very graceful.
He throws on a pair of sweatpants and then digs around in a dresser for socks.
I pause in zipping my jeans. “You don’t have to walk me home.”
He looks at me like I’m nuts. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“It’s fine. It’s almost dawn.” I peer through the slats of his vertical blinds.
He bends down to tie his boots. “You could stay but you won’t, right? Because you don’t want Ace to know you’re sleeping with me?”
I let the blinds fall back into place. “I stayed a few nights,” I point out, but, yes, I can’t deny part of my decision relates to Ace. “He’s hurting right now. I don’t want to twist the knife in any further.”
Matt’s jaw clenches, but he’s skating on thin ice since I found my dossier, so whatever jealous thoughts he has he keeps to himself. Instead, he steps toward me, halting close enough that I have to tip my head back to look at him. “Want me to talk to him?”
“No offense, but I don’t think he’d listen to you.” Although, if this situation on the team is going to get resolved, Ace and Matt and the entire team are going to have to talk and listen to each other.
“You’re probably right.” He pulls me against him and I breathe deep, enjoying the smell of warm, sexy Matt for a moment longer.
“I can’t stay tonight. Tomorrow—today,” I correct myself. “Today is going to be hard for him, and I need to be there. He’d be there for me.”
A flicker of unhappiness flits through his eyes at the reminder of my closeness with Ace, but then his easygoing nature breaks through and he gives me a rueful smile. “I can’t believe I’m trying to talk a woman into spending the night with me.”
It’s my turn to glance down to hide the sting of his comment. He means it as a compliment, but it’s a reminder of how many girls have shuffled in and out of this bedroom.
“Hey, you.” He tips my chin up. “No one else is spending time in here just because you aren’t around. I hope you know that.”
I push the doubt away and cling to those words.
* * *