The Blush Factor (The Hawthornes of New York Book 2) by Deborah Bladon

The Blush Factor (The Hawthornes of New York Book 2) by Deborah Bladon

Author:Deborah Bladon [Bladon, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Deborah Bladon
Published: 2021-09-19T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twenty-Seven

Matthew

Small sounds of need thread from her throat as I deepen the kiss.

I part her lips with my tongue, searching for more, wanting to taste any part of her.

She softens in my touch. Her hands search my body, trailing over my arms, then my shoulders and neck until they land in my hair.

They tangle there as I drop a hand to her hip.

It’s a test. Call it a tentative exploration of sorts.

If she were anyone else, I’d have a needy hand in the front of her jeans in search of her pussy.

I want to know what it looks like. I crave the taste. I’d give my left arm to feel its velvet warmth clenched around my dick.

Her tongue flutters over mine.

It’s not a brave move. I feel the hesitation in every single movement she makes.

Her hips rock against my door, sending a thrumming beat into the air.

It’s how a slow wholesome fuck sounds when a headboard bangs a steady rhythm against a wall, but I want more.

I want a raw, rough fuck that stirs everyone on this floor because they can hear the cries that fall out of her.

She pulls back from the kiss.

I almost fucking whine like a spoiled rotten child who has just been deprived of the candy he’s been craving.

“Matthew.” My name comes out of her in a breathy tone. “That was something.”

It was magnificent.

I have zero doubt that I can kiss a woman breathless, but this is the first time I’ve experienced that phenomenon myself.

I struggle to catch my breath as I stare down at her.

Her index finger trails a slow path over my bottom lip. “You read my diary.”

I’ll recite an entry or two for her if she wants, beginning with the one where she falls to her knees and tears my jeans open to get her greedy mouth on my cock.

I remember it word-for-word, including the line about how she’d circle the crown of my dick with the steel ball that is implanted in her tongue.

“I did,” I admit because we’re past that secret.

“All of it?”

Cradling her chin in my hand, I shake my head. “No. I read the first few entries and then the last few.”

Her cheeks blush pink to a degree that far surpasses the scale that she used to use. This is a ten out of five at minimum.

I wait for her to say something, but she stares at me expectantly as if she needs me and all my infinite fucked up wisdom to fill in some blanks for her.

I start at the first entry that had my name sprawled out on the page in blue ink.

“You wanted to kiss me.” I brush my lips over hers for a chaste kiss. “That happened.”

Still blushing, she nods. “Did it ever.”

Since I want more, I go on, “I read that you wanted to feel my fingers on you.”

“On me,” she repeats as a lure for me to say more.

I move so my lips are hovering over her ear. “You want to feel my fingers on your pretty cunt, Faith.



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