Look After Me (48 page)
My hands travel along her hips and down her thighs until my fingers trace the bottom of her t-shirt. “I love you in my t-shirt,” I whisper. “Just knowing that your pearly little nipples are pressed up against the material drives me insane.”
“Sebastian,” she whimpers, her head falling against my chest.
My fingers dip under the t-shirt, tracing the material until I feel the bare flesh of her pussy against my fingertips. My fingers sprawl over her wetness. “I love you in my t-shirt, naked, bare, and
wet.
” I circle my tongue against the skin of her neck as my fingers pull away. “But knowing you’re all naked under my t-shirt makes me want to do naughty things to you. Dirty, ungodly things.”
“What kind of naughty things?” she asks with a husky tone to her voice, clearly turned on.
I spin her in my arms and pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. “How about I show you?”
In one single move, I have her on top of the countertop with her legs spread wide. I caress the tops of her thighs, feeling the goose bumps erupt along her silky, smooth skin. I crouch down and without a moment wasted, I feast my mouth on her pussy, lapping up the juices and sucking her clit. I devour her for every drop she’s got, and when I push one finger inside her, then a second, she explodes, her thighs locked tightly around my head as her hips involuntary buck through her cries. My mouth never eases its suction as she rides through her orgasm.
She watches with lidded eyes when I pull away, and the one look alone—the flushed and post-orgasmic afterglow—almost has me coming on the spot. Desperate to feel her tight pussy around my pounding cock, I hurriedly remove my sweats, freeing my cock from their constraints, and hungrily grasp her hips. I pull her into me, her ass hanging over the edge of the countertop as her hot pussy slides over my dick. Her fingertips run down my chest, and I love the way her fingers trace over the ripples of my stomach. She continues lower until her fingers curl around my dick, causing me to hiss. Tightening her grip, she slowly begins to move along my length and my cock grows harder.
Impatient.
I need her.
Now.
“This needs to go.” Pushing her fingers away from my cock, I lift the hem of the t-shirt and pull it over her head.
“I thought you loved me in
your
t-shirt?” She smirks.
“I do,” I say, brushing my lips against hers—lips that are still covered in her juices. “But I also love you naked, and right now I need you
naked.
” I slam deep inside of her, causing a breathless moan to escape her mouth at the intensity of my thrust. I quickly begin to pick up speed and through my endurance I fuck her into oblivion, hard and fast, owning her pussy with each thrust I give, driving into her with expert precision.
Fuck. She feels incredible.
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
She greedily yanks against the strands of my hair and pulls my mouth onto hers, assaulting my mouth with her tongue. I swallow her moans with every fierce thrust I give, my entire body shaking with my near climax. I pull away and stare into her hooded eyes that are a haze of pure sexual ecstasy.
“Sebastian!” she screams as her climax tears through her, causing a jolt of spasms to erupt through her body. Her legs lock around my waist, her fingers digging harshly into my back, my name whimpering from her lips over and over again. Watching her fall apart around my cock sends me into an unruly frenzy, and with one final thrust I violently come, groaning through my euphoria that hits like a fucking tidal wave.
I bury my face in Addison’s neck as her fingers thread through my hair, caressing the strands. After a few moments, I pull away.
“Marry me.”
She stills in my arms, her pretty eyes widened with shock. “W-What?”
Brushing a piece of stray hair from her glistening forehead, I repeat, “Marry me.”
Her eyes fill with emotional tears. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly, baby. Deadly serious.”
Through the thumping of her heart, that I can feel slamming against mine, Addison’s fingers trace over the dog tags around my neck before she grasps them tightly in her hand. Tears stream down her face, her eyes filled with pure adoration.
“Yes! Yes, I will marry you.” Using the chain around my neck, she yanks me forward and slams her lips onto mine, sobbing against my lips. After a moment of getting lost within the essence that is Addison, I remember the ring.
Shit. Who proposes without a fucking ring?
Reluctantly pulling away, I say, “I’ll be right back.” I pull my cock out of the warmth of her pussy and run through the apartment towards our bedroom. Moments later I return and resume my place between her naked thighs. I open the box that holds a vintage white-gold sapphire emerald cut ring that once belonged to my mother.
Addison gasps as her eyes fall on the ring, taking in the swirled detail around the thin band. Taking the ring out of the box, I take Addison’s left hand and gently place the ring on her finger.
It fits perfectly.
“It’s so beautiful,” she sighs.
“It was my mom’s engagement ring,” I say as I admire the beauty of my mother’s ring sitting flawlessly against the beauty that is Addison.
“Oh wow.” She examines the ring closer and frowns with confusion. “But this isn’t the engagement ring I saw you with. This isn’t the same ring you gave Ava.”
I edge closer to her, taking her hand back into mine, smiling confidently. “No, no it isn’t.”
Her confusion is replaced with a heated gaze. Her fingers fist in my hair and she slams her lips onto mine with an intensity that almost blows my mind. “I think I just fell in love with you all over again,” she whispers against my lips with a smile before our mouths join again. Everything within me just melts away. Feeling my arousal reach its peak again, I slowly slide into her pussy. God. I love her.
I love her so fucking much.
The moment I fell in love with her, everything in the world made sense again. She made my life worth living again, worth fighting for. She
saved
me.
And I’m a better man because of it.
the end.
I would like to thank Mark, my other half. He’s been neglected while I’ve locked myself in my writing cave, but I love him for being supportive and allowing me to chase my dreams—even when it means I spend less time with him.
I would also like to thank my family and friends for being supportive of my newly found journey into authorhood. Especially my best friend, Catherine Snelson, who brags to anybody within earshot that her friend is an ‘author.’ She’s one in a million.
I want to thank my beta readers: Dawn Vickers, Rhiannon Matthias, Christina Maria, Shona Reid, Vikki Ryan, Deana Wolstenholme and Jennifer Tovar at Gypsyheart Editing. Thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to read Look After Me and to give me honest feedback.
Thank you to my Facebook followers who helped choose character and band names for the book. I had so much fun going through their suggestions and it was amazing to give my readers an opportunity to be a part of the process. An extra huge shout out to the wonderful winners: Magdalena Szabelska (Landon), Katie Boettcher Vaughan (Zander), Tracey Fifer (Wilted Hearts), Haley McQueeney (Reckless Romance), Clare Flack, Lacie Ford and Danya Elise.
Thank you to my editor, Jennifer-Roberts Hall. I have never had so much fun editing in my life until working on Look After Me! The first edit was literally deleting ‘eyes widen’ and ‘smile widens’ throughout the entire manuscript. I used it. A lot. Every time she would point one out, a new bout of laughter would set in. I mean, talk about repetitive! She’s brutally honest, and that’s a trait I love about her. She pushed and challenged me (I also challenged her A LOT—how she didn’t strangle me is beyond me!). But with the challenges she threw at me, it made the story into something so much more beautiful.
Thank you to Emma Mack at Tink’s Typos for proofreading the manuscript. She’s freaking awesome! She helped give the book the glittery finish that it deserved.
A huge thank you to my PA, Shona Reid. She’s always there for me; not just as my PA but also as my friend.
Thank you to Francesseca Webster at Francesseca’s Romance Reviews. She’s my PR queen and I don’t know what I would do without her.
Thank you to the lovely members of my street team who are constantly pimping me. It’s impossible to acknowledge every single tag I see on Facebook but please know I appreciate your hard work.
A final thank you to each and every person who has purchased both Look After You and Look After Me. Your support is truly mesmerizing.
Love,
Elena xx
Independent author Elena Matthews was born in Manchester, United Kingdom, where she lives with her other half, but even after nine wonderful years, she is still waiting for that
epic
proposal. Elena enjoys spending quality time with her friends and family, especially her five-year-old niece, Caitlin, who is the apple of her eye (She’s a little monkey too!). Elena is positive Caitlin is the love child of Jekyll and Hyde. Thankfully, the joys of being an auntie, means she can hand Caitlin back over to her mum and dad when she’s all tired out!
Elena spent three years of her life at Salford University studying media production, to decide at the end of her degree she no longer wanted to pursue a career in the media. Instead, it took her another two and a half years to realize her calling. Writing. Now she lives and breathes her writing. She even had to tell her colleagues at work whenever she is found daydreaming at her desk, it’s because she is conversing with her characters.
Books by
Elena Matthews
Look After You (Look After You #1)
Coming soon
Look After Us (Look After You #2.5): A Novella
Contact Elena
Website:
www.authorelenamatthews.co.uk
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