Page 125 of Stupid Matchmaking Love

His need matches mine. I kiss him again, deeply, my body buzzing when he slides his hands in my hair and his grip tightens possessively—like I’m his, all his, and nobody else’s. Because every touch from him feels like we’re choosing a future I didn’t know I could have.

I get his jeans undone and he adjusts, pulling them down far enough to free his erection.

Just the sight of it is almost enough to make me come. He lifts my dress up to around my hips and whispers, “Mind if I tear your panties?”

A laugh bursts from me. “No.”

“Thank you,” he says in his gentlemanly way, and then proceeds to wrap his fingers around one of the thin straps of my lace panties and tears them right off.

It’s the hottest. Thing. Ever.

“That’s more like it.” He grins up at me, very proud of himself, so I kiss him again, and his fingers slip into me. I moan and he smiles against my mouth.

“Ready for me, are you?”

“Rhett Maddox, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’m breaking up with you.”

“We can’t have that, now can we?” He rolls his thumbs over my nipples, and I exhale with pleasure. “If you check that glove box, you’ll find condoms.”

I slap the button and out drops a string of condoms.

“Just what did you think we’d be doing?”

He shrugs. “This. A lot.”

I laugh as he unrolls the condom on his cock and then holds it while I ease down on top of him.

“Oh my God,” he whispers.

It’s exactly how I feel, like there’s nothing better on earth than doing this with him. My body agrees as my muscles clench.

He rubs my clit as I roll my hips. There are no other cars around. Only the moonlight, the stars, and the trees are witnesses to our frantic lovemaking.

And it is frantic—frenzied, even, like it’s our last chance to make love before everything changes, before the world shifts.

It doesn’t take long for me to break apart for him, and he’s right behind me, saying my name and shattering same as me. And as we come down from the high of each other, our kisses soften, our lips linger longer, and when Rhett whispers, “I love you,” I repeat it back to him.

We sit for a moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other’s air, the world spinning on, but the two of us remain frozen for one moment longer.

Then he slides his hands up my arms and pulls my dress back up, and I climb back over to the passenger seat as he fixes his jeans.

He looks over and gives me a lopsided grin. “You know what would make this perfect?”

“What’s that?”

“If we go to the resort, take a shower, and then cuddle in complimentary waffle robes.”

It’s so unexpected that I laugh, but I know he means it, and I mean it, too, when I say, “Then let’s go.”

Chapter 42

Cristina

We enter the resort holding hands—me leaning on his arm and smiling like a lovestruck fool. It’s probably pretty annoying to an outsider, but my heart’s so full and I’m so happy it’s impossible to contain it.

When we reach the elevators, I snap my fingers. “I need ice.”

“You want me to come with you?”