Bachelor Swap by Lacey Black (best fiction novels .TXT) 📕

toes. Matthew doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. His hands hold still on my legs, and I can’t help but wonder if I completely misread this situation. Maybe he doesn’t want me the way I thought he did.

“Open your eyes, beautiful.” His words are direct, yet soft, and when I do as instructed, I find an intensity that steals my breath. “Watch me touch you.”

I gaze down to his hands and watch in complete rapture as they finally move. He grazes across my upper thighs, moving toward the apex of my legs. The tips of his fingers sweep across my panties. I’m certain he can feel the soaked material if the way his eyes dilate and his breathing hitches is any indication.

I’ve wondered what it would be like to have Matthew touch me, and just a few seconds in has already proven better than I’ve imagined. His touch is firm as he glides across my wet panties. Every time he brushes my clit, it’s like I’m electrocuted. I want to pull back from the shocking touch yet wiggle closer at the same time.

His burning gaze locks with mine as he slides his fingers beneath the satin material. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until he whispers, “Breathe, sweetheart.”

I gasp for air as his warm fingers slip between my folds and press firmly against my clit. I cry out and rock my hips, desperate to feel more. He curls his fingers upward, sliding two into my tight body. I can already feel myself tightening around him, my body coiling like a rattlesnake ready to strike.

Matthew swipes his thumb over my bundle of nerves. The combination of his fingers deep inside me and the pressure on my clit sends me flying over the edge of bliss, riding out wave after wave of pure pleasure that rocks my entire body, clear down to my soul.

As the tremors start to subside, all energy seems to leave my body, rendering me boneless and exhausted. Matthew removes his fingers and tries to right my panties, but they no longer fit properly to cover me. I lean forward into his chest, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close.

“That was beautiful,” he whispers, running his hand down my back.

“I don’t know about that, but it felt pretty amazing,” I whisper, grateful he can’t see the blush staining my cheeks.

He kisses my forehead, his lips seeming to linger against my skin for several long seconds as he breathes me in. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed to date.”

A small smile spreads across my lips. “Just wait until I’ve regained my strength and return the favor.”

I feel him tense beneath me; his arms tighten even farther until it’s almost hard to suck air into my lungs. “As great as that sounds, you’re tired.”

I pull back a little and meet his gaze. “You don’t want me to…do that?”

The corner of his lip curls up. “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve dreamed about you doing that all week, but I don’t want you to feel required to return the favor. When it happens, it’ll be because you can’t keep your hands off me. Because you’ve been fantasizing about having your mouth on me all day. Because there’s nothing you want more than to taste me, hard and ready, against your tongue,” he says, sliding his thumb over my bottom lip, “knowing what’ll happen next will change the course of our lives forever. I’m going to taste you, sweetheart, and then I’m going to make love to you until I’m all you feel and know.”

I shiver as a new wave of desire sweeps through my veins. My mouth opens to reply, to tell him I’m ready, but something stops me. Maybe it’s the look in his eyes, the one that says he needs to know, without a doubt, I’m one-hundred-percent ready. That I’m his, and not just for the night.

He pulls me back against his chest, my cheek nestled above his heart. It beats wildly, a loud echo that seems to calm my own. After a few minutes, he turns me and starts to set me back down in my seat. My dress is a rumpled mess, and no amount of smoothing it out will fix the wrinkles. Matthew reaches over and grabs my belt, securing me back into the seat.

Our eyes meet right before his lips sweep softly over mine in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Just when I’m about to throw my arms around his neck and return to straddle his lap, he pulls back and smiles. “Thank you for the best night I’ve ever had.”

“I could say the same thing.”

He winks before sitting back in his seat and pressing the intercom. “George, we’re ready to take Miss Morgan home.”

“Of course, sir.”

Matthew wraps his arm around my shoulder. It amazes me how well I fit snuggled into his side, my head comfortably resting on his chest. Within fifteen minutes, the car is pulling in front of my building.  When the car stops, I release my seat belt and wait for the door to open. Once it does, Matthew slips out and extends his hand, that familiar zip of electricity slides through my fingers when our hands meet.

As I step out, I’m pulled against his side. “George, I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’m going to walk Miss Morgan up.”

“Good night, George,” I state, waving goodbye.

“A pleasure, Miss Morgan, as always. Enjoy your evening.”

We step up to the building, the door already standing open. “Good evening, Miss Morgan.”

“Evening, Jason,” I greet one of the evening-shift men.

He doesn’t follow as we make our way to my private elevator and enter my code. As the doors close, Matthew turns and takes my hands in his. “I had a great time tonight.”

“Me too,” I reply, just as the elevator arrives on the top floor and the door opens with a chime.

We step into my foyer, but Matthew stops before making it too far. “I have a few meetings lined up this week, but I