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

the beer and pop it open. I make sure not to touch her when I return the drink, something it appears doesn’t slip her notice.

Kyla slowly brings her beer to her lips, maintaining eye contact as she takes a long drink, her throat working rapidly to swallow. My throat, on the other hand, is Sahara dry.

“So,” she starts, licking droplets of brew off her bottom lip. “Let’s talk about the fact my nipples are poking through this T-shirt.”

Chapter Eighteen

Kyla

My heart is pounding in my chest. I don’t know what possessed me to try out this new seductress bit, but it seemed like a good idea when I hatched the plan after my shower. Now, I’m wondering if I made a mistake. Matthew seems…tense by my lack of clothes. He keeps moving away, as if the mere sight of me in his T-shirt—and only his T-shirt—is causing him physical pain.

I open my mouth, ready to backpedal and insist my little sexy bit was a mistake, when he reaches forward and grabs the material at my hip.

“Don’t take it back.”

“What?” I ask, already feeling the heat of his hand near my body.

“I can tell by the look on your face you’re about to shut down on me. I’m sorry,” he says, stepping forward and invading my personal space. “My brain just couldn’t process anything other than the fact you’re wearing my shirt and looking sexier than ever before.”

Matthew runs his hands up my sides, his eyes devouring me from head to toe. I can feel the shirt creeping up but he doesn’t move it enough to discover the fact I’m not wearing any panties. My plan was to try out this whole seductive routine Amalee has bragged about, but it feels so unnatural to me. I’ve never not worn panties, even to bed. It’s like an extra layer of protection I’ve always felt more secure having.

I smile at his compliment, already feeling the slight blush in my cheeks.

“Can I touch you?” he whispers, his voice gravelly.

I nod. When I meet his gaze, there’s a raw hunger there, one I’ve never experienced before. It’s actually quite liberating, knowing I brought that look to his face, the one that says he wants to gobble me up for dinner and dessert too.

He seems torn, as if he doesn’t really know what he wants to do first. Matthew starts by gripping my waist and doing a little spin and lift move. My butt hits the counter, the shirt riding up a little, the cold hard surface catching my breath. My legs automatically spread, just enough for him to step between. He accepts the invitation, pressing his lean hips between my knees as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

The kiss starts slow, his hands coming up to my jaw and framing my face. I can taste the beer on his tongue as it slides into my open mouth, deepening the kiss. My fingers grip his shirt and dance along the hard, muscular planes of his back. I find myself pulling him closer, needing to feel the press of him where I ache the most.

“You are exquisite,” he whispers against my lips. He nips at my flesh the way I’ve come to expect, and I can’t help but wonder if he’d nibble other places too. “I can’t wait to explore your body.” He meets my gaze. “But only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” I reply quickly, a little breathlessly.

Matthew presses his erection into the apex of my legs and grinds it, creating the glorious friction. I moan in pleasure, my nails digging into his back and pulling him closer. His mouth takes a leisurely stroll up my neck until it’s back on my own lips, branding me with his touch.

He kisses me fiercely, yet slowly, as if he’s savoring the taste and feel. His hands are magic. They caress my thighs, on the outside and tops, but never venture between my legs. I almost groan in frustration but refrain when those hands move to my head. One cups my jaw, while the other cradles the back of my head, his fingertips threading into my hair. It makes my every nerve ending tingle with desire and anticipation. I never knew simple touches could feel this dang good.

“I really want to taste you right now,” he whispers, lightly dragging his mouth across my chin.

“I really want that too.”

He pulls back and gazes at me, a wicked smile on his full lips. Matthew reaches down and grips the hem of the T-shirt, his hands hot and heavy on my skin. Just as he goes to move the material, the phone rings. “Shit. That’s our food.”

A bubble of nervous laughter spills from my lips. “Saved by dinner?”

“Postponed, sweetheart. This is only postponed, unless you’re saying stop?” he asks, his voice full of worry, but not because of the prospect of throwing the red light up in regard to having sex. The concern is directed completely at me. As if he’s uneasy about me not being ready to proceed.

I make sure to maintain eye contact as I say, “I’m not saying stop, Cowboy. I’m very much saying go.”

He stares at me a few long seconds before he grabs me by the waist, lifts, and lowers me to the ground. “Stay here and away from the doorway, Ky. I’ll go get our food.”

I make sure to keep hidden behind the island, especially since I’m not wearing any pants. I listen as Matthew answers the phone and sends up the food. When he doesn’t return to the kitchen, I realize he’s waiting at the door. I hear the knock and their muffled words before the door closes again. A few moments later, he returns.

“That smells amazing,” I state, as he walks around the island with a large paper bag.

When he glances up, he stops in his tracks. “You look amazing just like that.” He sets the bags down on the counter and pulls me against his chest. “Suddenly I’m not hungry