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

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean up on my tiptoes and slide my lips across his stubbly chin. “What a coincidence, I’m hungry for you.”

Matthew lifts me against his chest, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands grip my ass, my bare core pressed to his shirt. I feel him stiffen, his fingers clutch hard. “Kyla?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “Are you wearing panties?”

“No,” I reply, giving him a coy grin.

“Fuck,” he groans, stretching out that single word as if it had ten syllables.

Suddenly, the bag of food is practically tossed in the refrigerator and we’re on the move. With long strides, Matthew carries me easily to his bedroom. When we breach the threshold, he goes effortlessly to the large bed in the middle of the room. It’s masculine, with dark wood and rich satin bedding. It looks luxurious and feels even better as he lies me down on top, covering my body with his own.

His kiss is fierce, hard, and full of determination. His tongue delves into my mouth deep, claiming me as his own. I, of course, submit willingly. My hands grip the back of his T-shirt, trying to rip it away. Matthew sits up quickly, grabs the back of the shirt neck and pulls it from his body in one fluid motion. Then he immediately comes down on top of me and resumes his masterful kiss.

I can’t seem to stop touching him. Sure, I’ve seen him and felt his warm skin over hard, muscular planes, but this is different. Maybe it’s because there’s only a thin barrier of cotton between us, or perhaps it’s the fact I’m not wearing any panties and can feel just how much my nearness is affecting him.

“You know,” I start, ripping my swollen lips from his. “I could…remove my shirt too.”

He meets my gaze and smirks. “I’m trying not to rush this moment, Ky. I know as soon as I get that shirt off, I’m going to be naked and pressing into your sweet body moments later.”

“Yes, let’s do that,” I whisper, his words making me deliriously excited.

Now he rewards me with a wide grin. “Oh, sweet Kyla, we will definitely do that.” He goes up on his elbows and shifts his weight. “First, I’m going to have an appetizer.”

Matthew positions himself between my legs, and a wave of nervousness sweeps through me. I’ve only done this twice, both times with a man I dated a few years ago, but it wasn’t…good. He seemed to slobber a lot and thrust his finger to the point of discomfort. He never got me off, and I’ve always wondered if maybe it was me.

The moment I feel his warm breath against my most sensitive area, I almost panic. Not because it’s Matthew, but because I’m nervous. The last thing I’d want to do is disappoint him, if there’s something wrong with me.

But then I feel the first brush of his tongue across my clit. Fire spreads through my veins as he takes a second swipe, and I find myself wiggling against his face, seeking more. He places his hands against my thighs and gently spreads them farther apart. I don’t even have time to get embarrassed about him being down there before his mouth latches on to my clit and sucks. I gasp and rock against his face.

Matthew holds me still and slides his tongue into my core a few times before returning his attention to my clit. With precision, he moves his hand, sliding a single finger into my body. A moan of pleasure rips from my throat, one I wasn’t expecting at all, but the combination of his mouth and finger is pure ecstasy.

He continues to move his finger, while licking and sucking on my nub. With each passing second, I’m pushed closer to release. My body starts to tighten, every nerve ending starting and finishing at the exact place his mouth is positioned. When he pulls out his finger, I almost cry out and beg for him to keep going. This feels…amazing. But when he pushes back in, there’s a thickness I wasn’t expecting. Not just one, but two fingers. He slides them in until he couldn’t possibly be any deeper and then curls them upward.

The result is fireworks.

Not the literal ones, but blinding white light explodes behind my eyelids as waves of euphoria steal my breath. I gasp and grind against him, riding out the pleasure coursing through me.

When the tremors finally start to subside, I open my eyes and find his locked on mine, a small satisfying grin on his face. “That was beautiful,” he whispers.

My mind tries to process his words, but all I can think about is the difference between the previous oral I received and this one.

Nope, definitely not me.

That’s for damn sure.

“What’s not you?”

His words startle me. “What?”

“You just said definitely not me. I was asking what wasn’t you,” he replies, slowly getting up and crouching between my knees.

“Oh.” My face burns dark with mortification. I said that out loud? “It was nothing,” I stammer, trying to come up with a way to change the subject.

“Hey,” he says, leaning forward and holding himself up with one hand. The other goes to my chin, gently turning my face until I meet his gaze. “Tell me.”

My heart gallops in my chest as I actually consider answering his question with the truth, because the thought of lying to him doesn’t sit well with me. Matthew’s a good man. He wouldn’t think less of me or make fun of me by my confession.

I open my mouth. At first, nothing comes out, but when I focus on the concern and softness in his eyes, I relax and smile. “First, I didn’t mean to say that aloud. I was just…comparing.” When his eyes widen, I hurry on. “Not the way you’re thinking. Well, I guess a little like that. A man I dated a few years ago did…that twice, but it really wasn’t