Page 38 of Watch Her Bleed
“Yeah,” I say as I open my eyes to look at him. I see that took in his eyes again, but it doesn’t scare me this time. Seeing lust in his eyes somehow feels natural now. “The last thing I want is for you to think I like you just because you are helping me.”
“I already know that catching your attention is a rarity,” he says sweetly. “Please understand that I am doing what I can to not cause you distress. Know that you can tell me to back off at any point. Okay? I can handle it and I will understand.”
“I don’t want you to back off,” I admit.
“Then what do you want?” He asks.
I take a second to look at him. I’m trying to find some reason that I should stop myself, but I can’t. “Trauma aside?” I ask and he nods. “You.”
“Is that right?” he asks with a smile tugging at his lips.
“I didn’t mean for that to be so suggestive,” I laugh. “But yeah. I just want to feel good for once. I want someone who wants me to feel good. I know that I seem to be oblivious to your interest in me, but I’m not. I see the way you look at me, even before learning about my trauma,” I say.
“I am definitely interested in you and have been since you walked up to that table,” he admits. “Helping you only seemed natural.”
“Before I was willing to admit everything that Enzo has done, I was unwilling to believe that I could have a life outside of him and his abuse. It’s not that no one ever showed me interest, because people have. It’s just that until you, I was never willing to go against that instinct to bend to him.”
“So, again, what do you want?” he asks.
“You,” I repeat.
“Show me what you mean,” he says. I instinctively bring my hand to his face to cup his cheek.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” I say with a smile and he chuckles.
“Okay. Tell me what you want then. I need something more specific,” he says. He’s being cautious to make sure that he is not assuming. He could blindly assume what I mean, but he has too much respect for me. This makes me want him more. As I sit here and look at him, I realize that he is the only one who has ever made me want more. More happiness. More pleasure. Just… more.
“Kiss me,” I say with a soft voice.
Matt brings his other hand to my face and pulls me closer. I find myself moving with him with zero hesitation. When his lips press against mine and he kisses me, I instantly melt. Something I never knew existed ignites inside of me. He tastes sweet like honey as his tongue teases mine and I want more.
Having him kiss me like this shows me that my brother was wrong. He always told me that I was nothing without him, but I’m everything with Matt. I am the one he wants to make happy. I am the one he melts for just as he is the one who has easily melted through a lifetime of trauma to spark a drive in me to fight for myself.
I am kneeling beside him on the couch now, but when he moves his hands to my waist I do something that surprises us both and move myself into his lap to straddle him. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around my body to bring me closer.
Doing this scares me into pulling away. “I’m sorry,” I say quietly as I go to move.
“Shh. You’re okay,” he says as he holds onto me so I can’t run.
“The fact that you trust me enough to allow yourself to get lost in your desire speaks volumes, Aurora,” he says softly.
“It feels natural,” I say.
“I agree.”
“Sitting like this doesn’t help get rid of… I don’t know the word… the urge.” I say.
“It certainly doesn’t, and I hope you understand how I am desperately trying to not respond to having you this close, but it’s inevitable.”
“What are you saying, Mattia?” I ask with a smile.
“I’m saying that having a beautiful girl in my lap is a surefire way to trigger a few things,” he says. I know what he is implying. I can feel the way he’s involuntarily becoming aroused. I can see it on his face how hard he is fighting to suppress it.
“Oh?” I ask as I press my hips against his, and he closes his eyes as he tightens his grip on my waist and groans softly.
“Aurora,” he says softly.
“My bad,” I giggle.
