Page 75 of Point Proven
Any minute.
He could show up any minute?—
Knuckles drummed against the door as if my thoughts had summoned him. Running to the door, I halted before ramming into it, sucking in a breath before I released it slowly.
Cool. Calm. Calculated.
Wrapping my hand around the knob, I turned it, instantly losing the ability to speak the moment my eyes landed on him. Fuck, was he always this goddamn pretty? “I… You… You look nice.”
He smirked, dipping his chin. Dressed in a simple pair of black slacks and a matching turtleneck, he’d tucked the material beneath the waistline of his pants. The silver buckle of his belt seemed to glow with a beckoning taunt, luring me in with the temptation he always seemed to spark in me.
“Thank you. And you…” Gaze sweeping my frame, he returned his olive stare to my eyes. “Might be the hottest gray sweatpants owner I know.”
The compliment?
Straight to my fucking dick.
“I… T-Thank you.” Heat bloomed across the nape of my neck, and I stepped to the side, opening the door further. “Come in. Please. It’s… It’s not much, but it works.”
“Believe me, I appreciate simplicity.”
Stepping inside, he kicked off his loafers as I shut the door behind him. Shoulders somewhat tense, he tucked his hands into his pockets before turning to face me.
“So… was there something you wanted to talk about?”
“Yeah.” Gesturing to the couch, we walked in silence before sitting next to each other. Running my finger along the cushion, I glanced back at him, blurting everything in one breath. “I wanted to apologize for the way things ended last time. That was not how I intended it to end, and I’m sorry for not saying directly how perfect that was for me. Hell, it was the best fucking sex of my life, and I acted as if it wasn’t. I wanted to clean you,hold you, cuddle with you, but I left you there as if I didn’t care. Which isn’t… isn’tme?—”
His simple reply cut me off. “You’re nervous. Which seems to be frequent… when, uh, when I’m around.”
Squeezing the fabric, I nodded, my confession spilling before my brain could tell me otherwise. “I…likeyou. It… It solidified when you got hurt, and I almost told you during the mission. Right before we entered that hallway, because if something had happened to me and I didn’t tell you, I would’ve regretted it in the afterlife.”
He held my gaze, and his tongue darted out between his lips before he spoke. “I like you too, Matt.”
“You do?” Letting go of the couch, my hand plopped into my lap. “I haven’t been able to think properly since that morning, and I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch you again.”
Shifting from where he sat, he leaned forward, brushing his fingers over my thigh. “You are all I’ve been able to think about since that moment.”
“Really?” His admittance was still unbelievable, but I found myself biting back a groan at that simple caress. “I… don’t have much to offer. Hell, I’m really quite obnoxious and easily distracted by dumb shit.”
He stroked up my leg once again. “I think you have more than enough to offer. In all honesty, I think you are absolutely perfect for me just as you are.”
“Mhm… G-God, even that is sending me over the edge, Lev. You’re perfect, truly.”
Lifting a brow, he crawled onto his knees. With sluggishness, he positioned himself between my legs. He pressed two fingers into my chest, encouraging me to lie down as he crawled over the top of me. “I am the furthest thing from perfect. Genuinely, I’m fucked in the head, probably worse than anyone you know.My trauma carries trauma, so I wouldn’t give me too much credit where credit isn’t due, Matthew.”
Following his lead, my back rested flush against the cushions as my hands lightly grabbed onto his hips. “I find that hard to believe. You’ve been nothing but genuine, risking everything to help strangers. And so what if you carry weight from your past? It’s not a hindrance to you, beautiful.”
“I don’t know about that. It’s like… a boulder. It’s pretty big. Immovable. Frustrating as fuck.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but I caught the way he nipped against his bottom lip. “I hold my position for a reason. I’m a toxic man, Mr. Harveil. You just haven’t seen it yet.”
“Well, boulders can move with the right equipment. And hell, I amtoxic. Might be a perfect match, I’m afraid.”
Brushing a strand of hair from my forehead, he dipped his chin. “Toxic? This golden retriever of a man who was stuttering on the phone with me?”
“Mhm. You just bring the best out of me. Typically, I’m an asshole. I fuck, and then I leave. I obtain what I want, when I want it, and I lean into the Playboy image. But with you? I want nothing more than to be… good.”
“Mmm…” He leaned forward, his breath brushing against my neck. “Agood boy?”
Hips bucking, that moan finally slipped. “Fuck. Yes.”
