Bachelor Swap by Lacey Black (best ebook reader under 100 .TXT) 📗

“I agree.”

Matthew reaches for the remote and pulls up a movie streaming site. “Here are our choices.”

As he flips through the ten or twelve movie options, one jumps out at me right away. “Oh! The Replacements. I haven’t seen that in forever,” I say, tucking my legs beneath me and getting a little more comfortable.

“No?” he asks, selecting the movie. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”

“Really? I thought all men watch football movies.” I reach for my glass of wine and take a sip. “Especially second chance football movies.”

He shrugs and tosses the remote to the other end of the couch. “I must have missed this one. What’s it about?”

Matthew puts his arm on the back of the couch, creating a pocket of comfort for me when I curl into his side. “A bunch of cocky professional athletes strike, so they bring in replacement players to fill in for them.” He tenses, but only for a fraction of a second. He quickly relaxes, and I wonder if I could have imagined it.

We settle in and watch as Keanu Reeves takes a bunch of has-been players and transforms them into a true team, all while falling in love and getting the girl. I’ve never really been a fan of sports movies but enjoy them if they have a romantic love story side to them.

By the time Falco throws the winning touchdown to secure the game for his team, I’m completely comfortable, nestled against Matthew and not wanting to ever move. When I glance up, I find him watching me, not the big kiss scene on screen. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you like best?”

“The way he got the girl at the end and kissed the hell out of her.” The corner of his lips curling up and his eyes dancing with excitement.

“You weren’t even watching that part.”

Matthew adjusts me against his side and runs a hand up my outer thigh. “I was watching your reaction to it.”

My eyes meet his, hungry and full of desire swirling between them. “And what did you get from my reaction?”

“Well, your eyes widened when he made his move and pulled her into his arms. Then, you held your breath in anticipation for the big kiss,” he says, gently turning me until our lips align. “And when their lips finally met,” he adds, sliding his hand into my hair and cradling the side of my head, “you sighed in contentment, a smile on these lush lips.” The hand slips down my jaw and taps on my bottom lip.

“I’m a sucker for the kiss at the end of the movie.” Why does my breath sound so choppy?

“Hmm,” he replies, adjusting us so we’re lying side by side on the plush sofa. “I think we should reenact the scene.”

I wiggle against his broad, warm body, seeking as much contact as possible. “You mean the kiss?”

“Well, to start with. You know as well as I do more happened after that kiss.”

I’m already laughing as he gives me a cocky smirk. Feeling a wave of confidence, I slide my hand down his side until I’m cupping his hard length in the palm of my hand. “More? Like this?” I ask, giving him a gentle squeeze. He starts to thicken immediately.

“That’s good,” he croaks out, his voice gravelly as his hand moves to the apex of my legs. Matthew presses his thumb over my clit, sending shock waves of electricity through my limbs.

Keeping his hand between my legs, he presses his mouth to mine, his tongue sliding along the seam of my lips until I grant him access. The kiss heats up immediately, my hands gripping at anything they can, as his tongue tangles with my own.

I feel his warm fingers graze against my stomach, slowly dancing up my abdomen. “Is this okay?” he asks, tracing the cup of my bra with a finger.

“Definitely okay,” I confirm, brushing my palm over his erection. “And this?”

Matthew groans, flexing his hips forward and grinding his hardness into my hand. “More than all right.”

Suddenly his mouth is back on mine. He kisses my lips, my jaw, my neck, rendering me completely breathless. Desire swirls in my stomach, as he continues his masterful kiss. He slips his hand into my bra, sliding his fingers against my hard, sensitive nipples and making me gasp.

“I have an idea,” he starts, carefully pushing up my shirt. “Maybe we could get rid of this?”

I reach for the hem of his shirt and give it a tug. “Only if you lose yours too.”

He gives me a smirk and sits up, raising his arms. Placing my hands on his abs, I let my fingers linger a little longer than I should before I slowly push the material up, dragging my hands against his warm flesh the entire time.

“There,” I finally say, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor. I take in the sight of Matthew, shirtless. He’s chiseled hard in all the right places with a strip of dark hair that starts at his belly button and disappears into his jeans. His arms are perfection, not too big but with amazing definition. And his chest? Like a sculpted work of art.

“Are you done checking me out?”

“Almost,” I respond, trailing my fingers down his abs.

“My turn,” he says, lifting my shirt. He takes his time, his eyes devouring every inch he reveals. And where his eyes touch, his hands aren’t far behind. When my arms extend up, he pushes my shirt up until it falls on the couch behind me. His eyes find mine once more, a deep desire burning brightly as he says, “There. Now I can look at you while I make you come.”

Chapter Fifteen

Mason

God, she’s fucking beautiful. Her soft, pale skin is such a contrast to the dark couch, and as I lie her back and settle in beside her, I realize she’s my every fantasy come to life.

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