A tinge of panic hits me. "You want me to lead?"
"I want you to want it. To feel ready. Not obligated."
Do I feel obligated? Goddess, no.
"Okay." I smile softly. "And if you had it your way?"
Matthew smirks. "You really want to know?"
I roll my eyes playfully. "Call it curiosity."
Matthew leans forward, pressing a small kiss against my cheek. He stays quiet for a few seconds, his eyes watching me carefully from the side.
"If I had it my way," he breathes into my ear, voice barely above a whisper, "I'd make damn sure that every piece of furniture, every room in this castle is christened with the sound of you calling out my name while I f**k you in reckless abandon."
My breath hitches in my throat, my entire body suddenly leaning into him with anticipation. His hand slowly travels lo
