Unforgiven(2)

“Promise me something,” I whisper. “Don’t ever leave me.” My voice cracks with emotion. His hands grasp my hips, stopping me. I tip my head forward, my eyes finding his.
“Never,” he says with conviction. “I will always love and protect you, Lindsay. I promise. Tell me why you’re getting emotional?”
“I want us to be like normal couples. I hate being secretive about our relationship and I worry that you’re going to get tired of that and leave me. I don’t think I could handle life without you.”
“Then let’s not keep us a secret any longer. Let’s talk to Landon and tell him the truth. We love each other and I’m tired of hiding it.”
I shake my head. “I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That he’s going to flip out. I don’t want to lose my brother and you can’t lose your best friend and partner.”
Matt sighs loudly. “Linds, the only thing Landon is going to be upset about is that we’ve been sneaking around. He loves you and will never disown you. I, on the other hand, may have to deal with something entirely different.” He chuckles.
I roll off of Matt and he slides over to me and positions himself on top of me, taking over. “Look at me.” His dark brown eyes fix on mine, “I love you,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. I nod and feel the lump in my throat growing larger. “I love you,” he says again.
“I love you too.”
“Let’s not be secretive anymore. I’m ready for everyone to know we’re together. I want them to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
“Not yet,” I whisper and he sighs loudly.
“You’re the one calling the shots, Linds.”
“Good, then make love to me.”
We spend the next hour lying in bed, exploring each other’s bodies, minds, and souls. I’ve never been so intimately connected to another living being and my heart explodes with the feelings of love and contentment I have with Matt. He is my rock when I am unstable, he is my voice of reason when I’m standing on the edge of insanity, and he is the only man I’ve ever given my heart to.


 
 




 
 
“Mmmm,” is about all I manage to get out before Matt slides into me in one heady thrust. I gasp as he gives me a moment to adjust and wake up. “I love that you still wake me up like this,” I sputter between breaths. The room is dark except for the sliver of moonlight coming through the skylight.
My arms wrap around his neck and my fingers trail small circles against the back of his neck. His body is damp from a recent shower and he smells like body wash.
“I like when I come home to find you naked in my bed.” He presses a kiss to my lips. His thrusts become quicker, needier. “God, you feel so good,” he says, biting at my jawline. I lift my hips and match his movements. “You’re going to make me come already,” he whispers. I wrap my legs around his waist and clench, creating more friction. “Jesus Christ, Lindsay.”
“Good; come in me,” I groan as I feel my orgasm building. The next few seconds are a flurry of moans, kisses, and perfectly timed releases.
Matt stays inside of me as his erection fades and, for some reason, this is my favorite time… when we’re connected as one in the most intimate of ways. It’s in these moments, when we connect emotionally, the unspoken words, the intense look in each other’s eyes that speak of the love we have without actually speaking a single word.
Matt finally pulls out and rolls off of me and onto his back. He tosses his arms above his head. I roll onto my side, facing him, watching his muscular silhouette in the dark, and listening to his quiet breaths as he falls into a peaceful slumber.
“I love you, Matt,” I whisper. Just before his breathing becomes lighter, I barely make out his whispered response.
“I love you too, Linds.”
 

 
I slap the alarm clock that is blaring on the nightstand next to my head. Matt grumbles and rolls over, and I instantly feel guilty for waking him up. For the last six years, Matt has worked the swing shift for the Wilmington Police Department, patrolling from three in the afternoon to midnight, but doesn’t usually get home until almost one in the morning. It’s now six and he’s had less than five hours of sleep.
Most mornings, he tries to get up with me to see me off to work, which I find sweet, but I feel bad when I know he’s tired and needs his rest. We’ve both been working an insane amount of hours lately and, for the last three weeks, it’s those few minutes when he gets home at night, or an hour in the mornings that we see each other.#p#分页标题#e#