Wild Young Miss: Mister, Let's Kiss!

"Say less." Suddenly, Matthew leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

Surprised, Zoey's eyes widened as she dropped the can of beer on the side of the couch. The scent of the beer immediately infiltrated the air. However, the taste of him was more intoxicating than the lingering scent of beer.

Zoey instinctively placed her hand on his shoulder. Her hand clasped onto his shoulder blades, creasing the well-ironed clothes as her eyes shut closed ever so slowly with a teardrop rolling down her cheek.

His lips moved, kissing her senselessly. He guided her lips with his pace as his tongue slipped between her gorgeous lips. Upon the touch of his tongue with hers, Zoey's hand slowly wreathed around his neck, pulling him closer as she clasped his white dress shirt with her fingers tightly.

But the addicting moment didn't last long as Matthew pulled away as he told her, "Thank you for telling me."

Zoey saw the gleam in his eyes flicker, pursing her lips in a thin line as she felt his thumb wipe the tears that were left on the side of her eyes. Her heart was pounding against her chest; torn between the disappointment of the sudden interruption and being moved by his thoughtfulness.

"If you're putting your life on the line, consider putting mine too."

Matthew uttered in resolve as he cupped her cheek lovingly. He already knew she had other plans even after agreeing with his suggestion to leave everything to him. 

But with Zoey crying, asking for help voluntarily, he felt as if a spear had struck his heart. She was desperate, exhausted, and at her limits. She had been fighting all this time, knowing the results weren't so rewarding for her.

Zoey nodded, no words successfully slipped past her lips. Yet, this time, she was giving him her hundred percent trust in his words. A once in a lifetime decision that she may regret later.

"Sorry that you have to go through this all alone. Let me share your burden; for better or for worse. I won't leave you behind just like what that man did to you."

"Matty…" Zoey paused, biting her lower lip as she stared at his determined russet orbs. "Will you die with me?"

She asked, knowing how ridiculous and selfish she was being at the moment. But, if she was going to trust him, may it be for better or worse outcome, Zoey had decided. No more secrets, no more heroic acts, no more stubbornness. 

She wanted to fight, but what was she fighting for? For them to live peacefully without her in their lives? That wasn't what she truly desired. 

That wasn't living.

Matthew shook his head lightly with a reassuring smile curving his lips. 

"No, we won't. I won't let that happen. But sure." 

He added as a glint of utter resolve flickered across his eyes. His gaze dropped to her lips once again before he inched closer to have a taste once again.

This time, his pace was slow enough for her to prepare herself. Thus, as he leaned closer, Zoey closed her eyes to welcome him.

Once…

Twice…

Thrice…

Matthew left soft pecks on her lips before settling his lips on her. Zoey felt herself being lifted but she couldn't wrap her head at the fact that this was truly happening. 

Before she knew it, Zoey was already standing as Matthew took off her blazer suit. As he did so, Zoey started unbuttoning his shirt in urgency. Without their lips parting, they made their way to wherever he was guiding her.

One after another, the layers of her clothes were being tossed on the floor while Zoey struggled to even unbutton the row of buttons in his shirt. As if sensing her frustration through her lips, Matthew slid his hand over her waist and finally pulled away.

"It's like this." He said, showing her how to unbutton the rest with a coy smile on his lips. 

There were still four buttons that weren't unbuttoned, but Zoey could see the masculinity through his buff chest. She didn't have the leisure to protest at his devilish teasing as he unbuttoned the rest while she stood rooted on the tiled floor.

"Well, I thought it's not meant to be ripped apart." Zoey shrugged as she cleared her throat, posing innocence and resistance to show her wildest take to resolve her menial dilemma.

"Haha," Matthew chuckled as he shook his head. "Come here, love."

He whispered, causing her to shiver at the warmth of his breath tickling her ears along with the touch of his hand on her back. 

Matthew didn't unbutton the last button as he went closer to her. Leaning down, he whispered once again in her ear.

"It's not, but if it's you, the designer will have to overlook it." He teased naughtily, holding on to Zoey's hand as he guided it to the last button of his shirt.

Zoey once again shivered as he traced the apex of his nose on the side of her neck, sending a wave of heat straight down her spine till she could feel it in between her legs. She gulped a mouthful of saliva, clasping her hand on his shirt and pulled it apart.

She nearly heard the sound of the button dropping on the floor while Matthew smirked. Zoey then took off his shirt and tossed it aside, joining the layers of clothes laying on the floor.

That very moment, Matthew left a soft peck on her neck, causing a soft, unconscious moan to slip past her lips. His hands crawled on her back while her arm wreathed around his neck. Her hand rested on his back, feeling the line of his muscles as he lifted her up. 

Instinctively, Zoey wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hard shaft against her buttocks. Upon the touch of it, Zoey could only think of satiating the burning need that he ignited that was beginning to set her ablaze. 

"Zoey, I want you.." He whispered in her mouth.