The Elaborate Parent Trap

Chapter Nineteen

"What do you think?" Matt asked as they stepped inside the cabin.

"It's beautiful Matt. Wow." She said amazed. "It's just weird being so far away from the kids," Chris told him.

"I know... But this gives us a few days to just be us." Matt smiled, spinning her into his arms and kissing her.

Chris smiled into his kiss and let herself relax against him. Matt pulled away and grabbed their bags escorting her to their room. He set the bags down in the corner of the room as Chris fell back on the bed, sighing in content. "I've got to run into town and get us some groceries for the next couple of days. Do you wanna come or wait here?" He asked her.

"Can I stay here? I'm just gonna have a shower and probably light the fire in the living room." Chris asked.

"Sure baby. I'll be back soon." Matt smiled and leaned down kissing her.

Matt left and Chris got out of bed, deciding to explore the cabin. She found two more bedrooms and the kitchen was beautiful. She made her way out onto the back patio and the view was beautiful. She stood there and began to think, she knew Matt was being patient with her, and it was sweet, but after the little moment they had in the kitchen before he left on his trip, she wanted him.

She wondered to herself if she was ready to take this step, but immediately she knew she was. She knew part of her wanted to know if they would be compatible in the bedroom because it was abundantly obvious, they were outside of it. She knew she was falling for him, and quickly and after the Europe fiasco... She trusted him more than she ever thought she could. In the end, she knew Matt would wait for her to tell him she was ready, so she made her choice. She made her way into the master bedroom and dug through her suitcase.

She found her favourite little back lace set with her black silk and lace-trimmed robe before making her way into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and climbed in, giving herself a quick wash and shave. When she finished, she towel-dried her wavy hair when she heard Matt return. She changed into her outfit and gave herself a once over in the mirror. She gave herself a pep talk in her head before exiting the bathroom.

She sauntered down the hall and into the kitchen, seeing Matt with his face in the fridge. Chris made her way over and leaned up over the fridge door, Matt looked up and smiled at her as he finished putting everything away. Butterflies were flying around like crazy in Chris's stomach as he stood up and shut the fridge door. His eyes widened when he saw what she was wearing as he took a hard gulp. "Fuck. Chris..." He stuttered. "Fuck, are you sure about this?" He asked her, as she noticed the front of his jeans getting tight.

She bit down on her lip as her eyes trailed back up to his, his pupils blown wide in arousal. She nodded and Matt took an intimidating step toward her, making her step back. This continued until he had her backed into a corner. "You better be sure about this baby." He told her, his voice getting deeper and huskier. He pressed his body against hers making her suck in a sharp breath. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Matt asked lowly in her ear, making her body shiver in anticipation.

"Please Matt." She whispered, reaching up and wrapping her arms around him.

Matt reached down grasping the backs of her thighs, hooking her legs around his waist as he carried her down toward the bedroom. He laid her back on the bed, his breaths coming in pants from the arousal burning through his veins. "You won't know how to walk by the end of the night baby girl," Matt growled, making her whimper with need.

That sound was a siren call to his manhood, as it jumped in approval of the sounds leaving her. Matt groaned as he pulled back from her embrace, looking down at her, seeing her robe had been loosened, allowing him the mouth-watering view of her large breasts hidden in black lace cages. He stepped back and tugged at the silk tie of her robe before pushing the fabric aside. Her body was more than he could have ever asked for in a woman, not stick thin but curves enough to die for. Between her thighs covering her was more black lace, he groaned as she sat up, slipping off the robe and reached for his belt.