The Bad Boy And The English Redhead

Chapter Twenty-One: Someone Wants Me Dead

TBBATER- Chapter Twenty-One: Someone Wants Me Dead

If I am ever asked how it feels to wake up in the arms of an extremely hot Bad Boy by the name of Matt Samson, I'd tell them this.

I've never had a better time waking up.

My head rolls to the side, lightly hitting something hard, and my eyes open slowly. I feel around the bed with my hands, ink to discover someone lying next to me. That someone is shirtless, and of course, is asleep next to me. I rub the sleep from my eyes so I can see who it is, and when I know, I almost scream, but I stop.

Matt Samson has the sexiest chest I have ever seen.

The lines of the muscles on his body are clear and well sculpted, as if an artist has just drawn them.

I haven't realised how broad his shoulders are, and I look at the scar on his collarbone. I have a sudden urge to touch it, and I do. Matt must be a light sleeper, because as soon as my fingers come into contact with the skin on his collarbone, he jerks awake, grabs my waist and twists me over, so he is above me.

"What are you doing?" He whispers, I can see he is slightly tired. His face then goes to my neck, kissing it.

"What are you doing in my bed?" I retort, trying not to let him take control of me.

"Don't you remember yesterday?" He says, and it all comes flooding back to me.

"Yes, I do. And why are you...?" I say, my voice trailing off because of the embarrassment of asking him why he is shirtless.

"Shirtless? Oh, don't worry, I sleep shirtless because I like to and it's more comfortable. Is it affecting you?" He replies.

Yes, a lot.

"N...not at all." I say, and he starts to kiss me towards the bottom of my throat, towards my chest...

I push him away quickly when he is close to getting to my chest, and then I leap out of my bed, eager to start the day. My hair isn't looking too bad, and I run over to my wardrobe. Before I pick out my clothes, I see the scarf Matt has given me and I wrap it around my hand. I then grab some underwear, black skinny jeans, some fluffy boots to keep my feet warm, a plain white top, and a white wool jumper.

"I'm gonna be gone for two minutes so don't start panicking if you don't find me." I tell Matt then head to my bathroom to get changed. Once I am finished getting changed, I head back to my room to find Matt gone.

I'm gone for two minutes and he disappears?

I sigh then unwrap the scarf from my wrist and then put it on my neck. Almost forgetting my coat, I grab it from its hanger and pull it on.

"I was only gone to borrow some clothes off your brother so I don't have to wear the same ones." Matt says, making me jump, and I spin around to see him right in front of me.

"Oh, I thought you ran off or something." I reply, and he looks at the scarf on my neck.

I then begin to feel self-conscious and say, "Do you want it back? I should never have kept it. I should give it back-"

He silences me by kissing me, making me go weak at the knees. He then lifts me up, noticing my legs trying to give out, and my legs go around his hips. He then pushes my body against the wall, making my back hurt slightly, but I ignore it. I'm too distracted by him to do anything about it. His smell, his touch, his appearance, his everything. His lips make their way down my throat, and I gasp when he kisses a certain spot that makes shivers of pleasure vibrate through my body. I can feel him smile, satisfied with the gasp I had released, and his lips meet my own once again. I can feel right hand slip underneath my wool jumper and top, caressing the skin on my stomach and upper body. I push him away when his hand gets too close to my bra.