Page 42 of Matched with the Player

Cool air hit her breasts, the tips tingling and sensitive. She wanted to rip off the rest of her clothes and his too, but then again, she didn’t want to miss seeing what he did next.

Shrugging off her robe, she wiggled out of her pajama top at the same time. The loose fabric pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it, her toes almost on top of his as they stood chest to chest.

She was so ready for this. For him. Desire simmered beneath her skin, a warm current flowing to every pore of her body. But he didn’t crush her to him. Didn’t fall with her to the bed. He bracketed her face with his hands, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks as if he would memorize the shape. Then, spearing his fingers into her hair, he pulled her mouth to his to brush a kiss over her lips.

Liquid fire danced in her veins. He kissed like a god, sure and knowing, claiming her mouth like an erotic explorer, leaving no place untouched. All the while, his hands skimmed her body, arousing erogenous zones she never knew she had. The back of her neck. The side of one shoulder. The soft indent of her elbow made her knees weak when he circled there.

Her whole body burned. Isaac captured her lower lip and tugged it between his teeth, the act so overtly sexual she felt a little preliminary spasm deep between her thighs.

Hungry for more, she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, wrestling the discs through the stitched cotton. Her progress slowed as she peeked at what she’d unveiled. For a glorified techno-dude, he had the body of an Adonis. Smooth, sculpted muscle. No fat. No overinflated he-man bulk.

“I want to feel you against me.” Her fingers were hung up on the cotton, a cocktail ring twisting in a button hole.

“Let me.” He freed her finger and then slid the jewelry off, settling the fat green agate on the nightstand. “You don’t need any decorations, Stacy. You’re perfect.”

In no time, he had his shirt off and his belt was gone. His hands went to his trousers but she stopped him.

“I’ll be careful,” she promised, palming the length of his fly and feeling the breadth of what lay beneath. “In fact, I could do this with no hands.”

She lifted her palms in the air and licked her lips to prove the point.

His mouth covered hers instantly, capturing her tongue and circling it with his own. His hips strained against hers now and she loved the urgent feel of his movements as he dragged her pajama pants down her thighs. She backed toward the bed.

He followed, lips still sealed to hers. And despite her offer to undress him the rest of the way, he shed his pants and tossed his wallet on the mattress, no doubt putting a condom within easy reach.

“Thank you for finding me,” she murmured, eyeing his boxers with anticipation. “I’m so glad you came for me.”

His grin was wicked. Feral.

“Now it’s your turn.” He cupped her bottom and guided her down to the bed. “Are you going to come for me?”

He had no idea how much she wanted him. She felt the tremor of her first orgasm swirling already. They’d kissed for so long and she’d fantasized about him since the moment they’d met.

And oh it felt like heaven when he lowered his head to her breasts and drew the tip lightly between his teeth. Rolled the nipple along his tongue. A moan bubbled up her throat, her thighs shifting restless beneath him.

When he touched her there, one finger dipping into her sex while he cupped her mound, she flew apart. Sensation rocked her, her release rolling over her while Isaac coaxed more and more from her.

She wanted him inside her, feeling the storm along with her. But her breath dragged in and out of her lungs so hard she could barely speak. By the time he rolled the condom into place, the last orgasm had finally slowed down, leaving her blissfully sated and somehow hungry for him at the same time.

His erection jutted toward her, exactly what she craved and more. She reached for him, wanting to stroke the length of him, but he caught her wrist and stopped her. Instead, he guided himself closer to where she wanted him. He entered her slowly, hands bracketing her shoulders on the bed. The feel of him inside was indescribable completion.

Locking her legs around his waist, she held him there, arching her hips to his to bring him that same pleasure she’d just felt. Only now, the sensation built for her again too. He sucked in a breath and held it as he held himself back. But the slick friction drove her wild, her fingers seeking purchase on his back as she drew closer and closer to that point of no return.

“Wait.” Isaac stilled her with a hand on her shoulder, the heel of his palm resting on the swell of her breast. “I need to touch you.”

“I’m close though,” she admitted, knowing one stroke of his finger could send her over the edge again.

“That’s okay. So am I.” He brushed a kiss over her lips, assuring her he was right there with her.

When he reached between them to touch the taut nub of her sex, she let herself go, her back arching as pleasure dragged her under again. Only this time, Isaac’s control broke, his hips sinking all the way into her and pinning her against the bed. His shout put the dogs in a frenzy on the other side of the door, his voice mingling with hers. Theirs. The canines.

A chorus of absolute perfection.

His smile mirrored hers when she was able to move again. Locked together, she could have sworn they shared the same emotion. The same thoughts.

“This is going to be the best first date of my life.” He rolled her to her side so they could lay together.

“I’m really looking forward to it, too. But before that, I want to know everything about you. Your job. Your family. Why a smart guy like you would ever fall for a girl like me… I want to know it all.”

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