Page 65 of Dashing for Love

Her eyes darken as she licks her lips. “Good.”

I move, eating the distance in two steps and cupping her head to bring her mouth to mine.

She tips onto her toes, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and matching my intensity. I walk her backward, guiding her to my bedroom and away from the animals. She doesn’t hesitate, trusting me to move her where she needs to go.

When we get to my room, I kick the door shut, sealing us in darkness.

“Wait,” she says, coming up for air.

I stop everything, putting my hands up and releasing her.

“Light. I want light.”

I smirk. “We’ve done pretty well in the dark, don’t you think?”

She laughs quietly. “I want to see you, Matty.”

And even though the words are brave, her vulnerability is clear. I understand immediately, and move to turn on the bedside lamp. The room is thrown into a soft light, and Goldie’s shoulders drop.

“Good?”

She nods. “Good.”

This time, it’s her who closes the distance, her knees knocking against my legs as she meets me beside the bed. “Are you nervous?” I ask.

She bites her lip. “I shouldn’t be.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be.” A beat passes, then I admit, “I’mnervous.”

Her eyes fly to mine. “What do you have to be nervous for?”

“Are you kidding?” I run my fingers down her cheek, to her chin, then down to the neckline of her tank top. I trace it, watching the goosebumps form in my wake. “I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world in my bedroom, and it’s been…a long time since I’ve been with anyone. It’s entirely possible I’m going to mess this up.”

“I’ve seen your dick, Matty,” Goldie assures me. “There is absolutely no way you can fuck this up.”

I throw my head back and laugh. Then I nearly swallow my tongue because when I look at her again, she’s pulled her tank top off.

And she’s wearing a yellow fucking bra.

Chapter 25

Goldie

MATTY BLINKS AT me, dazed once again. My heart is beating so hard that I have to look down to make sure it’s not erupting from the skin. But nope, still tucked safely away. Meanwhile, Matty’s gone stone-still in front of me.

Clearly, I need to take control.

I lift my hands to his shirt, taking the button between my fingers and undoing it.

He inhales.

I meet his eyes. “Are you okay?”

He swallows. “I think so.”

“Do we need to stop?”Please say no, please say no.

“No.”

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