Page 68 of Dashing for Love

“Guess that video wasn’t lying,” I giggle.

He huffs out a laugh and drops his head into my neck. “Goldie, I swear to God.”

“I’m just saying, you’ve got a really thick—oh,fuck.” I lose all sense of rational thinking then, because Matty starts to move.

And it’s so, so,sogood. Every thrust is perfect. The way he fills me is, I don’t even know, incandescent? Can I describe it like that? Because oh, myGod.

He rises and tucks my knee against his side, his eyes meeting mine as he pushes into me. “Good?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “So, so,sogood, Matthew.”

His eyes flare, and he thrusts again, his abs flexing with every movement, his gaze never wavering. “You feel incredible.”

“More,” I gasp.

He releases my leg and switches us, still in control as he pulls me on top of him and slams me down on his cock. I cry out, then moan his name as his hands grab my hips. I rock with him, angling the heels away so they don’t scratch his legs, rolling to match his own movements, the two of us breathing heavily now.

“There you go,” he says. “Take it. Take what you need.”

And I do. I take every bit of his cock, riding him likeI’mthe cowboy, my breasts bouncing, feeling strands of hair stick against the sweat on my back.

Before long, I’m panting and sore, my leg muscles protesting a workout they’re not used to in the slightest. Matty notices, flipping us again and guiding one of my legs over his shoulder, then pushing in. The angle is perfect, and I groan in pleasure.

“Fuck, Matthew.”

He increases his speed, losing all rhythm as we cling to each other. “Goldie,” he pants. “Baby, I need you to?—”

I shatter, coming apart beneath him with an intensity I’ve never felt. The world goes black for a second, and I hold onto him with everything I have. Wave after wave rolls over me, cresting again and again, as I mutter an unintelligible string of words.

Matty jerks into me and stills with a groan, his cock pulsing as he comes. We grip each other tightly, our breathing beginning to slow, Matty’s head bowed into the crook of my neck. After a moment, I find my voice.

“That was—” I begin.

“Yeah,” he finishes. He kisses my temple, then pulls out and gets up to dispose of the condom. He returns in seconds, the two of us working to get under the covers, Matty on his back and propped against a pillow, me draped across him with my head on his chest. We get into the position so quickly that it feels like we’ve done it for years, not one time.

He tilts his head to mine, and we kiss, lips lingering. “You’re staying the night, right?”

I nod. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Chapter 26

Matty

SUNDAY MORNING DAWNS and I wake, turning over and reaching for Goldie, forgetting that I’d worked an emergency shift at the clinic last night and she’d gone home, so we hadn’t spent the night at my house like originally planned.

Disappointment crashes through me, followed by a visceral craving for the taste of her, the feel of her beneath me, over me, around me. One night together, and the woman has already caught me so thoroughly in her grip that I can’t remember what it’s like to want anyone but her.

Killer whines on the floor to the right of me, rising onto his hind legs and pawing at the mattress.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I mutter, wishing that phrase meant something else entirely right now.

After letting the dogs out—Kitty is more patient than Killer, but not by much—I drop a pod into the coffee maker and start it. Once I have my coffee, I wander outside to the backyard and drop into a chair, relaxing and watching the dogs sniff and play.

Is this really happening? With mybest friend’s sister?

I actuallylikeher. All these years, we’ve kept a line between us that we never crossed. But now that we’ve moved past the line, I see a woman I never knew: sensual, touching me every chance she gets, and letting me touch her…

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