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He went in for a longer, deeper kiss. She felt and tasted every bit as wonderful as he had always dreamed.
And best of all, instead of pulling away after a few moments of light nibbling and soft exploration, she went up on tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck.
Encouraged, he leaned into her sweet curves, pressing her against the side of her car, and kissed her until he was breathless and wanting more. Alotmore.
I’m going to ask to come over to my place, he decided. Chris wouldn’t be home from work for another couple of hours, and Matt wasn’t anywhere near ready for this perfect date to end.
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Matt’s kisses were so different from Chris’s, but it felt so right to be in his arms like this.
Both of Sophie’s friends had turned out to be incredibly sexy kissers, but while Chris’s mouth had been hungry and demanding, Matt’s lips were sweetly sensual and gentle against hers.
He took his time kissing her, a slow burn that made her ache for more. At the same time, she was happy to stand here like this, locked in each other’s arms, forever.
At first, he stayed focused on her mouth.
Then, after a timeless period of steadily mounting arousal, when the hard ridge straining at the front of his jeans demonstrated that he was just as turned on as she was right now, Matt began to kiss his way along her jaw to her ear.
She discovered that his breath against the shell of her ear raised goosebumps—the pleasant kind—and when he nipped her lobe, she gasped as the sensation shot lightning straight down to her pussy.
“You liked that?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she gasped.
Matt put his nose to her neck, raising more shivers. “Mm, you sure did.”
Just a few days after kissing Chris and having magic happen, the same thing was happening with Matt.
She wondered if she could survive actual sex with either or both of them, and immediately felt ashamed of being so greedy. Matt was sweet, sincere, and he’d let her know in subtle ways all evening that this was arealdate.
Chris, on the other hand, confused her. And yet, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how he’d made out with her earlier in the week.
She hadn’t seen him since then, though she had received a text that one of the line cooks had quit, so Chris was pitching in to cover the vacancy while also preparing the lavish dessert buffet of house-made truffles and bite-sized pastries requested by the bridal couple instead of a traditional tiered wedding cake.
Matt distracted her from her guilty train of thought when his lips moved down to her neck, and he discovered places that felt just as good as having her ears nibbled.
She panted, dazed with desire. She feverishly stroked every part of his big, hard body that she could reach, but she knew she was definitely getting the better part of the deal here.
I want him, she thought.
And best of all, he wanted her, too.
She couldn’t let things go too much further, though, not out here in the middle of the parking lot.
Should I ask him if I can come over his place tonight?
Matt licked the hollow of her throat, and she couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped her. No one hadevertouched her like this.
As he began to nibble on her collarbones, bared by the cute, off-the-shoulder summer dress she’d bought at the weekly outdoor artisans’ market in Ponteverde, she kept telling herself that she would stop him…soon…
But as more time passed, and his mouth moved to the tops of her breasts, she still couldn’t bear to break this magical moment.
Just a little more, she kept telling herself with each new sweet, hot caress.
A loud, blaring alarm abruptly sounded, scaring the crap out of her.
Matt jumped and tore himself away from her. Swearing, he dug frantically in his jeans pocket for his phone.
