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Need gripped him tightly. He slapped the condom next to her on the table, then quickly shucked the rest of his clothes.
“That’s better,” she murmured and reached for him when he finished.
He grinned and stepped into her touch, capturing her mouth for a deep, thorough kiss. His chest pressed to hers, skin to skin, and the contact nearly undid him. She was warm, so damn soft, and still trembling in the best possible way.
The beauty was already under his skin, now she waseverywhere. In his hands, in his mouth, in the pulse drumming hard and fast as she arched her sweet body, her tight, delectable nipples scraping against him, blowing brain cells right and left.
When he broke the kiss, his heart rocked in his chest as she grinned mischievously at him, scooting backward on the table, her gorgeous breasts bouncing, temping, teasing until he pulsed.
Then she spread her legs.
For a full thundering heartbeat, Matthew forgot how to breathe at the beauty displayed before him. He swallowed and muttered a curse. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She laughed. “No, I’m trying to entice you. Did it work?”
“Hell, yeah, it worked,” he replied, ripping open the packet and rolling the condom on before he climbed onto the table.
Her brown eyes were dark and smoldering as she watched.
Slowly, he crawled up her sweet body, kissing and nipping her quivering belly, her soft breasts, the spot on her neck that had her gasping and arching off the table into him.
Damn, she was so responsive. So perfect.
He drew back, kneeling between her legs. His hands bracketed her waist as he let his gaze trail over every inch of her—skin flushed, chest rising fast, her mouth parted, waiting, anticipating.
And her rich brown eyes were locked on him, full of heat and something that might’ve been trust.
He reached down, guiding himself slowly, deliberately, until he was nudging at her entrance. Her breath hitched. His did too.
“Matthew,” she whispered.
His gaze still locked with hers, he pressed forward, sliding into her inch by inch. Her warmth closed around him, and the sensation nearly shattered his focus. She cried out—soft, needy, completely unguarded.
It was the most honest sound he’d ever heard.
Gritting his teeth, he sank deeper, breath catching when her fingers gripped his arms.
“Damn, Callie…”
He braced his hands on either side of her head, and she arched beneath him, her breasts brushing his chest, the friction lighting him up like a live wire. One of her hands slid to his neck, the other dug into his shoulder, and when her hips lifted to meet him, he started to move slowly and deeply, savoring every pass, every amazing reaction written across her face.
He kissed her again, leisurely and unhurried, trying to imprint the moment into memory. She moved with him, matching his rhythm, mirroring the intimacy. Her calves curled around the backs of his legs, pulling him closer until they were flush, tangled, completely lost in each other.
Thunder cracked in the distance, but the only sound that mattered was her soft gasp when he thrust a little harder, her nails pressing into his skin as her head fell back with a cry.
He felt her tighten around him, felt the quake begin in her thighs and ripple through her body as her climax hit, sharp and gorgeous. And when she called out his name on a hitched breath, it wrecked something in him.
He was gone.
Matthew thrust once more, hard and deep, his whole body locking tightly as he followed her over the edge, his breath ragged against her damp skin.
They stayed that way, bodies joined, hearts thudding wildly against each other in the humid hush that followed.
He didn’t move away. Not yet. Although, he shifted his weight to one arm and cradled her face with the other, brushing back the hair that had come loose from her ponytail.
“You okay?” he asked, voice hoarse and low.
She nodded, a beautiful, satiated smile tugging at her mouth. “More than.”
