Page 56 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

Her soft whimper broke the last vestige of his control. He took her like a man possessed. Fast and deep, pounding into her with a need that couldn’t be satisfied.

“I’m so close,” she gasped.

“Yeah. Let me have it. Let me feel you.”

And she did, her body losing any sense of rhythm as she contracted around him. The sound of her cries tipped him over the edge. A large roar started in his head, reverberated through his body, and hammered through his balls until he came furiously inside her.

He yelled out her name. Probably a string of unintelligible curse words. His body continued to spasm as if his orgasm could last forever.

He’d been rough, dominating even, but she’d taken it and loved it. Wrapping his arms around her, he held tightly, pressing kisses to the side of her neck, to her shoulder.

“You’re a revelation,” he muttered when he regained his breath and senses.

“I am?”

Suddenly, it wasn’t enough to just have her in his shower. He reached between them and pulled out of her. Izabel shivered in his arms. The water was going cool. They weren’t scrubbed and soaped, but the water had washed away the sweat. He tugged the condom off.

“Yeah. You are.” He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before turning off the tap.

Gently, he dried her, then himself, and led her to his room. To his bed.

Quickly, he braided her hair, taking the elastic she always had around her wrist and fastening it at the bottom.

“Get in,” he encouraged, following closely behind her.

“Night, Matt,” she said as she cuddled up against his side.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Night, Iz.”

Matt’s last thought before he fell asleep was just how fucking perfect it felt.

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Izabel became aware of three things all at the same time.

The first, there was a phone with notifications pinging left, right, and centre.

The second, she wasn’t in her own bed.

The third, Matt had her pinned in place.

His heavy arm held her back to his chest, his palm holding her breast. His leg was between hers. His other arm lay beneath her neck, but his hand held a fistful of her hair. She wouldn’t have moved, even if she could, with Matt’s morning wood pressed up against her arse.

The phone pinged again. And again.

“Shut the fuck up,” Matt mumbled.

The frustration in his tone made her grin. “Someone’s popular this morning.”

He ran his palm over her body, his callouses catching on her skin. “How did your skin get to be this soft?” He laid a kiss on her jaw.

“Lots of shea butter from The Body Shop. I wait until there’s a sale and—”

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh.”

She felt Matt grin against her skin as he continued to nuzzle her neck. As he moved his hand lower, heading to the place between her legs that was already growing damp, the phone rang.

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