Page 46 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

She placed her hands on either side of his face until he looked straight at her. “I can’t,” she whispered. “I know you read my message.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, before slamming his lips against hers.

A lightning strike would feel tame in comparison to the surge of energy currently flooding her body. As his tongue fought with hers, as their gasps filled the hallway, Izabel lost any sense of time or place. All that mattered was the way Matt squeezed her arse, holding her exactly where he wanted her, primed and open to him, as he ground his dick up against her.

Izabel groaned at the sensation as every part of her flickered to life. God, he was so hard, and she wanted more. She wanted him to strip her naked, right here, and take her the way she imagined it. Hard and fast.

She tightened her grip around his neck, threading her fingers into his hair, tugging it hard. Matt used his body to press her firmly against the wall, snaking one hand between them to squeeze her breast before rubbing his thumb across her nipple. He repeated the action, knowing it made her core clench.

What she wouldn’t give for him to be filling her right now. With his fingers. With his tongue, with his dick. Anything to ease the ache she felt inside.

Matt brushed a trail of wet kisses down her jaw, to her neck, ruthlessly tasting her as his thrusts against her increased. The seam of his denim flicked over her clit, the thin fabric of her dress no protection to the onslaught. He slid his hands beneath the hem, squeezing along her thighs.

When he reached the edges of her thong and slid a finger deep inside her, they both groaned.

“Christ, I missed this.”

His words were her undoing. With the stroke of his finger matching the grinding of his dick, Izabel could feel the incredible signs of release. “Matt, don’t stop,” she pleaded, before pulling his lips back to hers.

“Let me see it, Iz. Let me feel you come around my finger. I want it.”

Izabel opened her eyes, stunned to see the lust in Matt’s.

“Ah, ah,” she gasped, arching her back against the wall, unable to control the way she jerked in his arms, as she exploded.

Bright white lights spun in her peripheral vision as the dam of pent-up sexual energy burst through.

“Fuck, I need you, Izabel.” Matt reached for his belt as Luke’s voice carried up the hallway.

“Yeah, I’m nearly home, mate. Give me two minutes. I’ll call you back.”

Matt dropped Izabel to the floor, straightening her skirt before rearranging his dick in his jeans. “Go stack the boxes,” he whispered. “And change my name in your phone.”

“Why?”

The sounds of keys in the locks had them both looking toward the door. “Just do it, Iz.”

Matt gave her a second to get to the boxes, then unlocked the door. “Typical of you to show up after all the work is done.”

Izabel quickly fixed her hair. Walking after such a mind-blowing orgasm was tricky. Her legs still barely held her own weight. But she did as Matt asked and pretended to rearrange the stack of boxes by the wall.

“Why are you here? What do you mean work?” Luke stepped into the living area. His brow was furrowed as he looked between Matt and Izabel.

“One of the donors screwed up and delivered all these boxes here instead of to the shelter and refused to redirect them. Matt came home at the perfect time ... or maybe the wrong time for him, seeing I roped him into carrying them all upstairs for me because I didn’t want to leave them on the pavement. They’d have been nicked in five minutes.”

Luke’s shoulders relaxed a little and Izabel took a deep breath. “Is everything in now?”

Matt nodded. “Yup. Just stacked the last of them. Iz said you’d help her get them to the shelter. Gimme a shout if you need a hand carrying them down to the van in the morning.”

“Yeah. Thanks. Will do. How was your job?”

“Shite. An all-cream office. Wall after wall of it. Yours?”

“A ginormous custom mural wallpaper. Came cut to size. One rip or tear and the whole thing would need replacing.”

Izabel noticed that Matt had kept his hands in his pockets. Hands that would have evidence of her all over them.

“Sounds fucking miserable. I’m going to go grab some food before rehearsal. See you later,” Matt said.

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