Page 54 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

He pushed the door open to his apartment and bit his lip as Izabel walked by him. He reached for her denim jacket to slide it off her shoulders, but she stepped out of his reach.

“No sex until we’ve both eaten. I’m starving.”

“I’m starving too. Come to bed and we can eat each other.”

Izabel laughed. “You’re going to have a hangover in the morning if you don’t eat.”

Before he could rationalise the fact he wanted to fuck her and she wanted to eat, she bent over and rummaged in his freezer drawer. He stepped up behind her, gripped her hips. “You want to start in the kitchen, I’m here for it.”

“Matt,” she said, laughing. “Little drunk boys get food. Good stuff before the fun stuff.” She stood with a packet of fish fingers. “Our ‘how we got together’ story.”

“Which seems to be stopping us from getting together right now. Fucking fish sticks.” He watched her dance around his kitchen, turning on the grill, decanting the fish fingers onto the grill pan, and sliding them under the grill.

She pulled out the stool and perched him on it. “Sit. It’ll be ready in ten minutes.” She buttered the bread with efficiency.

“What if there’s something else I want to do in the next ten minutes?” He palmed his hand over his hardening dick.

Izabel looked down at his hand and bit her lip. “Everything comes to those who wait.”

“What about those who can’t wait to come?”

Her laughter was the sweetest sound. She ran her finger over his bottom lip. “Are you really pouting?”

He snapped at her finger, biting it gently before running his tongue over the tip. It tasted lightly of butter. “You won’t give me what I want. What else am I supposed to do?”

She pulled the fish fingers from the grill, placed them on bread she’d buttered. “Wait. And eat.” She slid a plate across the counter.

“Fine. Seeing as you cooked it. But as soon as you are done, I’m stripping you naked.”

Izabel changed the size of her bites to tiny nibbles. The glimmer in her eye told him she was teasing him.

“Eat your fucking sandwich, Iz,” he growled. He shovelled his own into his mouth at record speed.

“I didn’t realise how hungry I was,” Izabel groaned, eventually taking the last bite.

Matt stood, grabbed both their plates, and threw them into the sink. One shattered, but that didn’t matter as he grabbed Izabel.

Izabel bit her lip, and he leaned forward to kiss her. “That lip’s mine to chew on,” he muttered as he stood between her knees. “Come shower with me.”

He pulled back from her a little. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated so he could barely see the pale green. The idea of her wet and soapy in his shower was more than his system could process. Furiously, he began to strip Izabel naked. Her denim jacket, the soft white T-shirt, the black leggings. Meanwhile, Izabel slid her fingers beneath the hem of his T-shirt and tugged it over his head. They were down to their underwear before they reached the hallway. Naked before they hit the bathroom.

His dick ached for her.

On the way past the vanity unit, he grabbed a condom and placed it on the ledge in the shower.

Izabel turned the water on, and for a moment, he paused to take in the curved lines on her, like the lines of his guitar. And just like his guitar, he wanted to play her all night long.

Izabel turned around to face him, tilting her head back beneath the spray as she ran her hands through her hair. He stepped forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her to gasp.

“Matt,” she said, moving her fingers from her hair to his own. He loved when she tugged.

“I can’t believe I get to do this, Iz. Be with you like this.”

Iz pulled his face to hers and he let her. She could have him any way she wanted if she kept looking at him with all the trust and lust and love in her eyes. The way she smiled at him could guarantee her anything she wanted.

Matt stepped beneath the spray with her, kissing her deeply. The feel of her skin against his turned the hardened pieces of his heart to mush.

When she dropped to her knees in front of him, just outside the spray of the shower, he grasped her chin. “You don’t have to do that,” he growled. He meant it. She didn’t. But, fuck, if she really wanted to, he wasn’t going to get in her way.

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