Page 85 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

Matt grinned as he dropped her on his bed and pulled his hoodie and T-shirt over his head. “You on board with something fast now, slow later? Because I’m feeling all kinds of dirty right now.” He took her hand and tugged her to her feet.

“God, that sounds perfect.”

Matt gripped the hem of her top, pulled it over her head, and slid his hands up her ribcage until he cupped her breasts, kneading them in his palms. “I fucking love kissing you, Izabel.”

Their mouths collided, a mutual give-and-take of tongues and lips and gasps of air. When Matt kissed her like this, her body lit up for him. Everywhere tingled in anticipation. She reached between them for his belt and unbuckled it as he unsnapped her bra. Then his lips were on her breasts, sucking her nipples. It was impossible to breathe, to focus, to see anything clearly. All she could focus on clearly was the sensation of her nipple being laved between the roof his mouth and his tongue, and sensations flooding her core.

Matt slid his hands down the back of her pants, beneath her underwear so he cupped the cheeks of her arse. Squeezing them, pulling them apart. God, how she burned for him. How everything in her body felt as though it were on fire, and he was the only person who could extinguish the flames.

“Take me, Matt,” she whispered in his ear.

Matt tugged her clothes off. Roughly, he pushed her back onto the bed, and buried his face between her legs.

Izabel gasped at the sudden intrusion, as his fingers and tongue played her like the chords in his favourite melody. When he slid two fingers deep inside her, she cried out his name.

“What you do to me, Izabel.” Matt groaned as he bit and sucked his way along her groin.

“Matt, please. I want you.”

Matt got to his feet, his features darkened with lust, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You want me, Iz? Like this? Now?” He shucked his clothes in record time.

“Just like this.”

Matt grabbed a condom from his bedside table and put it on.

No sooner had he done so than Matt slid inside her in one forceful thrust, making them both gasp.

“Don’t make me wait for it, Iz. I want to feel you come around me.” Matt grunted as he pulled out and slammed back into her. “Don’t. Make. Me. Wait.”

Izabel dug her nails into his back, as he fucked her mindlessly.

Thoughts wouldn’t form. Her body was alive with sensation after sensation. Matt kissed and bit and sucked on the skin across her chest, causing her clit to throb with a life of its own.

“Matt,” she gasped, breathless from the onslaught. “Yes. Just there.” There was nothing left for her to do but give in to the orgasm that threatened, and when it exploded within her, lights flashed behind her eyes. The muscles in her stomach tightened as she arched her back in release.

“Oh my God,” she cried out as the shockwaves pulsed through her.

“Yeah, Iz. When you come, it makes me want to fuck you even harder,” Matt growled as his pace increased.

She opened her eyes to watch him. She’d be sore in the morning, but Lord, to see Matt lose control. To see him lose any shred of decency and just take her was ...

“Fuck, Iz. Squeeze me. Yeah. Make me come. I need it. I need you.”

Izabel repeated the tightening of her muscles, feeling him jerk against her as she did so.

“Iz,” Matt groaned. She could feel everything, every twitch, every spasm as he came. When it was over, he stayed seated deep inside her, their skin pressed tightly together, as they gained their breath.

“I don’t want to fight with you ever again, but I love make-up sex,” he muttered.

Izabel laughed as he lifted off her. Matt reached between them and slid his dick out of her before he flopped onto his back. He tugged her to him, guiding her head to his shoulder.

His eyes studied hers as he ran a finger along her cheek. “Beautiful,” he said, before he kissed her softly, a kiss that told her he loved her just as much as she loved him.

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“Why the fuck are we here?” Jase said, glancing through the window of the small but historic Castle Hotel window. “And what’s with the urgency?”

Matt shrugged. “Honestly, I know nothing more than Stryker has taken over the bar for a private party, and Simon, their manager, wanted to see us.”

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