Page 37 of A Single Soul

Matt pushed my button-up shirt over my shoulders, and I shrugged it away. It snagged on my hand, and I shook it off like a spider web before putting my hand back on Matt’s body where it belonged.

We got rid of my T-shirt. Then Matt nudged me back a step, and I got the message—we needed to be someplace more comfortable. Ideally someplace horizontal.

Fortunately, my apartment came equipped with just such a place, and oh my God, this had to be a dream. There was no way I was dragging Matt Russo down on top of me in my bed. No way we were making out. Rubbing clothed hard-ons together. Running hands all over bare skin. This wasn’t possible. Finding ourselves transported here to our building was a hell of a lot more believable than Matt being here, half-naked and fully hard, groaning into my kiss and trembling with barely restrained need. Need forme.

I dragged my nails up his back, reveling in his shuddering moan.

He pushed himself up on his hands and gazed down at me, as out of breath as I was. “This is…” He licked his swollen lips. “This is not how I saw tonight playing out.”

I laughed, sounding a bit drunk, and I teased his nipple with my thumbnail. “Same, but I have no complaints.”

The little grin that flickered across his gorgeous mouth gave me more goose bumps. So did that kiss as he sank back down on top of me.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he murmured. “I just… God, I want you.”

That was the closest I’d ever been to words almost sending me over the edge. My toes curled and my back arched, and by some miracle, I didn’t actually lose it. Breathless and trembling, I said, “We could start by getting naked.”

“Mmm, good idea,” he growled, and then his kiss almost finished the job.

Getting his pants off didn’t take much work, seeing as he preferred a more relaxed fit. The snug-assplease-check-out-my-butt-and-package, gentlemenpants I was wearing? Well, that was neither easy nor graceful, but in the end, they were on the floor with his clothes. Perfect.

“Ooh,” he purred as he closed his fingers around my erection. “You’re packing even more than I thought.”

Some snarky part of me wanted to ask just how much he’d thought about what I was packing, but that part short-circuited into silence because oh, fuck, this man’s hands were talented. His strokes were slow and perfect, driving me absolutely out of my mind.

I still had some synapses firing, though. Particularly the ones involved in thinking I should reciprocate, and also that I wanted my hands on him, too. He was hardly lacking, either, but what had my pulse soaring was the way my first stroke made him close his eyes and swear. God, I could get lost in watching his hunger and arousal play out on his face. The lip bites. How he’d squeeze his eyes shut, or how they’d fly open when he gasped and shivered. The subtle flush in his fair skin. Even the magic he was working on my dick couldn’t pull my attention away from how sexy and responsive he was.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, thrusting into my hand as he pumped my cock. “I can’t decide if I want to spend the whole night doing everything, or if I just want you to fuck me until I cry.”

My own strokes faltered. I couldn’t decide either. Exploring every inch of him and savoring this man I’d never imagined touching? Or pounding him into the mattress? All those times I’d heard him through the ceiling—was I really about to hear all that up close? Was I really about to drive those delicious sounds out of him?

I squirmed on the mattress. “I think I’m too keyed up to take it slow.”

Matt’s eyes sparked with both surprise and interest. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips. “You game?”

The gleam in those eyes answered before his mouth did, and when he spoke, his voice came out hoarse with need: “Fuck taking it slow.”

I grinned as goose bumps sprang up all over my spine. “Let me get a condom.”

Chapter 12

Matt

I was going to come absolutely unraveled.

Just watching Cory rolling on the condom with unsteady hands had my heart pounding and my mind racing. I still couldn’t get my head around everything that had happened at the club. That I’d watched him walk away from that other guy and somehow—from some reserve I’d probably never find again—conjured up the courage to ask Cory to dance. And dancing had turned into…

I shivered. That first kiss had been unreal. I’d always loved kissing, but no one had ever stopped my world on a dime like Cory had the moment our lips had touched. All this time, wondering what his mouth would taste like, what his body would feel like, and now it was real.

“Christ,” he muttered as he finally got the condom to cooperate. “These things are too complicated when I’m this turned on.”

I laughed, almost delirious with need and arousal and a million things I’d never felt before. Not even in those early days with the man I’d intended to spend the rest of my life with.

As Cory came closer, probably about to ask me how I wanted it, I cupped his neck and claimed another kiss. He didn’t protest. A soft moan vibrated against my lips, and then we were sinking down to the bed, naked and tangled up in each other. I wanted—needed—him balls deep in me, but I couldn’t get enough of his perfect kiss.

It was Cory who broke that kiss, panting hard as he touched his forehead to mine. “I did… I did all that work getting the condom on.” He brushed our lips together. “Shouldn’t let it go to waste.”

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