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  “I dreamed about you last night,” he said.

  Melissa’s mouth brushed his throat again, and she looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You did?”

  “Yeah.”

  She smiled. He wanted to lick that smile. He wanted to get on his knees in front of her for that smile. He wanted to worship every last bit of her bare skin because of it. Fuck, he was a mess.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling just enough to tip his head the barest amount. “What did you dream about?”

  “This,” Matt said, voice rough. “Kissing you. Touching you.”

  Melissa groaned, a fucking sexy sound that would’ve made his prick twitch if it weren’t already forced tight against the front of his jeans. “Oh, Matt….”

  He kissed her mouth, then moved his lips along her jaw to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to touch you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered back, sounding giddy and excited. Maybe a little embarrassed.

  All the things he felt.

  Matt put his hand on her hip, then moved it up her ribs, but hesitated before cupping her breast the way he was dying too. They looked into each other’s eyes. All of this was okay, in fact they’d been led to it, but all at once he wasn’t sure he could go through with it.

  “What?” she asked softly.

  “Are you sure about this?” Matt asked.

  Melissa used a fingertip to stroke his sideburn. “Yes. I am. Are you?”

  “I want to,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, Melissa, I’m hard enough to bust my zipper.”

  “When I was filling out the report last night, after I left here,” she said in a voice as low as his, “I had a really hard time putting my thoughts about this experiment into words. Not because I couldn’t think of them, or because I was embarrassed or anything. It’s just science, after all.”

  “Then why?” He inched his hand up, his knuckles barely brushing the underside of her breast.

  “Because I didn’t really believe, when I started this experiment, that it was going to go this way,” she admitted. “The first time I saw you, I really didn’t believe I’d get to this point and want to do everything I want to do.”

  For some reason this relieved him. “No?”

  She laughed, and he fucking loved that she could, just now, laugh. “Not really.”

  “I always knew I could do it,” Matt said. “But yeah, I didn’t think I’d want to. Like this.”

  She kissed him gently. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to be proving or disproving here. I just know that I can’t stop thinking about you, that I want your hands all over me. I want to put mine all over you.”

  Matt groaned and pressed his face to her neck. “Yeah. Me too.”

  “So do it,” Melissa urged, arching her back a little. Her voice had gone throaty, breathy. Raw. “Touch me, Matt. All over.”

  He hadn’t been this excited to touch a breast since…well, since he couldn’t remember how long. When he slid his palm up and over the soft fabric of her T-shirt, cupping her, Melissa shivered. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matt rubbed a thumb over her nipple and cursed the “over the clothes” rule.

  She kissed him, mouth open. Matt rubbed her nipple again, feeling the tight knot under her shirt. Without thinking, just acting, he pinched it gently, rolling it. Melissa arched again, her tongue stroking his. Her leg curved over his hip and she hooked her heel against him, pulling his body closer to hers.

  The kisses got deeper but slower. Not frantic. Knowing this could only go so far was frustrating and yet terrifically erotic—concentrating on every single touch, kiss, stroke, every shift and movement.

  He was also beginning to think he was going to come in his jeans if he wasn’t careful.

  Matt nudged his thigh up against Melissa’s groin and grinned when she let out the softest, sexiest groan. His hand went to her ass, cupping it, pushing her to gently rock against him. She opened her eyes.

  This close, he could count every single shade of brown in her eyes. Every freckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone like this.”

  She licked her lips. “No?”

  Matt shook his head, pressing her gently against his thigh again and watching her eyelashes flutter. He watched her throat as she swallowed, her head tipping back in an invitation he gladly took. He mouthed her skin, nibbling the way she had, and her hips rocked against him.

  “No,” Matt said, and left it at that.

  The four hours that had seemed so damned long that first night now went by at super speed. They moved together on the bed, rolling, changing positions. Kissing, always kissing. Hands roaming.

  Matt nuzzled at Melissa’s breast, finding her nipple with his lips and tongue, lipping it through her shirt. “You have great….”

  “Tits?” she said with a laugh. “You were going to say tits. It’s okay.”

  He tugged gently on her nipple with his lips again. “Yeah. I didn’t know if you’d get pissed off or whatever.”

  “Not so long as you keep doing that,” Melissa said dreamily.

  So he did. One, then the other. Her nipples stood out like bullets. How could he have ever thought small breasts weren’t as sexy? Matt kissed his way down her belly, too, finding the spot where her T-shirt had ridden up, exposing her bare flesh. Surely if it had just been pushed up by accident, that didn’t count as going against the rules, did it?

  She said his name when his lips touched her, and arched against him. Her hands found his head and her fingers twisted, tugging at his hair. Matt’s cock ached, the pressure of his jeans and the bed beneath him so great he wanted to just…fuck into it, just rub himself all over something until he exploded.

  He looked up at her. Fuck, she was sexy. Head turned, mouth open, the barest sliver of her belly showing. He slid a hand between her thighs to press the heel of his palm against her pussy. Melissa gave another of those sexy sighs and pushed herself against his hand.

  Then she looked down at him. She took a handful of his shirt at the shoulder. Pulled him up and on top of her. His cock fit just right against her, right in the sweet spot, and both of them gave nearly identical cries.

  “Kiss me,” she said.

  He did. And they moved together. Dry humping, yeah, so not romantic, so not…adult…but so fucking sexy? Yes. Hell, yes. Matt pumped his hips gently against her, not as hard as if he’d been inside her, though that was what he was imagining. No, with their clothes between them and his cock ready to burst from the pressure, he didn’t have the capability of full-on thrusting. But this gentle, subtle press, release….

  She matched it. Lifting her hips and moving them in small, slow circles as she kissed him. Every so often she’d suck his tongue in rhythm to their moving, and every time she did, Matt could feel the sensation all the way clear to his balls, which were getting painfully tight.

  “This is…crazy,” Melissa said. “This is so…fucking insane, Matt.”

  “I know, I know,” he whispered. “Should we stop? Should I…?”

  “No.” She laughed again, though it was broken by a gasp when he pressed his cock against her again. “God, no. I’m so turned-on I think I’m going to…just…oh, just a little more like that….”

  He hadn’t come in his pants since high school, but the feeling was so good, rushing up from his balls and getting ready to boil out of his cock—

  The buzzer sounded.

  Melissa’s eyes opened and she stopped moving underneath him. Matt stopped, too. He was moments, maybe seconds, away from jetting into his boxers. Hovering on the edge of orgasm, he took slow, sipping breaths, trying to focus on her, the buzzer, the fact the session was up. It was over.

  “Oh, shit,” Melissa whispered, then giggled. “I guess that’s it for tonight.”

  “Don’t move,” Matt said with a smile, though seriously. “I’m so close….”

  Her eyebrows rose. She swiped a tongue along her lower lip, leaving it glistening. “Really?”

  He felt sort of stupid