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  “Bedroom,” she told him.

  “Just show me where,” Matt agreed in a husky voice.

  Fortunately for them both, it was only a few steps away, just off the living room. Melissa led him there by the hand. When they got through the doorway, she was already undoing her own button and zipper. Matt reached over one shoulder to pull his shirt off over his head, and Melissa paused to watch, enamored of the simple gesture that was just so damned sexy.

  No, he wasn’t rippling with muscles, or bronzed from the sun. Nor was his chest waxed smooth the way she’d said she preferred. Matt had curling golden hair spread out evenly across his pecs, and a delicious-looking treasure trail disappearing into his open waistband. His belly wasn’t tight with a six-pack, but suddenly all Melissa wanted to do was lick it. And maybe bite it, a little.

  This was no slow seduction. She was sure neither of them could’ve stood waiting a minute longer than necessary to get naked. They stripped themselves and stood naked in front of each other—and for the first time with anyone, Melissa realized something.

  “What?” Matt asked.

  “I’m not embarrassed,” Melissa said, passing a hand over her breasts, belly, thighs. “About my body, I mean.”

  “Why would you be? It’s fucking gorgeous.”

  Melissa laughed, cupping her breasts again, the nipples still damp and tight from Matt’s mouth. “I mean, I’m not nervous being naked in front of you, Matt.”

  “Good.” He kissed her again. His cock nudged her belly.

  When he put his hands on her ass, kneading gently, Melissa shivered. “Bed.”

  Matt looked over her shoulder, then at her. “Melissa. Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

  “You must be the only guy who’s ever asked me if I was sure,” Melissa said with a lifted eyebrow. “That’s very, very sweet.”

  “What can I say, I’m a sweet guy.” Matt laughed, then looked serious. “I mean, I want to do this. God, I think I might bust something if I don’t get inside you....”

  Melissa drew in a gasp at that, so bold and blunt. So damned sexy. “I know.”

  “I just want to make sure you’re okay with it. Because...this isn’t the experiment anymore.”

  “I know that.” She shifted to press her belly against him, loving the thickness of his prick between them. This evidence of his desire. It made her knees weak.

  Matt passed a hand down her hair and gathered it into a tail at the base of her neck, then twisted his fingers into it. “I never got the impression you were into one-nighters.”

  “No. But this doesn’t feel like that. Does it?” This conversation would’ve been surreal with any other man she’d ever taken to bed, but somehow it fit with Matt. Analysis made sense.

  “No. Definitely not.”

  “Bed,” Melissa said again, more firmly. “I want this.”

  And Matt gave it to her. He pushed her back on the bed with his kisses, covered her with his body. The sweet weight of him pushed her hips upward. When he moved a little ways off her, Melissa made a noise of protest that turned quickly into a moan when his fingers found the heat and slickness between her legs.

  It felt as good as she’d imagined. Better, in fact. Matt’s fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed gently, then more firmly. His tongue stroked hers as his fingers dipped down into her pussy to fill her. He fucked into her gently with two fingers, his thumb pressing in gorgeous, perfect counterpoint on her clitoris, and Melissa shook with the pleasure.

  “Good?” Matt murmured into her mouth.

  “Very,” she whispered, and tilted her hips to give him more access. “Deeper.”

  Again, he gave her what she wanted. Needed. Craved. They’d already had four days of foreplay, and Melissa had spent the entire day imagining what it would be like to have sex with Matt. She was so close to tipping into orgasm already from just this simple exploration of her body that she put her hand on his wrist and looked at him.

  “You want me to slow down?” he asked.

  “It’s so good already, that’s all.”

  Matt shot her a super sexy grin. “Believe me, Melissa, I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself, here.”

  She laughed. “Oh, Matt.”

  “I’m serious.” He pressed a kiss to her throat, then her breasts, then slid down her body to draw a line with his tongue along her belly. He stopped at her hip, his fingers still stroking gently.

  She looked down at him. “I promise to judge you on quality, not quantity, okay?”

  He laughed and turned his face into her hip to bite it gently. “Good to know. So if I finish in like, half a minute, that’ll be okay?”

  “It’s sort of...oh...” She breathed out on a wave of pleasure as his thumb rubbed her clit in small circles. Her thigh muscles leaped and her hips bucked the tiniest amount. “Flattering.”

  “I want to taste you,” Matt said in a low voice.

  “Oh, God, please do,” came Melissa’s answer as she opened herself to him further.

  No anxiety, no fear, no embarrassment. Nothing she’d ever come to expect from a first time with someone. Matt slipped his fingers out of her and replaced them with his mouth and lips, his tongue, and Melissa shuddered to the very edge of orgasm almost at once.

  He pushed his hand under her ass while he lapped at her clit, then used his tongue to provide the same steady pressure his thumb had been giving. Tension built, up and up. She shook with it, but Matt held her still.

  Melissa looked down at his face buried between her thighs. Matt had his eyes closed. He made a long, low sound of pure desire, like she was the yummiest thing he’d ever tasted.

  Melissa went over. White-hot waves of desire swept over her. Her clit pulsed under Matt’s talented tongue as she came, fingers clutching at the sheets, hips bucking. Her vision went hazy with the ecstasy.

  She cried out his name.

  He followed her through it, easing off just right when the pressure would’ve been too much, but keeping his mouth teasing her through all the aftershocks. When she’d quieted, her breath still coming a little harsh in her throat but her body no longer twitching, Matt kissed her belly and moved up over her body to find her mouth.

  “Wow,” Melissa murmured, boneless and sated.

  Matt chuckled. “Good?”

  “Mmm, yes.” She opened her eyes and rolled to face him. “Unbelievably.”

  She thought he might be more insistent, then, about getting some for himself, but Matt just gathered her close and rolled them so he was on his back with Melissa supporting herself against his chest to look down at him. This gave her an excellent view of his erection, which beckoned the touch of her hand.

  He hissed when she took him in her fist, a look almost of pain flitting across his face. “Fuck.”

  Melissa, mindful of what he’d said, gave him a gentle, downward stroke, then slid her hand to cup his balls. “I’d like to repay the favor.”

  “I’ll never last,” he warned her, but with a grin. “And Melissa...I’m not one to turn down a good blow job....”

  “You’re sure it would be good, huh?” She stroked him upward, and Matt’s dick throbbed delightfully against her palm.

  “Yeah. I know it would. But I know that I’d shoot off in about two sucks.”

  “Hmm.” Melissa pretended to think about that. “That wouldn’t be much longer than it took me.”

  They both laughed at that, though breathlessly.

  “This feels good,” she told him as she let her fingers drift up and down his length. “I don’t mean the orgasm, though I have to tell you, Matt, it was spectacular.”

  He buffed his fingernails against his chest. “Thank ya, thank ya.”

  “Just...this. Altogether.”

  He looked at her seriously, then drew her to his mouth for a kiss. “Yeah, it does.”

  “I want to make love with you,” Melissa told him. “I don’t care if you come right away, I want you inside me.”

  Matt groaned but grinned. “Qua