Page 63 of Pucking Your Best Friend

He laughed hoarsely. “Are you serious?”

She nodded.

“Once?”

“Once.”

“Good,” he whispered—before pressing her against the kitchen island and lowering his mouth to hers.

Chapter 16

It felt like she had kissed Matt a hundred times. Like every single one of her past dreams had come true. Like they were constantly pouncing on each other.

Matt’s lips were rough, his touch familiar. One hand held her neck and the other was on her waist as he continued pushing against her, letting his weight sink against her, trapping her between his body and the kitchen island.

He was already hard. She felt his erection against her stomach. And the idea that she was responsible for it, just with her words and a kiss, fueled the desire that moved with a lush energy through her body. Matt ran his fingers up her ribs, exploring the contours of her body before cupping her breast over the delicate dress fabric and rubbing his thumbs over her erect nipples.

She gasped and instinctively bit his lip. Needing an outlet for all the sensations coursing through her body, she went exploring as well. Reaching under his shirt, she explored his warm, smooth skin before wandering up his six-pack, touching him wherever she could reach. She felt his muscles respond under each caress. She wanted to feel more, but there was too much fabric was in the way.

So, she opened his shirt buttons and pushed the garment off his strong shoulders. Then, Matt lifted her and sat her on the kitchen counter, gathered up her dress, and pushed himself between her bare thighs. She sighed contentedly as he pressed against her with his tongue still between her lips. Tiny lightning bolts blitzed around her mouth and penetrated deep into her abdomen. Everything tingled. Everything was too much, yet not enough. She wanted to look at him, to finally enjoy the sight of his defined muscles, but she was too busy touching.

She pushed her hips toward him and wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him even closer. She wanted more friction. Needed more friction. His jeans, however, were in the way. She wanted to touch him.Everywhere. Wanted everything. Right now. But…

“Matt!” she gasped, pulling away from him. “Unhygienic. Having sex right here would beincrediblyunhygienic.”

He laughed softly and shook his head. “Shit, if you can still think about what is hygienic and what isn’t, I must be doing something wrong. I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

The next moment, he picked her up and carried her toward the bedroom. She squealed and clung to his shoulders while Matt kissed the spot on her neck where her pulse was pounding hard. She couldn’t figure out how he could keep driving her crazy without running them into the doorframe, but less than twenty seconds later, he dropped her unscathed on his bed.

She wasn’t ready to move on to the main event yet, though. She wasn’t done kissing him and enjoying him slowly. She wanted more of it. She wanted to taste him. If they only had this one night, she wanted to doeverything. It would be months or years before she found her dream man and had sex again, so she had to savor this.

She pushed him back and rose from the bed. “Don’t move,” she whispered.

“Why…” But he didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he followed her hands as she slid them down his chest through the fine hairs. She kissed the spot above his heart and unbuckled his belt. The metal clicked as she stood on her tiptoes to pepper kisses over his stubbly jaw. When the belt was completely unfastened, she sank to her knees, pulling his boxers and jeans with her before running her fingers up his muscular legs. Kissing his stomach…licking his length. Because she couldn’t wait.

Matt flinched and his breathing paused. She glanced up at him and grinned. “I told you not to move!” He stared at her, his pupils dilated, before he swallowed and nodded almost imperceptibly. She slowly took him into her mouth. Inch by inch. Her gaze still anchored to his, she sucked and licked him, enjoying every second.

A moan slipped out of Matt’s mouth that only turned her on more. She had forgotten how good it felt to give someone such pleasure, to know that she was responsible for the rough sounds coming from his throat. That she was the reason he was so incredibly hard. He pulsed in her mouth. So, she squeezed her lips tighter around him. Tasted him…

“Fuck, Maddie,” he groaned, “you have to slow down.”

She circled his tip with her tongue.

“Maddie,” he moaned again.

She pulled away and smiled up at him through lowered eyelids. “I thought you didn’t moan names.”

“Well, I usually don’t sleep with my friends either,” he whispered.

“Dax will be incredibly disappointed.”

“I know. But he’s not my type.”

“So, you’re making an exception for me?” she replied, sucking him briefly again, causing his eyes to close.

“Oh, shit. It looks like it. I…I…Maddie, you have to stop!” He put his hands around her face and forced her to look at him. “Our one time is not going to end likethis.”

Not their first — their one time.

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