Page 85 of Pucking Your Best Friend

He continued to gaze into her eyes as he moved inside her. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her face. He didn’t want to missa single reaction – her slightly open, trembling lips, the pure desire reflected in her pupils as her head fell back against the wall, the violently beating pulse in her neck, her flushed cheeks, which darkened with each thrust, until she obviously couldn’t hold back any longer, her hip movement becoming more hectic. Faster and faster. She rubbed herself against his shaft as he slid in and out of her.

He couldn’t wait any longer, either. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing every spot he touched, and thrust harder into her. He matched her rhythm, reached between their bodies, and pressed his thumb to her pulsating center, driving into her again and again uncontrollably.

Maddie groaned hoarsely in his ear and contracted infinitely tightly around him. She began to throb…and pulled him with her. It was too much.

He came with a dark gasp and poured himself into her. Waves of ecstasy shot through his body, but he didn’t stop rubbing his thumb roughly over her most sensitive spot, prolonging her orgasm. He pulled back once more and buried himself in her again while his thighs trembled from the exertion. It was too good. Too hot.

Maddie clung to him, biting his shoulder before finally going limp in his arms.

Panting, he raised his head and kissed her. He ran his thumb over her heated cheeks and pressed his lips against hers repeatedly. He was right: He hadn’t had enough of her. Still buried inside her, he was already missing her.

Shit, he was completely at her mercy.

A trembling feeling of panic spread through his chest and sent unrest through his veins. What if it didn’t work out or she changed her mind?

But when Maddie ran her lips over his jaw as light as a feather and pulled him even closer with her arms…he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. He would just…

“Matt, it’s been a lot longer than thirty minutes! Where are you?” came an agitated female voice, his mother.

They flinched, staring at each other with their mouths gaping. Then they started giggling silently. Maddie pressed one hand over his mouth because the bottled-up sounds were escaping, but she grinned broadly, too. “Shh! She’ll hear us!” she hissed before pulling her fingers away from his face.

“I thought you were so keen on telling everyone we were doing it,” he replied, amused.

Her cheeks turned dark red. “Not yourmother!”

“Ah, so that’s your limit.”

“Matty, are you upstairs?” she called out as the wood creaked.

“Oh, shit,” Maddie hissed and pushed against his shoulders, probably so he would let her down. However, he wasn’t ready to let her go yet.

“Yes, I’m coming right now, Mom!” he replied calmly over his shoulder even as he felt himself growing hard inside her. Maddie was wriggling in his arms, chuckling softly in his ear, and rubbing against him and, man, the woman was driving him crazy.

“Okay, but hurry up!” his mother said, and then there was silence again.

He glanced back at Maddie, who had paused, staring at him wide-eyed. “You’re…”

“I know.”

She swallowed and licked her lips. “But we can’t do it again…”

He lifted one corner of his mouth and kissed her firmly on the lips, and then whispered, “I know that, too. But when we get home, we’ll do this again.” He kissed her neck and temple, and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. “On my couch. In your bed.In the shower. On the damn kitchen island. And I want to be tied down, too. It only seems fair to be completely at your mercy for once and for all.”

He noticed goosebumps making their way down her arms as she bit her lip and traced his face with her fingertips. “Okay. But I have to warn you, I might not be as gentle as you were back then.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m counting on it.”

Chapter 23

Matt did everything he’d promised her in his parents’ hallway.

And more.

Maddie would never be able to look at the kitchen island again without blushing. They’d also needed to buy bigger handcuffs, because the pink ones didn’t fit Matt’s wrists. It was the best investment she’d ever made! On Tuesday morning, Matt flew out for a series of away games, so Maddie slept in, lingering in his bed because it smelled like him and carried all the sweet memories of the last few days. Besides…she was Matt’s girlfriend now.

Oh God, she was Matt’sgirlfriend. If ESPN found out she’d set herself up with their best client…oh, whatever! The media frenzy surrounding Matt had died down since the restaurant incident and right now, no one was interested in him. Except her, of course. She was interested in every inch of him. Still, she hadn’t said her new…uh,titleout loud. She was rather certain that Matt had meant a committed relationship when he’d talked aboutsomething serious, but it was enough for her to know that they were at least both on the same emotional level.

She was almost certain that they were both on the infatuation train — which wasn’t difficult, since she’d already loved Matt as a friend. The next step hadn’t seemed very large to her.

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