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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 be incredibly unhygienic.”

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 do everything .

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 like this .”

Not their first — their one time.

Yes, he was absolutely right about that.

She let him pull her to her feet, kissed him open-mouthed, pushing her hips against his erection while Matt tugged at the hem of her dress and finally yanked it over her head.

“Damn it, you weren’t lying. You’re not wearing a bra.”

“It didn’t fit.”

“I’m grateful to your dress for that,” he whispered, raising his hands, perhaps to touch her…but he changed his mind halfway there. Instead, he stepped back and just looked at her. Let his gaze wander over her naked body. Scanning every inch of her.

Maddie should have been shy, perhaps uncomfortable with Matt staring at her so shamelessly.

But she wasn’t, and she wouldn’t be. This was Matt. She trusted him with her life. He wouldn’t laugh at her, never make her feel like she wasn’t perfect the way she was.

“God, you are beautiful,” he whispered and swallowed. “You better get on the bed now before I get too rough.”

Her cheeks caught fire. “Maybe I like rough,” she breathed.

Matt’s eyes darkened, his irises now almost as black as his pupils. “Is that so?” he replied roughly, turning his back to her and walking to a shelf. He grabbed something and held it behind his back as he turned to her again. “Why aren’t you on the bed?”

He shook his head reproachfully and wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her and tossing her onto the mattress before crawling over her.

His chest brushed against hers as he pushed her up the bed with a hard thigh between her legs.

He captured her arms with his hands, pressed his fingers into her skin, and pinned her arms above her head…

where she felt something fluffy click around her wrist. First one, and then the other.

Her breathing quickened and she glanced up at the handcuffs he had fastened around his bed frame. “What are you doing?” she gasped, excitement coursing through her.

“What does it look like?”

“But…”

“I don’t want you running away, Maddie,” he whispered darkly, kissing her neck. Her collarbone. The top of her breast. “Now it’s my turn to play.” The next moment, he closed his lips around one of her nipples and sucked on it.

Maddie lifted her upper body off the mattress as she arched toward him, flashes of pleasure shooting through her center.

“Apart from that…” He looked up, ran his hand down her stomach, and slipped it into her panties.

“I’ve actually never used them before and I want to know what kind of sounds you make when I do this and you can’t defend yourself.

” His thumb found her most sensitive spot with precision and stroked it roughly.

She whimpered and lifted her hips off the mattress. He was too slow, though. She wanted to grab his wrist and make him go faster, but the handcuffs stopped her.

She groaned in frustration.

Matt grinned. “Yes, that’s more or less what I imagined. And what happens here?” He pushed two long fingers into her. Back and forth, rubbing the right spot again and again.

Maddie gasped and narrowed her eyes. She raised her pelvis toward him again, but he pulled his hand away.

She instinctively tugged at the handcuffs again but was helpless. “Matt! Please…”

“I’m not finished yet,” he replied softly. “I want to know how you react to this…” The next moment, he pressed his lips to her hot center and sucked on it.

Maddie went mad. She couldn’t free herself from the handcuffs, so she wrapped her hands around the iron bars of the bed while Matt tortured her with his tongue, drawing circles against her. Then, he used a finger and plunged his tongue into her at the same time.

It was too much for her. She felt the orgasm building inside her at lightning speed and her abdomen contracting. But just when the first wave threatened to overwhelm her, Matt jerked his hand and lips away.

Her eyes flew open and she stared at him in disbelief. “Matt! I need… I want…”

She saw him swallow before leaning over her and ripping open his nightstand to fish out a condom. “I know. Me too. But I want to be inside you. When you come. I have to be inside you when you come.”

He kissed her deeply as he fiddled with her wrists and the pressure of the handcuffs abruptly gave way.

“You’ll need both hands for this,” he murmured and gently pulled her lower lip between his teeth as his hard erection pressed against her stomach.

As he slid lower, his hardness glided through her wetness.

Suddenly, she was nervous. “Matt,” she said, cupping his face so he would look at her. “It’s been a really long time for me and…and…”

“I know.” He kissed her gently. He ran his lips over her jaw and behind her ear. “I’ll be careful, Maddie. Do you trust me?”

She didn’t even have to think about it, merely nodded. Sometimes it was advantageous to have sex with your best friend.

“Okay,” he whispered and slipped on the condom before positioning himself between her thighs. She felt his tip. She was nervous, but at the same time, she wanted him to go faster.

Matt kissed her again, ran his hands gently down her ribs…and sank into her. Inch by inch, he filled her. He took his time. He kept pulling back before sliding back inside her. Deeper. Harder. Until he was completely buried.

It was fantastic. She felt…complete, even before he started moving.

Maddie groaned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, raising her pelvis toward him in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

She repeatedly felt his hard shaft sliding over the right spot and knew that she wouldn’t last long; the sensations were already taking over.

She kissed Matt, whimpering against his lips as he ran his hand between their bodies. Stroked her middle once. Twice.

That was all she needed. The orgasm rolled over her with the force of two trucks, burning up her insides as Matt repeatedly sank deep inside her.

“Fuck, I love it,” he whispered in her ear, following her. Still contracting rhythmically around him, she felt his whole body tense as he thrust into her one last time, his lips pressed to her neck.

For a few endless moments, they didn’t move just lay in each other’s arms, as close as one could be when skin was against skin.

Then, Matt took a shuddering breath, pulled out, and removed the condom.

“That was…” she said breathlessly.

“A good one time ?”

“ Good is an understatement!”

He grinned at her. “Really? Keep going.”

She laughed loudly and slapped him on the shoulder. “No way! That would only feed your ego.”

“I think my ego deserves it.”

She snorted even though she had to smile and slid one of her feet between his legs.

She was so…content. Everything about that moment was beautiful.

Carefree. Free. She hadn’t felt like this in ages.

She had forgotten what had happened earlier that evening and wasn’t thinking about what would happen tomorrow. And that was so incredibly precious.

She put a hand on Matt’s bare chest and drew circles on it before finally asking softly, “You honestly had never used the handcuffs before?”

“No.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. “Like I said, it was a joke gift from one of my sisters.”

“From Nell,” she guessed immediately.

He snorted. “Yes, Nell.”

She grinned. It was obvious. His oldest sister had that sense of humor.

“I unwrapped the handcuffs in front of my parents and all my friends. It was a celebration.”

She laughed. “I like Nell.”

“Don’t tell her that this weekend. She’ll start competing with me to see who you like better.”

“Oh, you’re ahead by one orgasm.”

“Lucky me.”

“No, no, lucky me ,” she said, grinning up at him.

He snorted and pressed a hand against her face. “You’d better not tell her that. She might take it the wrong way.”

“But won’t she be happy that you finally used her thoughtful gift?” she asked innocently.

He looked at her dolefully.

She laughed. “Okay. No handcuff stories at your parents’ table. Noted.”

“Very good.” He closed his eyes and she settled into the crook of his arm.

She was exhausted, in the best way. Her eyelids were heavy, her body happy but tired. If she wanted to, she could just doze off now, but then she remembered something.

“Oh, by the way, we have a date with Dax, Lucy, and Jack tomorrow,” she murmured and snuggled closer to his shoulder…which immediately tensed up.

“ What ?”

Why was he being difficult? “Yes, we’re meeting at Dax’s after the game.”

“But I don’t want to…”

“Shh, I’m tired,” she said, putting her hand over his mouth. “That was exhausting. I need some rest.”

“Maddie…”

“Please, Matt,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “For me.”

He sighed quietly, but it was a silent agreement. And that was all she needed right then.

She was so incredibly satisfied. It was warm and the bed so soft…but just before she drifted off, she felt Matt carefully place her head on a pillow and the mattress give way as he stood.

Right. It was a one-time thing. They probably shouldn’t fall asleep together. It was only sex. Nothing more. And everything would be fine as long as they were open about it.

Still, the bed became strangely cold and hard without him.