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Matt didn’t know if he’d made a mistake or the best decision of his life.

But when Maddie pressed against him, he didn’t care about anything. He hadn’t known that kisses alone could be so damn good, that a pair of lips pressed against his was enough to turn the world upside down.

Probably because it was those lips.

Her kiss was greedy and a little rough, as if she’d been thinking about kissing him for hours and was blinded by desire.

And, fuck, he liked the idea, as everything around them blurred.

Everything else became quiet and unimportant.

There was only the whooshing in his ears, the scent of lemon, and Maddie, the feeling of her fingers impatiently running under his shirt and finding bare skin.

She explored his back and then stroked down his chest to his stomach.

It was as if she’d been given a map of his body helpfully labeled everything I need to touch to drive Matt wild! To be fair, that was anywhere!

He groaned, grabbed her hair, pulled her up onto her tiptoes, and ran his tongue gently over hers, making her shiver in his arms as she continued to explore. Then she found his belt, unbuckled it, and put her hand in his pants.

He sucked in a sharp breath as she grasped his shaft.

She rubbed up and down it with just the right amount of pressure.

She pushed her tongue toward him and circled her thumb around his tip so that he pulsed uncontrollably in her grip.

At the same time, she pressed her hips against his, doubling the friction…

“Maddie,” he gasped. “You’re going too fast.”

“We only have fast, Matt,” she whispered against his lips, her breathing shallow, her pupils enlarged. “We’re standing in your parents’ hallway and the bed is too far away…”

“The bed is right behind this door!”

“Exactly, too far away. I want you now , so…”

He had to laugh because he could feel the desperation in her words vibrating through his veins. He was so hard it hurt. She wanted him and, apparently, all he had needed to be happy for the last week was to be wanted by Maddie, so…

“Well then,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to hers again and pushing her against the wall. He ran his lips down her neck and tasted her skin while he roughly cupped her breast with one hand, rubbing her nipple through the fabric, and slid the other under the skirt of her dress.

When he touched the edge of her panties, Maddie held her breath and dug her fingers into his bare back.

He paused and smiled broadly. “What did you say again?” he whispered against her ear before raining kisses down her jaw and continuing to rub her erect nipple with leisurely fingers.

“We don’t have time?” He ran two fingers gently over the fabric of her underwear but didn’t slip them under. “Then I should probably skip this.”

“Matt,” she gasped, thrusting her pelvis toward him.

“Mm hm?” He rubbed her harder through her panties.

“Matt, please …”

“Well, since you’re saying please,” he whispered, pushing her underwear aside and penetrating her with two fingers while at the same time running his thumb roughly over her center.

Maddie whimpered and, God, he loved the sounds she made as he pleasured her.

Loved the way she shuddered under his touch and gasped his name like it was something holy.

He loved the way she twitched when he added a third finger.

The way she clung to his shoulders and kissed him like a drowning woman as he circled her faster with his thumb.

She gave him everything. He could come from her intense reactions alone.

He wanted more, though. So, he pulled his hand away and gathered up her skirt to… Oh no.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom! I…”

“I’m on the pill, besides, you always use a condom,” Maddie whispered, kissing him as she pressed against him. She scratched the back of his head with her fingernails. “I trust you, Matt.”

Those words alone made him unbearably hard. And, suddenly, he couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

Maddie obviously felt the same way. She impatiently pushed his boxers down before shedding her own underwear and pulling him closer. “Lift me,” she whispered and he complied.

He wrapped an arm around her waist as she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed her against the wall, positioned himself correctly, and slowly let her slide down onto it.

She sank onto him. Agonizingly slowly.

And it was his death.

His sweet death, which he wished would last forever and ever.

Being inside her without a condom…feeling her tight, warm wetness around him…

It took all of his self-control not to come immediately.

Sweat formed on his forehead as she took in every last inch of his shaft and paused, breathless.

He stared at her, pressed deeper into her while the sensations stirred every nerve ending in his body.

Maddie was perfect. On him, against him, around him.

Then she began to rotate her pelvis, her hands clasped behind his neck. She rubbed his hard length and hot desire shot through him. She clouded his mind until his muscles began to work of their own accord.

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 miss a 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 your mother !”

“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.”