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Finally, he did as he’d said earlier and buried his face between my legs. I cried out, then clamped my hand over my mouth, hoping that no one had heard. Most of the players were elsewhere, but a few were in their rooms.

Matt didn’t stop. In fact, he doubled down, licking and kissing until I was moaning his name and clawing at the sheets, needing something to send me over the edge into the bliss he kept teasing me with.

When he slid back up my body, his mouth latched onto mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue. He notched his cock between my thighs and thrust between them, gliding smoothly because of all the pre-cum he’d been leaking. He rocked back and forth, then groaned and stilled.

“Need a moment,” he gritted out, withdrawing from between my thighs and drawing in a few deep breaths. I was so tempted to bite the sensitive skin where his shoulder and neck connected, knowing how much that drove him crazy, but I held back.

When he seemed to get himself under control, he sat back on his heels. “Do you have a condom?”

I nodded. “In the pocket of my pants.”

I’d known I might need one when I’d made the decision to come to his room.

He scrambled off me, searched my pants, and grabbed the small foil packet from the pocket in the back of the waistband, at the lower back. He tore it open and rolled it on. “Is this okay?”

“More than.”

He lay over me once again and positioned himself at my entrance. Slowly, he inched forward, sheathing himself in me. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe evenly and relax to make room for him.

I was so full.

He took a moment—whether for his benefit or mine, I wasn’t sure—and then drew out and thrust back in. I whimpered as he ground into my clit, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him closer. We settled into an easy rhythm, nice and smooth and unhurried.

I could sense how close he was to the edge, but he didn’t leave me wanting. He filled me over and over again. Relentless in driving us toward our combined release. I hooked my ankles around his thighs and held him in place, working myself onto him from beneath.

Pleasure curled tighter inside me and I arched my back. He groaned and kissed the side of my neck, setting alight a hotspot that only he knew.

My orgasm hit me and I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my moans as I came, rippling around him. He stiffened and his cock pulsed deep within me. His whole body shuddered as he emptied into the condom.

He hovered above me for several seconds, coming down from the high. When his gaze caught mine, he pressed the softest, sweetest kiss to my lips. Tears almost sprang to my eyes, but I blinked them back, overwhelmed by the sudden swelling of emotion in my chest.

“I love you,” he whispered, then rolled off me before I could respond.

Perhaps he was scared of what I might say, or maybe he just wanted to spare me from having to say anything at all. Instead, he took off the condom and disposed of it in the bathroom.

When he returned, he lay alongside me and slung his arm over my waist, drawing me into the cradle of his body. I felt warm and cozy and safe in his arms, the same way I had all those years ago.

Despite his restful position, he practically radiated joy as he peppered little kisses on the back of my neck and shoulder, and my heart ka-thunked.

Maybe this time would be different. I hoped it would, even if I was afraid to believe that might actually be the case.

Snug in his embrace, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a short time later. The light was still on, but Matt was deep asleep beside me. Adrenaline jolted through me and I snapped my head around to look at the other bed, but thankfully, Jesse wasn’t in it. He might return at any moment, though, so I carefully extricated myself from Matt and managed to dress without waking him.

I tiptoed out, switching the light off as I did. The corridor outside was empty. Hopefully, that meant I could get back to my room with no one the wiser.

Chapter Twenty-Five

MATT

I expected to feel a warm, curvaceous body against mine as I awakened, but instead, the spot beside me in the bed was empty. Blindly, I reached out and patted around. The sheet was cold, indicating that Chelsey had been gone for some time.

I opened my eyes and blinked as they adjusted to the dimness of the hotel room. As my vision cleared, I looked around, searching for any indication that Chelsey might still be here.

Lifting myself up on one elbow, I scanned the floor, but her clothes had disappeared. Jesse snored softly on the other bed, lying spread-eagled on his front. Fortunately, he wasn’t naked, just in his underwear. He was on top of the bedspread, so he must have just undressed and collapsed as soon as he got back.

Had he seen Chelsey?