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She teased him for a few minutes before raising her head and sitting back on her heels. “I can’t wait any longer, Matt.”
He sat up and reached for the condoms. “Oh, thank God.” He leaned forward and kissed her, sweetly and tenderly, his tongue caressing hers. “I was dangerously close to embarrassing myself.”
She laughed, happiness rippling through her, but the laugh quickly turned into a moan when he rolled her onto her back and caught her nipple between his teeth, tugging gently. Through hooded eyes, she watched as he opened one of the foil packets and rolled the condom over his swollen length. He kissed his way back up from her breasts, dragging his mouth over her collarbone, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck as he eased his weight on top of her, supporting himself on his forearms. Reaching down, he pressed the thick head of his cock against her slick entrance. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers in a promising, deliberate rhythm.
“Yes?” He pulled back slightly, his eyes finding hers.
She nodded rapidly. “Yes. God, yes.”
With one smooth, slow stroke, he pushed into her, the gorgeous friction both intense and perfect. She’d never been with a man with . . . well, with a freaking Kraken in his pants before, and now, after just one thrust, she wasn’t sure she could ever go back. She felt so deliciously full, and she never wanted this to end. Never had a man felt so incredible inside her. Good, sure. Great, even. But this, with Matt? It was a completely different level. Hell, it was a completely different game.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper as he thrust in and out, his forehead pressed to hers. A bead of sweat trickled from his hairline and onto her cheek and she had the insane urge to taste it. Because it was part of him.
“Is this working for you?” he asked, his breathing heavy.
She opened and closed her mouth, not really having an answer. No one had ever asked her that before. “Uh . . . it feels pretty incredible, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. “Let’s try this.” He moved up along her body, and she felt his cock shift inside her. A shuddery moan escaped her lips as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed through her at the new angle. Instead of thrusting in and out, he started thrusting up and down, and she felt like her bones were dissolving.
“Rock up into me,” he said before teasing his tongue along the ridges of her ear. She did and every muscle in her core tightened.
“Oh, wow,” she gasped out as the movement ground her clit against the base of his cock.
“Good?”
“Awesome,” she managed, the word coming out mostly as a moan.
He chuckled against her, but kept up his rhythm, and soon a tight coil of pleasure snapped free deep inside her. She rocked against him as she came, and with a few more strokes, he followed her over the edge.
For a few minutes they simply lay, tangled in each other’s arms, skin to skin and heart to heart. He raised his head and looked at her, a cocky smile on his face. “I think you liked that.”
“I think I did too, but we’d better do it again, just to make sure.”
He laughed and kissed her, sweet and gentle. “Oh, absolutely.”
* * *
Several hours later, Ellie lay in Matt’s arms, both of them blissfully sated, sweaty and limp-limbed. Condom wrappers littered the floor, strewn around the empty champagne bottle. He’d had a feeling their chemistry would translate to the bedroom, and holy fucking shit, had he been right. A couple of hours with Ellie and she’d ruined him for other women.
“If you were a character in a comic book, I think your name would be the Kama Sutra Cop.”
He laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I like figuring out what you like.” A band of pain seared the edges of his heart, because he wished he had more time to explore and enjoy Ellie, both in and out of bed.
“I take it back. Your comic book name would be The Sex Detective.”
He laughed again and pulled her tighter against him.
“Will you tell me about your tattoos now? And your scar?” She closed her eyes and snuggled into him, nuzzling her face against his chest.
“Sure. Which do you want to know about first?”
“The scar. If that’s okay.”
He swallowed and tucked her head under his chin. They only had, at best, a couple of hours until daylight, and he didn’t want to waste time rehashing old history. But if she wanted to know about it, he didn’t have the heart to say no. Not after the incredible night she’d just given him.
“About a year and a half ago, I was shot.”
She tensed slightly in his arms, and one of her hands drifted down to his abdomen to cover the scar. “What happened?” Her voice was soft, so gentle.
