Closing and locking the door, I tossed the key onto the nightstand, and turned to face the man I wanted more than I wanted my next breath.
“Matthew—”
“I was teasing, in the car, Dex.”
“Were you?”
“Sort of.” His smile was adorable. “I didn’t come here expecting this.” He gestured between the two of us. “I know I’ve always been attracted to you. It made me crazy. I wanted to resent you, but I felt something for you. God, I was a mess back then, and I’m pretty much a mess now, but if something happens here, it’s not because I’m upset, or somehow not thinking clearly.” He was saying exactly what I wanted to hear, what I needed to hear. He was reassuring me, letting me know this wasn’t a decision he had made lightly or under duress.
His words, the way he looked at me, it was more than I could resist, and suddenly without any real conscious thought, I crossed the short distance between us, gathering Matthew in my arms and claiming his mouth with heated desperation.
Matthew’s arms went around me. His body melted into mine, and I backed him against the wall, pressing against him. I could feel his cock straining against his jeans, brushing against my leg. It was a wonderful feeling. Kissing Matthew was intoxicating. I actually felt light-headed when his tongue snaked into my mouth, offering and demanding at once.
Needing more, needing everything, I reached for the hem of his T-shirt, untangling from him long enough to tug the garment from his body and toss it haphazardly to the floor.
God, he was perfect.
Smooth, ivory skin, lean but defined muscles, and the most perfect nipples I had ever seen. He was sexy beyond my wildest dreams.
He was my dream come true.
Wordless, I pulled him back into my arms, kissing him again, savoring the feel of his soft lips yielding beneath mine.
I loved the way he felt.
I loved the way he tasted.
I was starved, for more and more of him; my hands were everywhere, moving over his back, up his chest, cupping his oh-so-perfect ass. I wanted to take my time, but I was on fire. I had never felt such all-consuming desire and it aroused me even more.
Any remaining trace of logic went out the window. We were both controlled by need and longing, and our hands shook as we undressed each other, leaving a trail of clothing in our wake as we made our way to the awaiting bed.
