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One Night In Cleveland (excerpt)

The space beside him, usually empty or filled with the twisted bedclothes and extra pillows, wasn’t empty at the moment. His ex-wife told him he slept like a maniac, all over the bed. Thankfully, he’d been calm over the past hour. At least, the bed wasn’t wrecked—though he wanted it to be, for different reasons.

Caylee lay on her side, facing him. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed. Her golden hair spilled across the pillow. Her lip gloss was long gone but the rest of her makeup still looked perfect, at least in his masculine opinion. He would have to try harder next time.

She still wore her sexy blue dress. He hadn’t tried hard enough to get that off, either.

Matt shifted away from her and stretched. He still wore his dress pants and shirt too, though some of the buttons on the shirt were undone. They were on top of the covers. When they’d moved from the couch to the bed he honestly wasn’t pushing, of the mind he’d kiss her for a while, let her leave and then take care of his sexual frustration with his hand.

Despite all the coffee they’d consumed, they fell asleep. He figured she’d had an early morning and frankly, so had he. If he hadn’t been wrongfully arrested he would have pedaled home and snoozed for a few more hours before work.

After stretching the knots out of his back and neck, he rolled toward her again and carefully draped his arm over her side. She stirred and opened her eyes.

“Morning,” he said softly.

She jerked her head up and looked wide-eyed around the room, then back at him. The look of alarm on her face was comical, and cute.

“Oh, gosh.” She ruffled her hair. “We fell asleep. What time is it?”

He chuckled. “I’m messing with you. It’s only midnight. You gotta work tomorrow morning?”

She relaxed. “No. I arranged it so I don’t have to go in until the afternoon. You’re not the only one who made exceptions for our date.”

He rubbed the sumptuous curve of her hip. He needed to commit every inch of her to memory for his fantasies later.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep.” She yawned. “How tacky of me.”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I don’t mind.”

She rubbed her eyes, then yanked her hand back and grimaced at her fingers.

“Oh crap, forgot I had makeup on.” Her mascara was smeared around her eyes now, but she still looked beautiful. Maybe even more so, a little imperfect and rumpled.

“You want to watch some more Netflix?” he asked. “I can make a snack, too.”

She pressed a hand to his chest, where his shirt was undone and open. “I feel like you’re trying to keep me prisoner here as long as possible.”

“Guilty. Guess you’ll have to arrest me for kidnapping.” He kissed her.

Long, slow, lazy kisses in bed were among his favorite things. The burn inside him was hard to ignore though, a hum of arousal deep in his core that had started earlier today and was yet to be fully quenched. Even after their encounter in the car, he’d been thinking about her all day, wondering what she tasted like, wondering how it would feel to be inside her.

She drew back a little, sliding her hand lower on his chest before slipping it inside his shirt. “I don’t feel like getting up just yet,” she whispered. “Is that okay?”

Her roaming hands did nothing to dampen the fire inside him. Her fingers, soft as silk, skimmed over his bare skin, making him tingle. He blessed those hours spent at the gym, working off his anxiety and frustration with life.

He rubbed his hand up and down her side, following her curves. She undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

Since she was feeling him up, he slid his hand onto her breast as well, over her dress. The soft swell filled his palm, a nice handful. She arched her back, pushing into his hand and clearly not protesting.

Their kisses grew deeper, wetter, more heated. Matt’s senses were deluged in the sweet tangling of tongues and the click of teeth, in her delicate touch and her firm body underneath his hands. She stole his breath and he drew hers into his lungs in return.

She caressed his stomach beneath his shirt, right above the waistband of his pants, making his ab muscles tighten and quiver. He squeezed her breast, not too hard, but enough to really feel her. He kept his lower body a respectful distance from hers, because things were definitely stirring down there.

She broke the kiss and tilted her head back. “This certainly isn’t behaving after all the protesting I did, is it?”

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