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CHAPTER ELEVEN

TRICIA

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I hope my palms aren’t sweaty as I pet Poe, Matt’s all black cat. Sprawled on the bed are King, a huge tabby, and Kelly, short for Kellerman, a sleek Siamese cat. Matt is leaning against the doorframe, just taking us in with a faint smile on his face.

Emotions swirl within me. Just when I thought Matt couldn’t possibly be any more perfect, I find out that nope, he’s indeed everything that I could want in a partner. And is, in fact, everything that I asked for. Not only is he kind toward animals, I thought my heart was going to melt at the way he helped that goose this morning, but he’s an animal lover and spoils his three cats.

I’d love to have a pet, but my apartment has a strict no pets policy. Now that doesn’t matter because by dating Matt, I get to love on his three cats.

“Are we dating?” I ask suddenly, giving Poe a final stroke and getting to my feet.

Matt moves away from the door, his deep brown eyes fixed on me. “That was my intention, yes,” he says, coming to a stop a few inches from me. Close enough to feel the heat of his large body, but not quite touching.

A single step has me pressed against him. “Good,” I say, before leaning up and capturing his lips in a slow kiss.

Matt’s hands are on my hips in an instant, drawing me firmly to him. The hard length of his erection tells me I’m not misreading what’s between us. Then again, our wild make-out session this morning told me he wanted me. If it wouldn’t have been for his phone, I would have had sex with him right there in the open. I should feel guilty being so reckless. That’s not me.

But it didn’t feel reckless. It felt right.

When we parted so he could go to work and me back home, I missed him. It’s pure craziness. I’ve never fallen so hard or so fast for someone.

I can practically hear my two sisters, Mandy and Carol, telling me I need to slow my roll because I just got out of a relationship, and I shouldn’t be jumping straight into something serious with someone new. Besides the fact that I don’t know Matt that well.

My heart and body say something else entirely.

Matt is the real deal. He’s what I’ve been yearning for. He’s the man that Hallmark movies are made about, and I didn’t even need to move to a small town to find him.

Despite a few concerns about the love spell, we’re together now and I fully plan to see where this goes between us.

Deepening the kiss, my tongue glides over his deliciously soft lips. With a moan, he opens for me, his tongue stroking against mine as the taste of him has my head spinning.

I can’t get enough. Impatiently, my hands work the buttons of his shirt. His fingers follow the lines of my hips before dipping lower to cup and squeeze my ass, grinding me into the hard length of his dick. I shove his shirt back, his naked chest exposed for my exploration.

Breaking the kiss, my eyes move over his upper body. My hands trembling slightly as I do what I’ve dreamed of doing since the moment I saw him wearing the white client’s robe for the first time. His chest hair is surprisingly soft and springy under my fingers.

Matt stands there, his chest rising and falling, letting me look and learn his body. His fast inhalations are the only sounds in the room.

My thumbs brush over his tightly budded nipples, their dusky brown peaks peeking out of the whorls of his dark hair. They draw me like a magnet. My lips wrap around one, tasting his skin for the first time.

His harsh gasp of pleasure drowns my moan out. Slinking a hand lower, I press my palm over the stiff, heavy form of his cock.

The bed is directly behind him. Releasing his nipple with a final flick of my tongue over the hardened tip, I smile and cup his crotch, feeling the thrust of him against my hand.

I step closer and when his arms move to go around me, I shrug them off and advance further. Matt’s brown eyes are alive with desire and my mouth goes dry at the heat within them.

Warm excitement seeps from me. I’m wet and it’s all from touching him. The thought of riding him, like I’ve fantasized while massaging him at work, sends a wave of need through me and my pussy throbs.

Slowly, I back Matt up against the bed. Releasing his dick, I place my palms on the warm, solid strength of his chest and push.

Instead of sitting down on the bed, his hands come up and cover mine. “No.”

I freeze at that word. Everything in me shrinking back in mortification. How did I totally misread this situation?

***

MATT

At the touch of Tricia’s hand on my cock, I nearly lose it. The way she looks at me steals my breath.


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