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shirt exposed a triangle of golden skin just begging to be licked.
    “Does the fact you’re here mean you’re ready to take me up
on my offer of dinner?” He took the keys from her hand and dropped them on the
small occasional table by the door, and then led her to the couch with a boyish
enthusiasm that was completely charming.
    “I’m afraid I’ve come to take you up on your other offer.”
Shannon displayed her punctured finger. “It looks like I’m not man enough to
take on the damn couch.” She pouted prettily. “It bit me!” When Matthew laughed
at her dramatics she continued, “So does your offer to help me schlep furniture
still stand? I could really use some extra muscle.”
    Taking her hand with a flourish, Matthew pressed a gentle
kiss to the damaged digit and then, meeting her eyes with a wicked smile, he
drew the finger into his mouth and sucked lightly. Shannon savored the shudder
that worked down her spine at the sensation, and watched as his eyes went
heavy-lidded and smoky.
    * * * * *
    Matthew felt like rubbing his hands together in glee. Not
only was his hot little mermaid here in his home, but she needed his help! He
imagined them, sweaty and out of breath from moving the couch, falling on it
together, wrapped in each other.
    “Oh yeah.” She tasted amazing, like salt and spice. He was
suddenly famished for her, and he imagined all the other places on her body
he’d like to be sucking right now. He tried to keep the evil intent off his
face and out of his voice. “My offer still stands.”
    “Thanks.” Her voice was breathy as she leaned back into the
soft cocoon of his sofa. “I really thought I could handle it myself, but once
the couch drew first blood, I knew it was time to call in reinforcements.”
    Matt bent down and gathered her legs up, propping her feet
on his coffee table before heading to the kitchen.
    “Well, before you go back into the fray, let me give you
some fortification.” He opened the refrigerator and took a moment to regret he
was indeed a bachelor, and his refrigerator reflected it. “I’ve got domestic
beer, some orange juice, German beer, a flat diet soda, and, oh, some beer from
a local microbrewery,” he called out with a grimace. “What can I get for you?”
    “Gee.” Her laughter sounded like bells. “It’s really hard to
choose, but I think I’ll have to go with…um…beer.”
    “An excellent choice,” he replied, carrying two bottles and
two glasses into the living room. “It’s the house specialty.”
    Shannon rolled her eyes and accepted both bottle and glass
as he dropped onto the couch next to her. Setting the glass on the coffee
table, she took a long drink directly from the bottle and leaned back with a
sigh. A bit of quick maneuvering on his part and instead of leaning back into
the soft surface of the couch, she found herself leaning into the decidedly
hard surface of Matt’s arm. She shot him a glance.
    “So, that move work much, slick?” In spite of her words,
Shannon made no effort to move.
    “Not since high school.” He grinned. “I’m hoping my luck is
changing. Will you let me?” He didn’t say what he wanted her to let him do,
mostly because there were too many things swirling through his head to choose
just one. When she didn’t answer, he slid in even closer, discarding his bottle
and dragging his thumb over her damp lips. In a move that seemed unconscious,
she swept her tongue along behind it, capturing his flavor.
    His groan was low, full of hunger and humor. “Oh yeah,
you’ll let me.”
    Using the same thumb to tilt her chin, Matthew kissed her.
No, kiss was too bland a word for what he did to her. He began to devour her.
Gently he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, toying with it with tongue and
teeth before releasing it, only to repeat the small torture on her top lip. He
sipped at her lips, sucking and nipping at them as if they were honey coated
and his job was to lap away every drop.
    Shannon