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realized with something close to amazement, was the difference.
    “I thought you weren’t going to show,” he said against her mouth as he back-stepped them both toward the bed they’d never yet even sat on.
    “I was running late, I’m sorry.” She clung to him, eyes bright.
    In seconds they were on the bed, Melissa on top of him, straddling his hard-on. His hands went to her hips. She leaned over him, her hair falling down around them, shielding their faces. She kissed him slowly but fiercely, her tongue stroking his.
    Tonight had been designated as “petting,” a term he’d found ridiculous when he read it on the sheet but now could think of no better way to describe it. Petting, stroking, touching…he wanted to do all those things with Melissa. There were still restrictions. Over-the-clothes touching only, had been spelled out, for one. He’d laughed when he read that, but wasn’t laughing now.
    Matt reached up to gather her hair behind her in a loose ponytail he grasped in his fist. “Melissa.”
    “Mmm?” She was smiling.
    How had he ever thought the size of her tits could possibly matter? How could he ever have thought that just the fact she had tits could make him want to have sex with her? In just four days, everything he’d ever thought about sex had been turned upside down and sideways.
    “I thought about you all day,” Matt said in a low, hoarse voice totally not like his usual tone.
    Melissa dipped to brush her mouth over his. “Yeah. Me too. Crazy, huh?”
    “Insane,” he agreed.
    “Kiss me,” Melissa breathed against his mouth.
    He did. Then he rolled them both until she was half beneath him, his leg pressing up between hers. He swore he could feel the heat even through the denim of her jeans. Matt shuddered, thinking of putting his hand there.
    Or, fuck, his mouth.
    She whispered his name into his ear. She kissed his throat. His neck, nipping. Did she know this drove him crazy? Randy and Ada hadn’t shared the information Melissa had filled out on her forms with him, so he didn’t think Melissa had been given his, but somehow, she knew anyway. Her tongue teased his flesh, and Matt groaned.
    His cock was thick and huge, pressing against his boxers and his jeans. He’d worn his tightest pair, not wanting to give himself too much room. He’d been half-hard all day, had woken from a night of sexy dreams that left his balls aching. In the shower this morning he’d actually stroked himself without thinking about it, stopping when the tingling in his nuts warned him he was going to come all over the place.
    The rules hadn’t said anything about not getting off during the experiment period…he just hadn’t wanted to waste an orgasm on his fist. No clue why. Most times, Matt was more than happy to jerk off. But for some reason….
    “I dreamed about you last night,” he said.
    Melissa’s mouth brushed his throat again, and she looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You did?”
    “Yeah.”
    She smiled. He wanted to lick that smile. He wanted to get on his knees in front of her for that smile. He wanted to worship every last bit of her bare skin because of it. Fuck, he was a mess.
    She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling just enough to tip his head the barest amount. “What did you dream about?”
    “This,” Matt said, voice rough. “Kissing you. Touching you.”
    Melissa groaned, a fucking sexy sound that would’ve made his prick twitch if it weren’t already forced tight against the front of his jeans. “Oh, Matt….”
    He kissed her mouth, then moved his lips along her jaw to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to touch you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered back, sounding giddy and excited. Maybe a little embarrassed.
    All the things he felt.
    Matt put his hand on her hip, then moved it up her ribs, but hesitated before cupping her breast the way he was dying too. They looked into each other’s eyes. All of this was okay, in fact they’d been led to it, but all at once he