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wasn’t sure he could go through with it.
    “What?” she asked softly.
    “Are you sure about this?” Matt asked.
    Melissa used a fingertip to stroke his sideburn. “Yes. I am. Are you?”
    “I want to,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, Melissa, I’m hard enough to bust my zipper.”
    “When I was filling out the report last night, after I left here,” she said in a voice as low as his, “I had a really hard time putting my thoughts about this experiment into words. Not because I couldn’t think of them, or because I was embarrassed or anything. It’s just science, after all.”
    “Then why?” He inched his hand up, his knuckles barely brushing the underside of her breast.
    “Because I didn’t really believe, when I started this experiment, that it was going to go this way,” she admitted. “The first time I saw you, I really didn’t believe I’d get to this point and want to do everything I want to do.”
    For some reason this relieved him. “No?”
    She laughed, and he fucking loved that she could, just now, laugh. “Not really.”
    “I always knew I could do it,” Matt said. “But yeah, I didn’t think I’d want to. Like this.”
    She kissed him gently. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to be proving or disproving here. I just know that I can’t stop thinking about you, that I want your hands all over me. I want to put mine all over you.”
    Matt groaned and pressed his face to her neck. “Yeah. Me too.”
    “So do it,” Melissa urged, arching her back a little. Her voice had gone throaty, breathy. Raw. “Touch me, Matt. All over.”
    He hadn’t been this excited to touch a breast since…well, since he couldn’t remember how long. When he slid his palm up and over the soft fabric of her T-shirt, cupping her, Melissa shivered. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Matt rubbed a thumb over her nipple and cursed the “over the clothes” rule.
    She kissed him, mouth open. Matt rubbed her nipple again, feeling the tight knot under her shirt. Without thinking, just acting, he pinched it gently, rolling it. Melissa arched again, her tongue stroking his. Her leg curved over his hip and she hooked her heel against him, pulling his body closer to hers.
    The kisses got deeper but slower. Not frantic. Knowing this could only go so far was frustrating and yet terrifically erotic—concentrating on every single touch, kiss, stroke, every shift and movement.
    He was also beginning to think he was going to come in his jeans if he wasn’t careful.
    Matt nudged his thigh up against Melissa’s groin and grinned when she let out the softest, sexiest groan. His hand went to her ass, cupping it, pushing her to gently rock against him. She opened her eyes.
    This close, he could count every single shade of brown in her eyes. Every freckle. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone like this.”
    She licked her lips. “No?”
    Matt shook his head, pressing her gently against his thigh again and watching her eyelashes flutter. He watched her throat as she swallowed, her head tipping back in an invitation he gladly took. He mouthed her skin, nibbling the way she had, and her hips rocked against him.
    “No,” Matt said, and left it at that.
    The four hours that had seemed so damned long that first night now went by at super speed. They moved together on the bed, rolling, changing positions. Kissing, always kissing. Hands roaming.
    Matt nuzzled at Melissa’s breast, finding her nipple with his lips and tongue, lipping it through her shirt. “You have great….”
    “Tits?” she said with a laugh. “You were going to say tits. It’s okay.”
    He tugged gently on her nipple with his lips again. “Yeah. I didn’t know if you’d get pissed off or whatever.”
    “Not so long as you keep doing that,” Melissa said dreamily.
    So he did. One, then the other. Her nipples stood out like bullets. How could he have ever thought small breasts weren’t as sexy? Matt kissed his way down her belly, too,