the small of her back, pressing her against him.
“This,” he said in a low voice, “is what I would have wanted to do had I known you were interested in anything other than derivatives.”
He was hard. Very hard. Liv’s breath caught at the feel of his erection pressed against her and all her many insecurities came racing back. For an instant she was seventeen-year-old Liv, in awe of eighteen-year-old Matt, yet wanting this so badly.
Then he ran his mouth down the side of her neck to the sensitive area at the base of her throat and a tremor shot through her, making her gasp. If she responded like this when he touched her neck, then what was it going to be like when he explored other more sensitive areas of her body?
Sheer heaven.
Matt pulled her to her feet and took hold of the bottom of her shirt. Liv lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it up over her head before he dropped it on the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it down his arms until it joined her T-shirt at their feet. She reached back to pop her bra open, let it slip off, then pressed against him, not quite ready for him to look at her.
Shyness. Did it never end?
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, reading her reaction.
“Mmm,” was all she said in reply. Maybe she was. Or maybe he just wanted to get laid, which was fair, because that was what she wanted, too. To have hot sex with a guy she trusted as a friend. To make her forget everything for a few hours.
Liv took a step back, allowing Matt’s hand to slide down to her waist, then come up to caress her breasts before pulling her back against him and let his hands drop down to cup her ass.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she murmured, then cringed as she realized she’d said the words out loud.
“All your dreams come true?” he asked, making her want to smile. Who would have thought that Matt Montoya didn’t take himself that seriously—as a guy anyway? As a roper...that was a different story.
She shook her hair back, feeling bolder as she pushed her pelvis against him, felt him push back.
“Just not something I saw coming a few weeks ago.” She reached for his belt buckle, hoping she didn’t fumble too much, since she had a history of being awful with buckles. This one slid open with no problem and then hung heavily on the end of the belt as she undid the top button of his jeans and then eased the fly down over his erection. It wasn’t easy getting that zipper down, but Matt did nothing to help.
Liv bit her lip, finally got it to the point that she could push his pants down his hips and then...oh, yes, this was good.
But she didn’t have much time to admire because Matt kicked his pants the rest of the way off and then went to work on hers, getting the job done in half the time. More practice? She didn’t know, didn’t care. Not one bit. His past? None of her concern. His future? Likewise.
She circled her arms around his neck, pressed into him and savored the feeling of skin against skin as she pulled his head down for a deep kiss.
“Where?” he asked softly, his breath warm against her lips.
She tilted her head toward the hall and they made their way to her bedroom, moving in tandem, kissing as they walked. She closed the door and then found herself trapped against it by a very hard, very insistent male body. He maneuvered his erection so that it was between her legs, making her more than a little crazy as he claimed her mouth.
“Matt...?”
“Door sex comes later,” he said. He took a step back and easily swung her up into his arms. Seconds later, before she could protest about him possibly straining his knee, they were on the bed, Liv on the bottom, Matt very much on top. And she loved the way he felt there. Was there any part of him that wasn’t toned and hard?
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice little more than a husky whisper.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, wrapping her legs around him as he pressed into her. So. Very. Ready. Yes, it hurt a little. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time, and she could truthfully say she’d never had sex with a guy like Matt. He eased in slowly, taking his