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She arched an eyebrow. “Anything?”

I nodded.

“Do you mean that?”

“I do,” I promised.

She cocked her hip, resting her hand on it, and I tried to ignore the way her juicy ass popped out to the side. “Like, if I said I wanted it, you’d crawl?”

Her mouth was twisted with a hint of humor and a lot of disbelief. She clearly didn’t realize I was serious and expected me to laugh.

Instead, I lowered myself to my knees, holding her gaze, and crawled across the carpet to kneel at her feet. Her pupils blew out and her hand flew to her mouth.

“I’m serious.” I looked up at her, prepared to do whatever it took to prove myself to her. “If you ask me to crawl, I’ll crawl. I’ll do anything for you.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

CHELSEY

“I-I can’t believe you did that,” I stammered, staring down at Matt. With him kneeling in front of me, heat flooded my cheeks because I couldn’t shake the memory of him with glazed eyes and a wet patch forming on the front of his jeans after he’d given me my most satisfying sex since our breakup.

He held my gaze, his cerulean eyes completely serious. “I’d do so much more. I’ve regretted losing you every single day. I never even bothered dating because no one else lived up to you. You were the standard that I compared other women to, and they always fell short.”

So, he’d been telling the truth? He really hadn’t dated. Maybe hadn’t even touched another woman since me. If that was the case, how much could I make him fall apart if I wanted to?

He must have thought I was waiting for him to say more because he continued: “I never thought I’d have the opportunity to earn you back, but for some reason, you’re giving me a chance and I’m not going to let you regret it. Whatever you want, if it’s within my power, it’s yours.”

Holy fuck.

I didn’t know how to deal with this level of intensity. Matt had always been passionate but not like this. This was something else.

“Get up,” I told him because seeing him on his knees made me want to revisit our secret rendezvous at the stadium. That wouldn’t be a problem except that back then, I hadn’t gotten to touch him, and now, I wanted to.

He rose, so close to me that our chests brushed. Or at least my chest brushed his abdomen since he was quite a bit taller than me, and my chest stuck out rather a lot more than his.

“Kiss me,” I said.

His mouth curved into a surprisingly shy smile after all that he’d just admitted. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.

Soft. Sweet. No tongue.

I moved restlessly against him. It was nice, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

“More,” I demanded.

He smiled against my lips, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me against his body as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like mint, and he smelled of something that reminded me of s’mores shared over a campfire.

I rubbed myself against him, loving the friction, and his cock thickened and pressed into my lower abdomen. I rocked and he grunted into my mouth. He moved closer, his strong thighs braced as he held me still and curled his tongue around mine. The slide of his tongue sent pulses of heat to my core, and I slipped my hand between us, trailing my fingertips down the ridges of his belly.

“Can I?” I asked when I reached the waistband of his boxers.

“Anything you want,” he murmured, pulling back just enough for me to slide my hand inside and take him in my palm.

He was thick and hot and pulsing, his skin satiny. I ran my hand along his length, gripping him gently at first and then more firmly.

His hips jerked and he groaned. “You gotta decide what you want because too much more of that and it’ll be game over.”

I bit my lip, very tempted. It would be so satisfying to reduce this big, strong man to a whimpering mess and make him come in my hand. But Jesse could be back before long—we didn’t have all night—which meant that I had to prioritize, and right now, I wanted him inside me.