ISABELLE Matt led me to the kitchen, but instead of going to the fridge, he lifted me onto the counter in one smooth motion.“I thought you were going to feed me,” I said, my voice already breathless.“I am.” His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the silk pajama pants higher. “Just need to do this first.”His mouth found mine—not gentle, not soft, but hungry and demanding, like he’d been starving for the taste of me despite having just had me in his bed.I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my hands fisting in his hair.“We should—” I gasped when his mouth moved to my neck. “We should eat—”“In a minute.” His teeth grazed the sensitive spot below my ear, making me shiver. “I just need—”He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands everywhere—my waist, my back, tangling in my hair. The counter was cold beneath me, but his body was warm, solid, overwhelming my senses.When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.“Okay,” he said, his voice rough. “Now I
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