Chapter SevenHis d**k hadn’t been this hard in a long time. Unbeknownst to his buddies, Matt had scored a few one-night stands in the past few years. Hey, he had needs, like any other man. But Dusty was different. He laid her down on the bed. She adjusted her long hair and pushed up to a sitting position. His gaze connected with hers. She reached out to him. When he took her hand, she tugged him down.
He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had looked at him with desire in her eyes. His blood heated, and he glanced at the thermostat. Nope, it wasn’t ninety degrees in the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, unbuttoning her sweater.
She yanked his shirt from his pants then dipped her fingers under the fabric. He flinched for a second at the tickle of her delicate fingers on his bare
