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no.” He drew her closer, seeking her mouth with his. “Call me a perv, but this is a pretty fucking fantastic way to spend a few hours.”
    Heat flooded her again, though she knew that Matt meant the making-out part, not necessarily the bit where it included her, specifically. She let him kiss her, let him lead. Melissa let herself get lost in the kiss and the sensations of lips on lips, tongue on tongue.
    They kissed. And kissed. Soft and slow, harder and faster. They tried out all the variations of kissing the same way they’d done with holding hands and hugging. By the end of the session, Melissa wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk when she got up from the couch—her knees had gone so weak. Her entire body was liquid and sensitized to every shift, every twitch.
    “I just…never…kissed this long,” Matt murmured in between kisses, “without, you know. Trying to….”
    “I know,” Melissa breathed as their mouths met and parted. The buzzer signaling the session’s end went off, and they both jumped a little. “Without doing other stuff. I know.”
    Boy, did she. Her nipples were tight and aching, and every time she moved, slickness and heat between her legs distracted her. She’d barely been able to stop herself from grinding against the long, thick bulge in Matt’s pants, and she’d caught him stopping a subtle thrust against her several times.
    “Time’s up,” Matt said in a hoarse voice.
    “I know. I just need a couple seconds,” Melissa whispered, still tasting him with every word.
    “I’m going to have a lot to write about,” Matt whispered back. His hands slipped up her back to press against her for a second before letting go.
    “Me too.”
    They finally both managed to get up and rearrange themselves, smooth their hair and clothes. Melissa wasn’t sure what walking was going to be like until she tried a few steps, surprised to find her knees would keep her upright. She bit her lip on a smile, looking away as Matt spent quite a bit more time adjusting himself.
    They didn’t say anything as they walked down the hall they’d walked together twice already. Nor when he held the door open for her, and she stepped through. Melissa was disappointed then, because the agreement was that once they went through the door they were strangers.
    His voice stopped her when she got to the sidewalk. “Melissa!”
    She turned. “Matt?”
    “Tomorrow night,” Matt said.
    “Yeah,” Melissa said. “Tomorrow night.”
     
     
    She was usually there before him, so when Matt opened the door and found the session room empty, his stomach hit the floor. The door swung closed silently behind him. He took a few steps into the room, looking, but there wasn’t any place for her to hide, even if she were trying to.
    She wasn’t coming.
    The thought should not have made him want to kick something, but it did. It was just a stupid psych experiment, right? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find some other chick to make out with, hell, someone who’d want to fuck him just because she wanted to, not for money or for an experiment or whatever. He could go to any party at the frat house and pick up a freshman just dying to get into an older guy’s pants….
    The door opened behind him. Matt turned, heart thudding, sure it would be Randy or Ada, telling him he could go home.
    It was Melissa.
    She was in his arms in about two seconds, her mouth open beneath his, her arms around him. Matt wasn’t sure if he kissed her first, or she kissed him, only that when he put his hands on her ass and pulled she jumped at the same time.
    Nothing like this ever happened in real life. No woman had ever jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around him, sucked on his tongue so sweetly he thought he might come from just that alone. But here he was with an armful of soft, sweet-smelling woman and his cock was already hard enough to drill brick.
    No, not woman. Melissa. His arms and mouth and body were covered in Melissa, and that, Matt