I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Yeah, you are.” I get ready to really give it to him, to ask him what happened, but he doesn’t give me a second to say anything.
“I got nervous,” he says with an awkward laugh.
“Screw that,” I say simply, because I feel like we’re way past all that crap.
He takes a deep breath and suddenly grabs me roughly by the waist, pulling me to him, his right hand cupping my face. My eyes are wide with shock as his lips crash over mine, leaving me breathless. He just went from day to night here, and I am absolutely here for it as he turns us and pushes me against the wall. The weight and feel of him on my body as he pushes against me is like nothing else. My eyes slide shut, and I finally get to feel what it’s like to kiss him, to run my hands over his beard while I cup his face and angle his lips toward my neck, my hands in his hair. I tug at it, and his mouth moves back to mine, parting my lips with his tongue, biting my bottom lip gently.
The door to the apartment slams shut as his hands slide down my ass, squeezing a little before moving to the back of my thighs, and he pulls me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I moan into his mouth. His tongue tastes like hops and heaven on mine, and I decide that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Just be pressed up against a wall by Matt Wilson, feeling every square inch of the wide expanse of his chest against mine, his scent filling my head, fogging my brain, making me dizzy.
His mouth moves back to my neck as I push the coat off his broad, strong shoulders, and I run my hands down his arms, feeling every curve of his muscles. He presses his hips into me with a groan, and I feel him hard against me, so I tighten my legs around him, doing my best to get some sort of friction, some sort of release. I squirm against him, wanting to climb him like a tree. I’ve never experienced this type of heat before, this type of passion. I don’t ever want it to stop. I want to have this every day for the rest of my life.
How the hell did we go from nothing toeverything? Because that’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. His movements make me feel like no one’s ever wanted me this much. The way he cups my face with one hand makes me feel cherished, and the fact that we’re both still dressed is pissing me off. My skin is burning, completely on fire. I can feel the heat concentrated in between my thighs. I want him so bad, and by the feel of him, he wants me, too.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice low in my ear, and I can’t stand it any longer.
“Bedroom. Bed. Now,” I demand. I sound desperate, but there’s no time to act coy now—I’m about to spontaneously combust!
He leans back a little to look me in the eye. “Don’t laugh at me, but…I’ve been building furniture all day.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, confused. I’m so worked up I don’t think I’d be able to make sense of anything right now.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Liza.” An intense thrill like an electric shock runs through my body at his words. “But can we take a shower first?”
We’re quiet for a beat, and then, we burst out laughing. He buries his face in my neck, his laughter reverberating all over my body.
“Seriously,” he groans as I run my fingers through his hair. “You got to take a shower earlier, but I haven’t, and I feel really fucking gross. It isn’t fair.”
I laugh again and press my forehead to his.
“Alright, take us to my bathroom,” I say. “Let’s get naked and shower. You can lather me up.”
He laughs. “Now you’re talking,” he says, kissing me on the neck again. I love that we can laugh like this.
Matt kicks his shoes off and carries me to my bathroom, setting me in front of him with an anticipatory smile. I pull back the shower curtain, turn the hot water on, and turn back to Matt. I tug on the hem of his sweater and t-shirt, trying to pull them over his head, but he’s too tall. He’s like a giant oak tree, strong and steady. He smirks and bends over, helping me undress him, and I want to sigh in relief. I finally get to see him without a shirt on. And I’m staring quite intently.
“You okay there?” he asks, smirking.
“Shh…let me enjoy this moment,” I say as I run my hands over his chest, my fingers bouncing over every ridge, every valley. I cannot believe his body looks like this from a little yoga and cycling. I might be drooling.
“I feel like licking you. Is that weird?” I say, completely serious, keeping my eyes on his chest and arms, trying to absorb how freakingdelicioushe looks.
Matt laughs. I think he runs his fingers through his hair, but I’m too distracted by his body to notice. “I mean, a little? Mostly because I’m disgusting right now.” He shrugs.
“You look pretty damn good to me. I’m absolutely objectifying you right now, just so you know.” I pull his lips down to mine, hands traveling down to his jeans.
“I am completely fine with that,” he says around my lips. I unbutton his jeans with haste, and he helps me push them down his hips, along with his underwear. I do my best not to look down at him because I will 100% lose it if I do.
“Your turn,” he whispers against my lips, pulling at my top. He undresses me with much more grace than I undressed him. He pulls me back into his arms in an intoxicating kiss as his hands travel to my bra clasp, unhooking it with ease. I dig my nails into his back when his hands travel down to my bottom, and he groans.
I want him. I want him. I want him.
I fuckingneedhim.
“Turn around,” he says gruffly, and I am so onboard with this rough, demanding Matt. I marvel at how he can be the sweetest man all day but rough and possessive in the bedroom—well, the bathroom—now.
I like it.
My eyes close again as he roughly pulls my back to his chest, and I feel him hard against me. One of Matt’s arms wraps tightly around my waist, fingers digging into my skin, and he grinds his hips into me, showing me just how much he wants me, whispering promises about how he’s gonna make it so good for me,so fucking good, Liza, and how badly he wants to taste me, how he wants to see what I feel like against his tongue when I come. I groan when he bites my neck and starts unbuttoning my jeans. He’s caring and loving but primal and wild at the same time. His arm seems to tighten more and more around me by the second, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that this is going to be incredible. My heart does backflips in my chest as the steam from the shower rises all around us, fogging up the bathroom in the same way Matt’s hands and words are fogging my brain.
