I don’t blink, I barely breathe, until he gently lays one hand on my cheek, and then I let out a small breath.He smiles tenderly at me, as the rain intensifies against the awning.Then his thumb moves slowly toward my mouth and he traces my lips lightly.
Is he going to kiss me?Is...is this happening?
The tension between my anxiety and my desire makes me feel like I’m levitating.
“Matt...”I whisper, as his eyes move from my mouth to meet mine, and he looks at me in a way he never has before.A whole new Matt.Gentle.Determined.And maybe, just a hint of vulnerability too.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
The response from my body is instant, my nipples tighten against the thin, wet cotton of my T-shirt, and I hate that my desire for Matt is, in the end, so instinctual.
Before I have a chance to reason with myself, or think about anything but the million little sparklers that are currently firing across my skin, my lips part for him and he dipsdown toward me and presses his lips against mine.So gently.So tentatively.
Matt tastes delicious—like barbecue and beer, sweet and fragrant.His lips are just as soft as I’ve imagined all these years.
His hand barely moves on my face, and in a single heated breath, the gentle kiss moves from something sweet and nervous to ravenous, as my mouth opens wider for him and he kisses me hungrily, his hand curling around my waist and yanking me closer.
So much longing fills my body.I love him.I am angry with him.I want him.I have always wanted him.
I find no way to stop as I find myself reaching up and clawing at his hair.I’m rough.I wantmore.
Matt’s hands are all over my body, roughly tugging at my T-shirt as he snakes a hand underneath, fingers searching for my breasts.He’s gentle but single-minded, and I find myself arching into him as his palm grazes my nipples through my damp bra.
I moan into his mouth and bite him gently on his lip.He laughs, and moves in closer, pulling me toward his hips as he presses into me.Jesus fucking Christ, he’s hard, and the thought makes me feel as though I’m drowning, my body falling limply into him.
Suddenly, I’m pushed up against the glass, and with expert ease, he slips his hand down the waistband of my skirt.I am aching for him to touch me, but he pauses, his fingers so close, and he stares at me, searching my eyes for permission.
“Please,” I say, my voice gravelly and hoarse.His hand fansout, his fingers curling between my thighs as that whisper of a smile returns.“Don’t tease me,” I say, pushing forward into his hand, hungrily.
Matt seems to take a moment, closes his eyes, and buries his face briefly in my hair, inhaling deeply.
“Please, Matt,” I say again.“I want you to.”
He obeys with a groan into my ear, his fingers pushing aside the elastic of my lace thong and moving expertly to find my clit.I gasp, stiffening under his touch, but he just groans again, this time into my mouth, as he kisses me hard.
“Fuck,” he says.And then his other hand moves from my breast to my lower back and his head drops onto my shoulder, his breath hot on my neck.I want him to move his fingers.To fill me up inside with them.I want so much that release that I always felt only Matt could give me.
His first stroke is soft, and I cry out, with the intensity of the pleasure and the sensitivity.It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like that, I think, and then I push the thought away.
“Please,” I say again.Before I think too much.
His second stroke is long and I hear his breath hitch as I move against his finger.
I can feel how wet I am as he continues to stroke me gently, rhythmically, and I cling to his neck, hanging there in delicious pleasure, my body giving away my desire completely.I want more.I want all of it right here.Right now.
He moves his finger down and teases my entrance, moving the tip of his finger against me, while never sliding it inside.My body is flooded with heat, my mind swimming.I move against him again, tugging at his hand, pulling it toward me.
“You feel delicious, Chloe,” he says, pulling back to kiss my neck as I feel the cold glass on my back, his breath moving to my ear, my chest heaving.“You’re so hot.”
Speech isn’t something I can manage right now, but I do manage to let out another strangled growl as he circles my clit again.He’s driving me crazy with this teasing game.
“I want to do this properly.I want to take my time,” he whispers, between kisses.“Let’s take this to the hotel.”
His words immediately cut through the frenzy and I’m alert again.Suddenly I can hear traffic, and people’s voices, and footfalls, and even though we’re out of sight I’m seized by a fear of being caught.I pull at his wrist, and he hesitates, before sliding his hand up and wrapping his fingers around my waistband, tugging at me to come closer.
“Matt,” I whisper into his mouth, against my lips.His hands move back to my face right away, and I can see his pupils have dilated.His eyes look almost black in this lighting, his desire for me undeniable.It’s enough to almost make me change my mind.Almost.
“We should stop.People will recognize us.”I say it so quietly, so gently, and so at odds with my body I can barely get the words out.
