Matt pauses unbuttoning his pants and quickly looks up at me and then down at himself. “What? What’s wrong?” He’s still looking down and around his body like there’s somethingwrongwith it. What a freaking joke.
“Okay, nope. I’m calling this off. What do you do for a living at that bar, hurl kegs?” I throw my hands up. I know I’m being dramatic, but he looks like an actual Superman and I look like…a normal human. Could be described as soft, if you will. Likes ice cream. Does not like working out. You get the picture. I like my body just fine, but I’m not normally next to a literal perfect specimen.
“Hey, Ellie?”
“Hmm?” I take my time moving my gaze from his abs to his face.
His eyes are twinkling at me and my nerves skyrocket. He’scelebrityhandsome. Like, “too attractive to be a normal person” handsome. This was a bad idea. My heart is pounding almost painfully in my chest. I guess ripping bandages is supposed to be painful. But it’s also supposed to be fast, dammit.
Matt continues to look at me with what I would describe as warm amusement. “Do I have your permission to be bossy tonight?”
Excuse me.
“My…” I think my brain short-circuits. “You want my permission to be…bossy?” I’m sure my face is the color of a tomato based on the heat I feel rushing through my body. “Like…with sex stuff?” Oh god, he’s going to realize I’m about as vanilla as they come. Maybe his preference for vanilla extends to sex?I hope so.
He gives me a nod and waits for me. I look over at the shower to avoid eye contact. The fluorescents in here basically feel like spotlights and I have a feeling my lack of athleticism is about to be put to the test. I look back over at him and scan his body again. I think one of his legs has more muscle than both of mine combined. Maybe he’ll do most of the work? Hopefully I can find some way to contribute. Ugh, that was a weird thing to think. I’msoregretting opting for shower sex.
“I’m just…a little nervous,” I admit, my voice low.
His face goes soft at my admission and he moves over close to me to perch his probably perfect ass on the edge of the counter.
“I’m assuming you’re not talking about what I just asked,” he says gently, nudging my leg with his knee.
I shake my head in answer.
He dips his head. “Well, aside from the obvious, which is that we don’t have to do this tonight, is there anything that would make you less nervous?”
I look down at my feet. Um, the lights off? Shots?Shower sex is like the Olympic version of normal sex. Possibly the worst way to practice. Why did it sound like such a good idea at the time?
I glance back up at Matt’s face.
Right. That’s why.
I catch the side of his mouth twitch as he waits for my answer. His bottom lip is a little fuller than the top and his stubble looks a few days old. I bet it will feel good pretty much everywhere.
Screw it.
I step forward into him and press my mouth to his, jumping him before I can think better of it.
He grunts in surprise and steadies me with both of his hands on my waist. Angling his head, he dips his tongue into my mouth and tightens his grip on me. He doesn’t break our kiss as he stands, instead taking advantage of the added height difference to lean down farther and tangle his tongue with mine.
Holy smokes, Matt knows how to kiss. I push onto my toes to try to taste more of him, putting my hands around his neck.
The slight stretch causes my cropped sweater to rise and Matt’s hands move underneath. His thumbs trace my skin up and down as he continues to kiss me, gently pushing me against the wall. His fingers stop their rhythmic movement as he inches his hands up around my ribcage until he reaches the underwire of my bra.
Chills break out over my skin and I feel my nipples tighten as one of his thumbs nudges underneath my bra, skimming the underside of my breast. A slight moan slips out of me at the thought of those hands moving farther up.
Matt pulls back abruptly, dislodging my hands from their position as he breathes much heavier than before. Without breaking eye contact he leans over through the shower curtain and turns the water on. His blown pupils nearly cover up the green of his eyes.
“So do I have your permission?” he breathes out, leaning into me with his hands resting on the wall behind me.
Permission…?Ohhh,right. I’m about to embarrass myself. Again.
“Do I need, like, a safe word or something?” I scrunch my nose a bit and hope the flush from that kiss will hide any new redness making its way to my face.
Matt makes a huffing sound and drops his forehead to the wall next to me.
Burning humiliation floods my body. “Was that a stupid thing to ask?” I say quietly, unsure what his reaction means.
