“I won’t be long. The space will be all yours again, soon.”
As worked up as he was, the more space between them right now the better.
“You hungry?” She asked. “I could make us some lunch.”
“Sure.”
“What sounds good?”
Matt shrugged. “Whatever. I’m not picky.”
Kat smiled. “I know.”
For some reason, her remembering anything about him at all added even more heat to his confusing-as-fuck frustrations.
Without another word, Matt grabbed his bag and headed for the shower. When he first got in, he set the water as hot as he could stand it.
He wasn’t sure why, maybe he thought it would burn away some of his pent-up anger and frustration. The problem was, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had him so riled up.
As he grabbed the soap and began washing himself off, Matt’s thoughts raced to figure out what the hell was going on inside his head. Or, more importantly, a particular organ inside his chest.
He was pissed at Kat for not sharing Todd’s argument initially, and Derek for egging him on to the point he’d admitted he’d been the dumpeeand not the dumper. Matt was also pissed at himself for letting any of this shit get to him on such a deep level.
The thing that had his nutsack twisted the most was his conflicting emotions when it came to Kat.
He should hate her.Didhate her. But the longer they were around each other, the more Matt was also starting to feel something else. He just didn’t want to admit it.
Desire, fuckmunch. What you feel for her is desire.
That tiny voice—the bastard—was right. When he’d first seen her in Jake’s office, Matt’s vision had filled with nothing but a raw, angry red. But when he looked at her now…
I want her.
No. No, he absolutely did not. Except, he kind of did.
Didn’t mean anything, right? She was an attractive woman. Of course, he wanted her. Not because it was Kat, but because she was a smart, beautiful, caring woman.
Except she wasn’t caring. At least she hadn’t been with him.
Goddamnit! This was fucking ridiculous. He was standing in a steaming shower in the middle of the goddamn woods actually contemplating what he wanted or didn’t want to do with Katherine Fucking Marsh.
Matt looked down, shaking his head at the solid shaft protruding from his lower half, and something clicked.
That’s it!
This had nothing to do with his heart. He was just horny.
It had been too damn long since he’d gotten laid, and his dick was pissed because he wouldn’t let it slide into Kat’s warm heat.
As a medic, Matt understood there were real, physical and mental side-effects that came with sexual frustration.
He felt like such an idiot.
Lathering his hands up nice and good, Matt set the bar of soap back down onto the shower’s built-in shelf. Then, wrapping his sudsy fingers around his swollen cock, he began to slide his hand back and forth, using long, slow strokes.
Ah, yeah. That’s better.
Shoulders relaxing some, Matt closed his eyes to help focus on the task at hand. Or rather,inhis hand.
