One foot began to slide over the metaphorical edge, but Kat kept herself from falling. She wasn’t that same young, impressionable teenager anymore. No, she was an intelligent adult who knew making a decision such as this would come at a cost. A very high cost.
Being with Matt again would almost certainly cause her more pain and heartache than ever before. She didn’t care. It had been far too long since she’d felt a man’s touch.Thisman’s touch.
She’d spent countless nights pretending her own hand was his, using the memories of those wonderful, stolen moments with him as a guide. But nothing compared to the real thing.
Blinking against the running water, Kat cupped one side of his face and nodded. “I’m not asking for anything more than this. Just this. Just for tonight.”
Matt’s indecision warred inside him for only a few seconds longer. After that, he was reaching behind her to shut the door and slamming his mouth against hers. Immediately, his hands began tearing at the hem of her shirt as he worked the soaked material up and over her head.
Thank you, God!
A loud slapping sound echoed off the shower’s walls as her shirt fell onto the tiles next to her feet. Not wanting to waste a precious second of their time together, Kat quickly reached behind her back, releasing the clasp on her white, lacy bra.
Slipping it over her shoulders, she let it join her shirt below, her heart beating with the force of a kick drum as Matt stood back and took his fill.
“Jesus,” he mumbled, using a hand to wipe the water from his face. “Even better than I remember.” His mouth was on her in less than a second.
Kat cried out, her head falling back as his hot lips formed a seal around one of her hard, sensitive nipples. Matt licked and laved and sucked while his free hand kneaded and caressed the other breast.
Taking a moment to give it the same attention as the first, Matt continued to work his magic as Kat ran her fingers through his dark, wavy hair. Teeth pulled against her solid nub, the sensation falling on just this side of pain.
“Matt,” she crooned, his name a rough and needy plea.
As if her breasts were somehow connected to her sex, Kat involuntarily thrust her hips forward in an attempt to grind away the powerful aching now present between her thighs.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he snarled. “I’ll give you what you need.” Heated, almost angry eyes locked on hers as he reached down and yanked the button at her waistband loose. “What we both need.”
Squatting, Matt peeled the wet denim roughly down her legs, taking her white laced panties with them as he went. With her help, they awkwardly freed the garments from both her feet, piling the sopping clothes together.
Rather than stand straight up, Matt wrapped a hand around one of her ankles to guide her legs apart. Once she was positioned to his liking, he dug his fingers into her thighs, holding her in place as he half-bit, half-kissed his way up her legs to the center of her core.
He brought himself eye-level with her sex, the water beating down on them both as she watched him revel in what he was seeing.
Kat should probably be embarrassed by the position, but she wasn’t. After all, this wasn’t the first time he’d had his head between her legs. Somehow, it still felt that way.
Looking down, Kat watched as he brought a hand to the one place she was ready to beg for him to touch. His eyes rose to meet hers, the emotion there so dark, so intense, she couldn’t find a word to describe it.
Never before had she been more nervous—or turned on—than she was in that very moment.
Not wasting any time, Matt traced her bare slit with his middle finger before sliding it deep into her core. Kat gasped as an appreciative moan rumbled through his chest.
“Christ, you’re wet.” He began pumping in and out. “Soaked for me, aren’t you, Doc?” His eyes met hers.
“Y-yes,” Kat nodded. She closed her eyes, her hand blindly reaching to the side, slipping against the slick, shower door as she grappled for something to hold on to.
“Hold onto my head.”
The order had her peeling her eyes back open. “What?”
Rather than answer, Matt used his free hand to move one of hers to the top of his head. “Hold on.”
Next, he reached behind one of her knees and lifted her leg up and over his shoulder. The movement would’ve thrown her off balance had she not been holding on to his head as instructed. With her legs spread wider, the position left her pussy wide open and on display. From the sounds he was making, it was exactly how Matt wanted it.
“Fuck, yeah.” He added a second finger, sliding his digits in and out with more speed and force than before.
The rough, incredible movements brought Kat to a different ledge. One she couldn’t wait to fall off of.
“Please, Matt.”
