He stared up at her. “You begging me, Doc?”
She nodded. Hell yes, she was begging.
“Good.” He pumped harder. Faster.
Kat hollered for God as he brought his lips to her clit. Matt flicked the distended nub as he continued moving his hand to the beat of the rough, torturous rhythm he’d created. Soon, her body was shaking with need, his delicious torture bringing her precariously close to the release only he could give.
Kat opened her mouth to announce that she was about to come when suddenly, he tore his mouth away. His movements slowed, the change in pace ebbing the glorious pressure his fingers had been working so hard to build.
No!
Her eyes shot open, the smugness staring back up at her telling. He’d done it on purpose. Was punishing her. For which sin, she wasn’t sure. Didn’t care. Kat only knew what she needed, and in that moment, more than anything, she needed him to finish the job.
Two can plan at this game.
In a surprise move, she slid her leg from his shoulder and knelt down in front of him. Taking his face between her hands, Kat took control and brought her mouth to his. With his fingers still inside her, Matt began pumping them in and out of her velvet heat once more. She would’ve smiled in triumph had the sensation not been so overwhelmingly good.
Thrusting his tongue between her lips, he started moving it against hers in the same rhythm as his hand, but before she could find what she so desperately wanted, Kat felt him yank his fingers free and start to stand.
“No!” she protested aloud. “W-what are y-you—”
Not giving her the chance to finish the thought, Matt wrapped his strong hands around her shoulders and pulled her back to her feet. Sliding those same hands around the back of her thighs, he positioned them under the heart-shaped curve of her bare cheeks.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
Willing to do whatever this man wanted, Kat did just that. A half-second later, she felt herself being lifted into the air, her legs instinctively clutching themselves around his narrow waist to keep from falling.
Spinning them around, Matt practically slammed her back against the shower wall. The blunt tip of his hot, seeping penis pressed eagerly against her swollen and inviting entrance as Matt began to shove himself inside. He stopped.
“Shit.”
Her heart dropped. Fearful of what he was about to say, Kat swallowed her pride and asked, “What?”
“Condom.”
Kat shook her head. “I haven’t been with anyone since—”
“I don’t fuck without a condom.”
Right.
Of course, he’d been with other women. Probably several. She couldn’t fault him for that, but still. Irrationally the thought broke her heart in two.
Doing her best to not picture Mattfuckinganyone else, Kat lowered her legs and straightened her shoulders. Since she had never even bought a condom before, she began to slide between him and the wall, toward the shower door.
“It’s fine. We probably shouldn’t—”
A hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist. “Didn’t say I don’t have one.”
“Oh.” Kat licked some warm water from her upper lip. “O-okay.” Not bothering to ask why he’d brought a condom with him, she stood still, waiting for him to take the lead.
“They’re in my bag.”
Not bothering to dry off, Matt lifted Kat back into his arms. A tiny squealing sound formed in the back of her throat but was cut off when his tongue filled her mouth once more. Carrying her into the living room, he somehow managed to reach for his bag with one hand while keeping her in place with the other.
The move was far more impressive than it should’ve been, but damn. The man was seriously built. Carrying both her and the bag over to the couch, he plopped it down onto the coffee table, unzipped it with one hand, and pulled out a brand-new box of condoms.
Glancing back at him questioningly, he quickly blew it off with, “Always keep them in my go-bag. Multiple uses in the field.”
