And just like that, Cam was pulling into the kerb. She had the good sense not to pull onto the drive. Letting the engine idle, she tilted the bike a little to aid Matty as she climbed off. Removing the helmet, Matty clipped it back into place on the back.
“Thanks for the ride,” she whispered.
“Anytime. See you at your next shift.” Cam was about to roll the bike forward to turn it quietly, but stopped, winking at Matty. “Oh, and have a good night.”
Matty blushed. “Thanks.”
She waved and watched Cam ride off, then turned towards the house and looked up at the landing window and the dim light glowing inside.
Her clit thrummed. Her body was alive.
One step at a time—that was all she could focus on.
Chapter forty-five
She lifted the mat and her excitement rose another notch when she saw the key shining in the moonlight. Picking it up, she felt almost as though she were moving through a dream. Her body was exhausted, the shift at the bar had been a busy one and she’d been on her feet all night, yet her mind was racing with the possibilities that lay ahead. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d been this turned on by anyone.
Pushing the key into the lock, she turned it slowly, feeling it catch and unlock. She pressed her hip against the wood, the door easing open after a gentle shove.
As quietly as possible, she closed it and slipped off her shoes, dropping her bag down next to them. There was nothing in it she would need right now.
Each step was slow and deliberate as she crept up, trying not to make a sound. The last thing she wanted was to wake Gloria and cause any further delay.
It felt like an age before reaching the top of the stairs. She stopped on the last one, wincing as a floorboard creaked beneath her, tensing up and waiting to see if Gloria heard. When nothing happened after about ten seconds, she moved on and crossed the small hall. And then she was there, outside Sloan’s bedroom door.
She flicked the hall light off, then pushed the handle, opening the door a crack. A small bedside lamp lit the area around the bed, and she could see Sloan, lying on her side, watching her.
They smiled and whispered their hellos, Sloan propping herself up on one elbow.
“I thought you’d be another thirty minutes,” Sloan whispered.
“Got a lift,” Matty answered, moving forward.
“Stop,” Sloan said, raising a palm. “Take it all off for me.”
“I need a shower.”
Sloan smirked. “Then you’ll still need to take it all off for me, won’t you?”
Matty stood still. She tilted her head slightly, considering the…request? Order? Her instinct had been to get her clothes off as fast as possible and dive straight into bed so Sloan could finally do something about the state she’d been left in all day. But now, seeing the way Sloan was looking at her, feeling how her own body reacted to those words, made her badly want to do exactly as she was told.
Only then did she realise she hadn’t taken her jacket off and left it downstairs with the rest of her things.
One by one, her clothes slid from her body and landed in a heap on the floor. When she was down to her bra and knickers, she paused. She didn’t move again straight away, instead just standing there and letting Sloan take her in.
“Keep going...I want to see you.”
Matty smiled. “You’ve already seen me...what I want is to see you.”
Sloan took a slow breath, then with one hand gripped the duvet and pulled it up and over to the side, baring herself to Matty’s gaze. Sloan was a vision—all tanned skin, stark against the white sheet.
Matty’s gaze dropped from Sloan’s face to her bare breasts, nipples taut in the suddenly cooler air. She took in the dip of her waist, the rise of her hip, the sparse, neatly trimmed hair between her legs.
“All of it. Off. Now.”
Matty reached behind her back first, fingers less steady than she wanted them to be. The clasp gave, and Sloan’s eyes stayed on her as she slid the straps from her shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor.
Her knickers took longer—not because they were difficult, but because she could feel Sloan watching every second of it. Some stubborn, reckless part of her wanted to make that waiting and watching last a little longer. When she finally pushed the knickers down and stepped out of them, the room seemed to go even quieter.
