He shifted so that he had one arm either side of her and she was sandwiched between moist, sudsy warmth one side and hard, male heat on the other. A strangled giggle escaped her. ‘Mats!’
‘Mm?’ Nuzzling the nape of her neck, he nudged her hair aside to find the soft skin with his lips. ‘This is a great way to wash up.’
The bubbles that ran off her wrists sparkled with rainbows and Ezz felt as if she sparkled with rainbows too. ‘Mm,’ she found herself returning. And maybe there was a ‘muh’ and an ‘ooh’ in there, too, as her eyes closed, and all those sparkling rainbows of pleasure burst into a melting sensation that slithered down her back.
Instinctively, she turned in his arms and searched for his mouth. Mats’ lips were warm and soft but excited and hungry, and his hips pressed into the cradle of hers. Time slowed. He didn’t complain that her fingers were damp as they threaded through his silky hair, and she ignored her hip pressing uncomfortably against a drawer handle and it felt suspiciously as if water was filtering under her waistband. She pressed against him, loving the shock of her breasts against his lean body and the answering jolt that shook through him.
Nothing seemed as important as their kisses, making her heart thud in a way that echoed to the soles of her feet. His hands stroked her back and followed the shape of her waist. His hardness pulsed against her, as if it would dissolve their clothes to find its way inside her.
And, oh, boy,thatwas what she wanted. This man. In bed. All night long. He was leaving Rothach – she knewthat – but not yet, notyet.‘Oh, yeah,’ she breathed. More words wanted to pour out of her, to tell him how he was setting her on fire, how she hadn’t felt like this for so long, if ever, but they stuck in her brain, which apparently couldn’t process every message her body was sending.
Mats, breathing like a train, rained kisses on her face, squeezing her against his body. ‘Whatever the question is, it’s a yeah from me too,’ he gasped, nibbling along the exposed, incredibly sensitive skin at her neckline, nearly sending her off like a rocket.
‘Upstairs?’ she gasped.
‘Oh,yeah.’ He eased their embrace, so they could crab their way across the now-damp flagstones towards the hall without disentangling.
‘There’s a step,’ she panted, just as he tripped.
‘Found it,’ he reported wryly. Up the hall, slithering along the walls, then she felt for the light switch, and they stumbled up the stairs. When she murmured, ‘My dress is soaked,’ he turned, a foot on one step and a knee a couple of steps higher. Taking the opportunity for a long, slow kiss, he felt for her zip and whizzed it down, so her back felt the cool air. Slowly, exquisitely, he eased the fabric over her shoulders, her arms and down her legs, following with brushes of his lips that began the rainbow sensation all over again.
She shivered, and he wrapped her in his arms.
‘Now you’re cold.’ He ushered her up the last few steps. ‘Which room?’
‘That one.’ She pointed.
He paused at the bathroom to grab a towel, then swung her into her bedroom, where the glow of streetlights filtered through the glass. The fluffiness of the towel descended on her back, and began to draw soft, caressing circles.
Every vestige of chill left her skin. ‘Curtains,’ she murmured, not sure pub-goers could see in, but not sure they couldn’t. He released her long enough to close the night out, while she lit a lamp.
Then they were facing each other beside the bed. He stroked her face, the side of her neck, her shoulder. ‘Still yes?’
She loved a man who made sure. ‘Yes, from me,’ she whispered.
A tremor shook through him. ‘A very big yes from me. Huge, urgent yes. Yes, yes, yes.’
They sank onto the bed together, his fingers pulling down her straps, unfastening her bra so her breasts, freed, swung into his face. ‘Gorgeous,’ he muttered. Then his mouth was hot and his hands sure.
‘Shirt, shirt,’ she insisted. ‘I don’t like being naked on my own.’
‘One shirt coming off.’ A deft motion and it was off over his head without unbuttoning, ruffling his hair. ‘Trousers to follow.’ A zip and a wriggle and he was out of them too, his erection hard against her through his boxers.
Ezz almost lost her mind at the feel of the scalding heaviness of him against her sensitive flesh. ‘That’s better. That’s the best. That’s awesome,’ she murmured, thoughts scrambling, limbs trembling at the sublime sensation of hot skin on hot skin, teasing mouth on breasts as, between them, they freed themselves of the final items of underwear.
Ezz would probably have checked her condoms were in date and then gone for a burning, insistent, fast-and-fucky coupling, but Mats took several audible breaths and whispered, ‘Let me stroke you.’ He sounded as if he were saying it through gritted teeth.
She paused, thinking he might need a moment to establish control. Then every hair stood on end becausehis fingertips were skating over her body, as if mapping it to commit to memory. That felt good. That felt like heaven was a real place. His palms circled over her back, over the globes of her buttocks, her thighs – between her legs so gently, just tracing the shape of her. She was going to explode. His knuckles grazed her before he moved back to her breasts, stroking, kissing.
Although his breath came heavy, he managed whole words and even short phrases like: ‘You OK?’ And: ‘That good?’ and she gasped only, ‘Uh-huh,’ followed by her mind exploding.
Her hands refused to glide around in the measured way his did. Instead, she clutched his buttocks, then his waist, pressing her open mouth against his chest, then his neck, tasting his skin. Finally, urgency encouraged her brain and mouth to work together on a whole sentence. ‘I have condoms in the bathroom.’
He paused in nibbling his way up her ribcage, which feltincredible, still breathing hard. ‘Mine are in my jeans.’ He leant out of bed to flail an arm in the direction of his abandoned jeans and hook them to him, one hand on her as if he was scared she’d run away. ‘Why in the hell don’t you keep your condoms in your bedroom?’
‘I don’t bring men here. Let me do it. I like doing it.’ She slipped the square packet from his hand.
Rolling onto his back, he breathed, ‘I love that.’
