“It is my roommate Macy’s apartment. She’s ungodly rich and apparently thinks I’m like her best friend or something, so she lets me live here for peanuts. I’m totally taking advantage of her,” I quip.
“I seriously doubt you even know how to take advantage of someone,” Matt murmurs as he lifts me up into his arms so that my legs go around his waist. “Enough talk, though. I need to be inside of you.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press against his lips, welcoming the feel of his tongue against mine. His palms grip my ass hard, pressing me down against his erection, which is already seeking release against his zipper. Pulling away slightly, I mumble against his lips, “Bedroom’s down the hall.”
Matt starts walking back toward my bedroom, rubbing his chin along my neck as we go. His five o’clock shadow abrades deliciously against my skin, causing me to shiver.
“I’d love to take a shower first,” Matt says when I point out my bedroom door. “Will you join me?”
“Hmmmm,” I muse. “You, me, hot, soapy shower… that sounds terrible.”
Laughing, Matt follows my direction and carries me into my bathroom. While he strips both of us down, I ask, “So… how was Atlanta?”
“I’m exhausted, but it was a good trip. I got the case that we were mediating settled. Client’s happy,” he said, while trailing a finger up the outside of my leg and over my hipbone. His hand goes between my legs, so I barely can comprehend him when he asks, “How was the rest of your week?”
I think a garbled sound came out, followed by a low moan, and immediately finished by a breathy pant.
He grins at me. “That good, huh?”
I nod my head, and he pushes me into the shower. My hands start wandering, playing over the hard lines of his chest, digging into his shoulders. I let my fingertips gently bump along the marbled ridges of his stomach, and I playfully tug on his happy trail of hair. While Matt shampoos my hair, I take him in my hands and start stroking him to life, which doesn’t take much effort on my part.
Batting my hands away, Matt says, “Let’s finish this shower. I’m dying to get you in the bed.”
“What’s wrong with shower sex?” I ask, my lip sticking out in a full-blown pout that I’m hoping will earn a nibble from Matt.
Kissing me on the nose and sticking me under the water to rinse off, he says, “Nothing… I’m just so tired, I don’t know if I can hold you up. Bed sex tonight. Shower sex in the morning after I’ve rested.”
With that, Matt slaps me on the butt and hops out, wrapping a towel around his waist. “Hurry up… I’ll be waiting.”
He heads back into my bedroom, while I quickly slap some conditioner on my head and work it through my long locks. Rinsing it well, I turn the water off. I dry off as quickly as possible, but there’s nothing worse than taking long, wet hair to bed. Quickly brushing the tangles out, I turn the hair dryer on, trying to get the majority of the dampness out of it.
But I think of Matt lying in my bed… naked… slightly moist… completely horny for me, and, after three minutes, I give up and turn the dryer off. We’re just going to have to deal with wet pillows from my head.
Dropping my towel to the floor, I turn the bathroom light off and walk into the bedroom.
There is my hunk of burning love… my orgasm master, my energizer bunny, sprawled out waiting for me on the bed.
Fast asleep.
I can tell he tried to stay awake. He has one foot propped on the floor and the other on the bed; his legs are wide open with his package all squarely tucked in for a nice sleep. It’s no longer standing at attention and seeking my interest the way it was five minutes ago.
Taking a moment, I gaze at Matt. He is an unbelievably sexy man, absolute perfection in my mind. He’s strong, confident, and quick-witted—an alpha to the core.
But watching him lay on my bed, sound asleep, with his mouth slightly open and a soft snore emitting, he looks incredibly vulnerable to me right now.
The great sex god, Matt Connover, is too tired to make love to me tonight.
And there’s something about it that touches my heart.