He stepped inside and carefully set his helmet on the entryway floor. I took his jacket and hung it on my coat tree. His light blue t-shirt was splattered with water, highlighting the curves of his muscular chest. It was hard not to stare and lick my lips at the same time.
He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up. “I didn't like the way we left things at the office today,” he explained.
I frowned. We'd both said a polite goodbye and left. He went on his bike, I'd gotten in my car, and Donna had waved to both of us.
“Okay.” I nodded like that made sense. “Let me grab you a towel.”
It was as good an excuse as any to give me a moment to compose myself. Jacob Matthews, the sexiest man alive, was soaking wet and at my house. This was a temptation that I wasn't sure I could handle. I hoped he was a stronger person than I was.
I came back with a towel to find that he'd stripped off his wet shirt. Instead of just standing wet in my house, he was now wet and half-naked in my house.
I handed him the towel, trying not to stare at his skin. “You said you wanted to talk?”
He nodded. “I went home and I realized that we didn't go over everything.”
I nodded. I couldn't help it, but I was turned on. It was taking all my will power not to reach out and touch him. My fingers knew how good his skin would feel.
“Right. You're here to talk.”
I quivered with desire as he took a step toward me. Our eyes met and we both knew that he wasn't here to have a conversation.
Our bodies flew into a kiss as if we were magnets. Our lips collided, his arms tangling into my hair as he pressed himself to me. All the energy spent trying to stay apart changed into trying to get closer together.
My fingers reached for his pant buttons as he pulled my shirt up and over my head.
“I wanted to talk to you about work,” he said, stepping out of his pants once I'd released the button. He shimmied out of his briefs, leaving him gloriously naked other than his wet socks.
He tossed my shirt to the side and tugged at my shorts. I moved my hands to take over, doing quick work of taking everything off.
“We really should be more professional,” I gasped as he bent his head and took my nipple into his mouth.
“Professional is a good word,” he murmured against my breast before flicking his tongue against me. I moaned, taking his head into my hands. His hair was warm between my fingers.
“We should probably sit down to discuss this,” I gasped, arching my back into him. His mouth was magic against me.
“You're absolutely right,” he agreed. He stood up and glanced around before seeing my couch. He reached down and grabbed a condom out of his jeans pocket and then met me by the couch.
“Have a seat,” I told him, pushing gently on his shoulder. He sat, and I straddled his lap. He was already hard and ready to go against me. I rocked against him, not taking him in yet. The heat in my core shot up two levels knowing that he wanted me.
“We should discuss proper workplace decorum,” he thrust upward, seeking the source.
“You're absolutely right,” I whimpered, taking the condom from him. “I think we can keep things professional in the office. It's very doable.”
“I'm so glad you agree,” he groaned as I slid the condom down over him. He felt so good in my hands, I couldn't wait to feel how good he would feel in other places.
“I'm glad we had this chat,” I told him, raising myself up and over him. Our eyes met. His eyes were dark and heated. His hair was messy from my fingers. Lightning flashed but I couldn't hear the thunder over the sound of my pounding heart.
“I think we've come to an excellent agreement,” he agreed before thrusting into me.
Bliss washed through me as I threw my head back and savored the feeling of him.
He rocked his hips in time with mine, the lighting flashing and thunder masking all the sounds of our bodies joining.
His mouth kissed along my shoulder and throat, up to my mouth. I kissed him. I'd wanted to kiss him since the moment I knew him. I'd wanted to kiss him every moment we'd spent together today. It had nearly killed me to know I would never know his taste again.
So I relished this. I took my time and kissed him. I felt every inch of his skin, my hands ran along his shoulders and back as I rode him. Thunder rumbled outside, but it was nothing compared to the electricity flowing between the two of us as we fucked.
We panted with need, each of us pushing the other to go faster and harder. Need drove us. This wasn't slow and sensual. This was instinctual and hard. We needed to feel one another. We needed to find our release so that we could then go slow and steady.