"I'd rather show you." He took her hand and pulled her close, then crushed his mouth to hers before releasing her. "Take off your clothes."
She lifted her brows but didn't argue, and he watched as she stripped, then walked toward him, completely naked.
"Your turn?"
"Nope," he said. "I like this just fine." He nodded toward a bench press, and she didn't even ask what he wanted. Just laid back, her legs on either side, open and wet for him. So wet that he almost came right then.
"Scoot to the end," he said, then got down on his knees and buried his face between her legs. She tasted like heaven, and all he'd intended to do was get her off. But now his cock was aching
, and he had to have her. Had to be inside her.
When he told her so, she moaned. "Yes. Oh, God, please, yes."
"On your knees on the mat," he ordered and she complied without hesitation. "Head down. Oh, baby." He cupped her ass, then freed his cock. This time he'd been smart and put a condom in his wallet, which he now retrieved.
He sheathed himself and slowly stroked the tip of his cock up and down, sliding along the sensitive area between her pussy and her ass.
She whimpered, and the sound made him harder. "Now. Please. Just fuck me now."
How the hell could he deny that? He used his fingers to ready her, then eased his cock in. She was so tight, and he was so ready, and as he pounded into her, he reached around and teased her clit, feeling her muscles convulse around his cock as she got closer and closer. Until finally--incredibly--she went over the edge, her body drawing his cock in so hard and tight that he lost his load at the same time that her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the mat.
"Wow," she said later as she rolled over and straddled him on the mat. "That was amazing. And we really have to clean this place up."
He laughed. "Yeah. We'll take care of that. Later."
"Good," she said, then rolled over and snuggled close, tucking her body against his. He sighed, so content that it made his chest swell. But, dammit, he couldn't let himself get too comfortable?
He started to rise.
"Matthew?"
"I'm sorry. But I--"
She rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. "What is it?"
Shit. "I just--I know you're not interested in anything serious. I get it. I respect it. But knowing that ... oh, hell, Hannah. I don't want to let things between us get too comfortable."
"Oh." She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. For a moment, she simply sat like that, naked and strong and incongruously vulnerable.
Then she met his eyes, hers full of something that looked like hope. "What if I'm okay with things getting comfortable."
He tilted his head, wary. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I'm not writing us off. That maybe I want more than friends with benefits, or whatever we're calling this."
"Are you sure?" He couldn't quite wrap his mind around the idea that she'd want to explore something permanent with him. She was off arguing about the constitution in courthouses. He was going to spend the next week trying to find the best price on spin bicycles.
Her brows rose a bit, then she grinned. "I am, yeah," she said as moved to straddle him, the feel of her naked body firing his senses. "Want me to prove it?"
And then, before he could even think about protesting, she leaned forward, her breasts soft against his chest, and kissed him.
*
Hannah wasn't sure how she pulled it off, but through some miracle of time management and stubbornness, she managed to not only blow through a significant amount of work at the office, but also to see Matthew each and every day well into the next week.
They'd checked out food truck fare in the evenings, taken long walks around the river, and watched the entire Liam Neeson action movie collection.
They'd also spent a ridiculously disproportionate time in bed at both her condo and at his house. And not in a relaxing way. Although she had to admit that their energetic sessions were definitely restorative.