And then Matt’s lips descended to hers, warm and soft and just as incredible as she remembered them. She forgot to think as the kiss went from something that was gentle to something that was searing and wild and hot. She forgot to remember her past. She forgot the reasons she shouldn’t be with Matt in the first place. She forgot to think, to remember, to process, to do anything other than surrender.
It felt good. It felt so damn good.
Callie leaned into the kiss, pressing herself against Matt’s solid form. He was real. This was really happening. It wasn’t a dream that she had to wake herself up from. His tongue pushed between her lips and it was really real. She kissed him back with equal ferocity. Her tongue tangled with his and when he withdrew, she nipped at his lips, licking and probing until he opened his mouth to her.
Their teeth clashed together in her haste, but it was nice, that little shock of friction, the urgency. His cheek scraped against hers, his skin soft from a fresh shave, likely done just before he left for their date. She pulled away for a second and smelled pine and woods and the deeply erotic scent that was just Matt. It was raw and unmistakably masculine.
Her senses overwhelmed, all Callie could do was hang on. She sank her nails into Matt’s neck and pressed herself against him as his mouth crushed hers once more. His knee came between hers and she felt the hard bulge against her thigh. Her senses reeled at the contact. The throbbing that had been going on between her legs since the damn Christmas party was back. She felt the rush of wetness soak the sweatpants as she ground shamelessly against the rigid muscles of Matt’s leg.
She was almost embarrassed at how wet she was. She’d left her panties in the bathroom, hidden under her wet clothing, since everything was soaked through. She figured he’d never know…
Matt deepened the kiss. His hunger and desperation were evident and she pushed back just as forcefully, their mouths locked in a passionate war that neither of them was going to win. She didn’t want to win.
Desire pooled low in her stomach and her insides clenched hard. Her fingers swept through Matt’s hair, marveling at how soft it was, despite the product that was there. It was minimal and used on the outside of the golden strands.
He shifted, moving his knee away and she nearly cried out in frustration, but then his hand was there, on the inside of her thigh, and she vibrated with the touch. He explored her through the sweats, the outline of her leg, the curl of her hip, the flat planes of her stomach. She had his t-shirt tucked in to try and keep the too large sweats from slipping down her hips. He pulled it away easily and slid his hand under the waistband. He kept going, exploring her smooth sex.
She nearly jumped when she felt his fingers, as hot as molten lava, lower. He groaned loudly and even she felt the tremble that ripped through him.
“Dear Lord, you aren’t wearing any panties.”
As if he just realized. But maybe he did. Maybe his brain is moving as slow as mine. Like sludge.
“They were soaked,” she panted.
“From sledding,” he said huskily, as though he just realized what she was talking about.
“Yes.”
“You’re so smooth. And wet.” His finger moved over her sex and she knew it was true. She was shamefully wet, slick and throbbing. For him. “Are you still cold? Chilled? I have something that would warm you up.”
“What’s that?” As if I don’t already know. A bolt of fear raced through her, but she pushed it away. This was her night. This was her one damn night to feel alive again.
“A shower. With me.”
“I…” she hedged.
It was embarrassing. She never did this with anyone. She hadn’t come prepared, because as far as she was concerned, it wasn’t happening. Ever. It was supposed to be a nice, innocent evening. It was supposed to be, but I don’t want that anymore. She really doubted that she’d ever wanted it if she was totally honest with herself. Which was something she hadn’t been in a long time. Honesty was hard. Honesty hurt. Honesty beat the hell out of a person. It was easier to harden off, to block out the past and the painful memory. It was easy to hide behind walls made of stone and not let anyone in.
“What is it?” Matt took his hand away. He brought it up and gently stroked it over her bottom lip. She could smell her own feminine, dusky scent and her body heated up. The throbbing turned into a roar that needed to be sated.
“I- I didn’t bring- I’m not on anything. I mean- protection…”