There was a lot planned, and I needed to get through this week without wearing through a billion sets of panties.
I relinquished my stranglehold on the railing and headed for the bathroom. The hotel had a selection of cutesy shampoo, conditioner, and bubble bath bottles, even a little bath bomb for those stressful Bahamian evenings—not that there should have been any.
I drew myself a bath and stripped down, studying my reflection in the mirror. Mist rolled across it, blurring my image.
A knock rat-tatted at my room door.
I frowned.
God, what if it was him?
No way. He wouldn’t come up here now. He’d have gotten the picture. Likely, it was Emilia or one of the others coming to find out where I was.
I left the bath running, slipped on the fluffy robe the hotel had provided, and went to open up.
“Hi,” Matt said, skewering me with those perfect eyes. He leaned one arm against the door jamb, his shirt pulling tight against those muscles.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Can’t the best man come by to check on the maid of honor without a full-scale inquisition?” He paused. “Are you running a bath?”
“Yeah. Just a sec.” I hurried back to turn off the water. The squeak of the faucet and the drip of water did nothing to soothe me. He was here again. What for? Why did he have to—?
“You dropped this.” He spoke in the bathroom doorway.
Shivers rose on my skin and I spun toward him.
Matt held out my silver clutch.
I’d been so freaked, I hadn’t even realized it was missing. Goddamn, my phone was in there and everything.
I stared at his outstretched hand. His gaze roved over my robe, which had parted slightly, revealing a little of my cleavage.
“I’m interrupting,” he said, speaking slowly, the scent of his cologne fighting with the vanilla-scented bath bomb.
“Yes.”
Another quiet stretch grew between us, interrupted only by the drip-drip of the tap.
“I’ll go. Here.” He gestured with the clutch.
My bare feet whispered across the tiles. I stopped in front of him, peering down at the clutch. “You didn’t have to bring it.”
“What else was I going to do?”
“Leave it there? Leave it at the front desk?”
“I wanted to see you again,” he said.
“Why?” I met his gaze. My heart skipped beats, and I flushed hot all over.
The look in his eyes… oh god, I didn’t want to think about what it meant.
“You know why,” he said and moved toward me.
His hands found my face, his thumbs slipping around to the back of my neck and holding me, gently, like he was afraid I’d break.
Our lips met, and the world blurred into passion and heat. His mouth against mine, breaths mingling, tongues massaging and desperate. I moaned, my fingers jerking against the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to get them loose.
Matt reached down and stripped the shirt open, sending those buttons flying in every direction.
I yelped at the sudden show of strength then melted into him again, losing the rational parts of myself. The animal need to be taken by him was left over, and I sank into that, let it wash over me.
“Please,” I whispered.
He ripped my robe off and let it fall to the ground. He smoothed his palms over my body, bringing them to my breasts and cupping them. He squeezed and lowered his mouth to my throat, working a path down, using teeth and tongue, warmth and wetness, until he drew my nipple into his mouth.
Paradise.
I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held on for dear life.
Matt covered me in those kisses, building heat and wetness, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grasped a handful of his hair and pulled lightly. “Please. Now.”
“Not here.” He bent and swept me into his arms, carried me to the bedroom, and lowered me onto the white cotton sheets.
He backed up a step, his eyes dark and filled with desire. “Perfect,” he croaked.
Tattoos stretched across Matt’s torso, lying against that tan skin, but his abs were bare, defined. A V on his abdomen disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants, and the lightest smattering of dark hair traveled from his bellybutton and trailed below.
“What?” He tilted his head to one side. “You want me.”
“Yes.”
He didn’t smile but undid his belt, whipped it off, and tossed it aside. The pants came off next, and he pulled them down, exposing his thick cock.
I’d forgotten. Or maybe I’d blocked it out, but it was thick and hard, with a mushroom tip larger than seemed possible. He dripped pre-cum for me.
Matt ran his hand over his shaft and up to the head of his cock, gathering the fluid and smoothing it over. He gritted his teeth, his hips thrusting of their own volition. “Touch yourself for me.”
I slipped my fingers between my legs and gathered my wetness. I brought it up to my clit and circled it, jerking and opening my legs, moaning and tossing my head. My breasts bounced, my body was alive, every nerve-ending on fire for him.