Page 66 of Jump

When I crash through the bathroom door, steam hits me like a wall, solid, humid, and almost choking. But then I smell him. His cologne. His personal musk I’ve grown addicted to, from the first moment he moved his things in and officially became a constant part of my life.

“Matt?” I set my wine on the vanity and turn to face the shower.

But where I expected to see him lathering or rinsing by now, instead, I see his chest, broad and pumped full of adrenaline, and his cock, hard and long and purple at the end, nestled in his large palm.

His eyes burn, and his stare pins me where I stand.

I guess he never expected me to come in here. To step out of my little world of shyness and into this blaze of uncertainty.

“I-I’m sorry for barging in.” But before I lose my nerve, I reach down and slowly begin lifting my top. “I’m sorry for caring about everyone else’s feelings more than I care about yours—or my own.”

“Vivian…” His voice is husky and hoarse, his breath racing in his chest. He releases his dick, but it remains standing at attention anyway. Seeping at the end and pointing straight at me. “What are you—”

“I’m coming to join you.”

I peel my sweater away and reveal my bare abdomen and my boring, black cotton bra. Dropping my shirt to the tile floor, I bring my hands to the waistband of my pants, but I don’t push them down. I don’t dare reveal myself yet.

Swallowing the nerves in my throat, I speak past the lump and hope it doesn’t betray me. “If you want me to leave, I can—”

“Fuck no.” He lopes out of the shower and scoops his muscular arm around my torso, lifting me off my feet until I scream. Then he drags me under the spray of the shower and slams me against the wall until my lungs empty and my chest heaves for more air.

Water rains down over his back, but it already got me.

It’s already on my face.

“I need you, Viv.” He holds me up like I weigh no more than a feather, and buries his face in the space between my shoulder and neck. His teeth graze my skin, and his tongue sends goosebumps sprinting straight after. “Fuck, but I need you.”

“I want tonight to be for us.” I drop my head back and whimper when he bites. When his dick crushes my clit, and the fabric of my pants becomes the only reason he’s not already deep inside me. “A hundred percent.”

He barks out a laugh and, with a hand I had no clue had circled around to my back, unsnaps my bra. “You don’t have to have sex with me as part of the deal.” He untangles the garment from my arms and tosses it to the shower floor. “That’s going above and beyond.”

“So you don’t want me to be in here?”

“Fuck yes I do.” He takes my pebbled nipple between his lips and bites until I cry out. “I just meant it wasn’t a requirement for your night as cook.”

My hips roll without my conscious effort. My heart thunders and my stomach whooshes, but only with anticipation now. The nausea left the moment he swung me into his arms.

“What if I want it to be a requirement?” I breathe out. “Dinner and an orgasm.”

He releases one breast and moves to the other. “Then you should probably increase my rent, since I’m getting a lot of bang for my buck.”

“You ass.” I cough out a laugh and smack his shoulder.

But his tongue wields magic, and his cock works hard to tear the seams of my pants.

“God, Matt. I want this so bad. I’ve wanted it since last time.”

He slips his hands into the back of my pyjama pants and cups my bare ass. “I fell in love with you the moment you allowed me a place to feel safe.” He leaves my nipple, and threads his hand in my hair to pull my face forward. “No one has ever given me that, Viv.” He slams his lips to mine and takes. Takes. Takes, until my lungs empty and my chest heaves. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Matt…”

He sets me on my feet so fast, my head swims and my heart stumbles. But then he places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down. Down.

Nerves jump in my blood, but his intention is clear, so I bend my knees and lower myself until they touch the floor of the shower.

“I’ve thought of this every single day since the last time you got on your knees for me,” he rumbles. “I’ve dreamed of it.”

“God.” I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my parched lips.

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