A snort escaped before she could stop it. “I know.”
He smiled back, kneading the balls of her feet with his thumbs.
She let out a wordless moan. His fingers felt so good, strong and sure as they coaxed warmth back to her icicle toes. His eyes met hers, dark with lust, the light blue just a rim around the black of his pupils. His smile turned wicked, and she became aware of the hardness pressing against her other ankle. Heat rose in her cheeks, and his smile only grew bigger. He shifted his attention to her other foot, picking it up so that it didn’t press against his cock anymore.
After massaging and warming her foot, he worked his way up her calf, squeezing the muscle, his thumbs stroking and caressing her skin, warming her legs too. When he reached her knee, he moved her leg to the side, pushing the blanket off her so it slid to the floor, moving between her legs into the opening he’d created. She let him, enjoying the way his hands felt on her too much to stop. She sucked in a breath as his hands continued their way up, one on each leg, slowly moving and caressing their way from her knees to her thighs, spreading them farther apart, raising the hem of her skirt until it barely covered her thong, his face intent as he watched the path his hands made. He lowered himself, lining up his pelvis with hers, resting between her thighs, before raising his eyes to hers and kissing her deeply. He took his time, his tongue sliding and stroking against hers.
His hands skimmed up under the sweatshirt, and he sat back to peel it off her. She sat up as well, raising her arms to help. Out of the cold and now with his weight on her and his tongue in her mouth, she was getting too warm, feeling suffocated by the sweatshirt, its thickness an unwanted barrier. His eyes traveled over her, taking in the swell of her cleavage where it rose under the square neckline of her black dress. He traced a finger along the edge of the fabric, and her nipples hardened even more, like they were reaching out for him. Cupping her breasts with his hands, he leaned in and kissed her again, dropping teasing kisses along the sensitive skin below her jaw, sucking lightly at her pulse point, nipping at her collarbone and soothing the sting with his tongue. He lowered the strap on her left shoulder, sliding it down her arm to expose more of her skin to his lips and teeth and tongue. After a moment he sat back and started over down the other side, one of his hands traveling under her skirt, gripping her bare ass, moving to the front to cup her mound, his fingers moving over the thin fabric of her thong.
He sat back once more, stripping off his T-shirt one handed. She loved when guys did that, any guy, but especially this guy, the muscles in his shoulders and chest bunching and rippling with his movements. She gave in to the urge she had in the car and reached out to run her fingers over his tattoo. She remembered when he’d gotten it, that summer they were together. It had been a couple of weeks after they’d met. He had asked her to come with him, and she’d held his other hand while the tattoo artist worked, keeping her eyes anywhere but on the buzzing needle etching those lines and swirls into his skin. Afterward, his arm bandaged, he’d held her tight and kissed her.
And now here they were again, with him shirtless and an obvious bulge behind his zipper. It pressed into her when he kissed her. She knew what he wanted, even though he’d said okay when she told him they wouldn’t be having sex tonight.
But after kissing him and being with him like this, she was considering changing her mind.
He pressed his hand over hers, stilling her fingers on his arm, and she looked up into his face. Leaning forward, he pressed her back into the couch again, lining their bodies up, rocking the hard ridge of his cock against her center as though their clothes weren’t a barrier. He slid his hands under her ass, rucking her skirt up around her waist, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties.
A scrape and a click followed by a giggle sounded from Hannah’s right. She froze, pushing at Matt’s shoulders until he stopped too. The front door opened and two people spilled in along with a gust of cold air, laughing and talking and clearly drunk.
“Oh my God!” That was the girl, her hand covering her mouth, her dark curls bouncing around her shocked face.
“Dude! You didn’t tell us you were gonna score.” The guy’s eyes were open wide, his arm around the girl, and she turned and smacked him on the chest.
Hannah’s face grew warm, and she tried pulling her straps up and pushing her skirt down at the same time. Matt got off her, facing the two intruders who still stood by the open door. Sitting up, she took cover behind his body as much as possible while straightening her clothes.
Oh God. This was beyond embarrassing. And just further proof that this was a terrible idea.
Matt ran a hand over his hair and face, muttering to himself, but she couldn’t make out his words. When she had straightened her dress, she grabbed his sweatshirt from the coffee table, clutching it to her chest, certain she looked ridiculous, but feeling the need for another layer between her and these strangers.
Matt glanced back at her and extended a hand to help her stand up. “Hannah, these are my roommates, Chris and Megan. Guys, this is Hannah.” He tilted his
