Page 87 of Take My Heart
‘I’m just kidding,’ I say with a laugh. ‘I’ll keep it short.’
She drops her towel and is on me so fast I didn’t see it coming. I pick her up as she wraps her legs around my waist. We kiss as I walk us into the shower, going slow so I don’t trip. I back her against the tile wall, under the stream of hot water.
She reaches down and strokes my cock.
‘Fuck, that feels good,’ I groan.
She keeps doing it, and I’m loving every second, but if she doesn’t stop, this will be over before it starts. I take her hand off me and guide my cock inside her, slowly inching my way in as I kiss her.
She breaks from my lips, breathing hard, her eyes shut. ‘Oh God. So good. Why haven’t we been doing this?’
‘I thought you didn’t want to.’
She opens her eyes and looks at me. ‘I only said that because I thoughtyoudidn’t want to.’
‘Are you kidding?’ I say, my hands gripping her ass as I thrust into her. ‘This is the best sex of my life.’
‘Me too.’ She shuts her eyes again, holding onto me as I go faster. ‘Yeah, right there. Keep going.’
I keep it up until she’s screaming so loud the neighbors probably heard. I pause a moment to kiss her, then get going again.
‘Shit,’ I say, almost dropping her as I come. It’s a workout having to hold her up, but I’m not complaining. This was a very nice, very unexpected surprise. I kiss her, then gently set her down.
‘I need to wash my hair.’ Kate turns around and leans down to grab the shampoo bottle, her ass bumping into me.
‘You trying to go for round two?’
‘What do you mean?’ She pours shampoo in her hand.
‘You put your naked ass in front of me like that, we’ll be doing it again.’
She laughs and turns toward me. ‘You’re really into butts.’
‘Just yours.’ I wrap my arms around her as she washes her hair.
‘So does this mean we can go back to doing that?’
‘Is that what you want?’
‘I attacked you when you were trying to take a shower. I think that’s your answer.’
‘I’m happy you attacked me. It was a nice surprise. And my answer is yes, I’m totally up for doing that again. But if we do, it’s just sex? Nothing else?’
‘Well, yeah, we can’t date.’ She leans her head back under the water, washing the shampoo out. ‘I don’t live here, and even if I did, we’re not a good match.’
‘Why aren’t we a good match?’
‘You’re messy. I’m a neat freak. I’m organized. You’re disorganized. You hang pictures with tape. I spend weeks trying to find the perfect frame. You throw your clothes on the floor. I like everything put away.’
‘Hey! I’ve been using the hamper.’
‘I know.’ She smiles at me. ‘And I’m happy about that, but I also know the clothes will go back on the floor after I leave. And that’s okay. We’re different people.’
‘You really don’t think we could work?’
‘Brody, why are we talking about this? I’m only here for a couple weeks, maybe not even that. And you don’t want a girlfriend. You’ve told me that like ten times since I got here.’
‘It wasn’t ten times.’
