Emma’s back arched as she groaned with need and frustration.
The friction from her shorts rubbing her heated core only made it worse. When the sound of the shower filled the room, Emma wondered if he would hear her take care of herself while he was doing the same. Her hands quickly unbuttoned her shorts, and she closed her eyes as she slid a hand down and felt how wet she was. Her moan and her touch were like electricity on her skin.
She hadn’t heard the bathroom door open as she stroked herself slowly. Her eyes were tightly shut as she recalled the feeling of his body on hers.
Matt stood frozen in the doorway as he watched the girl of his dreams start to please herself before him.
He had one hand braced on the door, and the other clutched a towel slung low on his hips. He was going
