BY the time I could breathe normally again, Matt had disappeared and returned, his sweatpants slung low on his hips as he gently wiped my groin with a damp washcloth.
All I could manage to do was watch him as he tossed the towel in a hamper and sit on the edge of the bed beside me. His eyes were sparkling as he watched me.
With a gentle tug, I grabbed his arm and pulled him down to me. He settled in beside me, his legs tangled in mine, the soft fleece of his sweatpants a startling contrast to my bare legs. "That was amazing," I told him softly, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, the spark between us would fizzle.
He gave me a sheepish grin, and I laughed as his cheeks flushed to a light pink. "No, really." I told him as I pushed the hir off his forehead. "I think that was the most ama
