I left work that day with a conflicted heart. Dr. Matthews and I worked well the rest of the day. We'd joked with patients and were even alone in the break room for a whole five minutes without taking our clothes off.

We could do this, I told myself. It would get easier with time. Maybe by next week I wouldn't want to jump his bones every time I saw him. Maybe by next month, I would forget just how good he felt inside of me. How I had felt complete.

Maybe.

But probably not.

I sighed as I put my car away and headed into the house. A summer storm chased the setting sun across the corn fields. Big, heavy, gray clouds filled the darkening sky and thunder rumbled as I went inside. The smell of rain on growing things and the cool breeze of a storm filled my home.

The humidity still flowed around me like water, but the storm would at least lower the temperature to something almost comfortable. I thought a quick shower and then I would sit by my window and watch the rain come in.

I ran upstairs and started the water. I tried not to think of Jacob as I undressed. I tried not to think of him as I washed my hair. I tried not to think of how he would like my legs smooth as I shaved them. I tried not to think of the way his hands felt on my hips, the strength of his fingers against my skin, the taste of his lips and the heat of his body.

I failed at not thinking of him.

I put on a pair of comfy cotton shorts and a cute t-shirt. Rain pattered on the windows and thunder rumbled overhead. My air conditioner kicked on and for the first time in weeks, I actually felt a little cool.

I went to the kitchen and started to make some dinner. I had some chicken breasts and local sweet corn and veggies. It wasn't going to be fancy, but it would taste good and make great leftovers for tomorrow. One of the perks of living in a farming town was that we had the best produce at the farmer's markets.

I started prepping the corn, trying not to think of Jacob and the way his muscles flexed. I decided I would watch TV with dinner tonight, or I'd spend my entire meal trying not to think of him and how we weren't going to be together ever again.

My doorbell rang. I paused with the corn half stripped and frowned. A flash of lightning lit the sky and rain pelted the roof. It was not the time of day to be outside.

I hurried over to the door and threw it open. Standing on my porch, soaking wet and looking hotter than hell, was Jacob Matthews.

His bike sat under my garage awning and he had his helmet in his hands. His hair was the only dry thing on him from being under his helmet. I tried not to stare at the way the water ran off his leather jacket or the fact that his jeans were totally soaked and sticking to his skin.

“Come in,” I said, throwing the door open. “What are you doing out here in the rain?”

He stepped inside and carefully set his helmet on the entryway floor. I took his jacket and hung it on my coat tree. His light blue t-shirt was splattered with water, highlighting the curves of his muscular chest. It was hard not to stare and lick my lips at the same time.

He ran a hand through his hair, making it stand up. “I didn't like the way we left things at the office today,” he explained.

I frowned. We'd both said a polite goodbye and left. He went on his bike, I'd gotten in my car, and Donna had waved to both of us.

“Okay.” I nodded like that made sense. “Let me grab you a towel.”

It was as good an excuse as any to give me a moment to compose myself. Jacob Matthews, the sexiest man alive, was soaking wet and at my house. This was a temptation that I wasn't sure I could handle. I hoped he was a stronger person than I was.

I came back with a towel to find that he'd stripped off his wet shirt. Instead of just standing wet in my house, he was now wet and half-naked in my house.

I handed him the towel, trying not to stare at his skin. “You said you wanted to talk?”

He nodded. “I went home and I realized that we didn't go over everything.”

I nodded. I couldn't help it, but I was turned on. It was taking all my will power not to reach out and touch him. My fingers knew how good his skin would feel.

“Right. You're here to talk.”

I quivered with desire as he took a step toward me. Our eyes met and we both knew that he wasn't here to have a conversation.

Our bodies flew into a kiss as if we were magnets. Our lips collided, his arms tangling into my hair as he pressed himself to me. All the energy spent trying to stay apart changed into trying to get closer together.

My fingers reached for his pant buttons as he pulled my shirt up and over my head.

“I wanted to talk to you about work,” he said, stepping out of his pants once I'd released the button. He shimmied out of his briefs, leaving him gloriously naked other than his wet socks.

He tossed my shirt to the side and tugged at my shorts. I moved my hands to take over, doing quick work of taking everything off.

“We really should be more professional,” I gasped as he bent his head and took my nipple into his mouth.

“Professional is a good word,” he murmured against my breast before flicking his tongue against me. I moaned, taking his head into my hands. His hair was warm between my fingers.

“We should probably sit down to discuss this,” I gasped, arching my back into him. His mouth was magic against me.

“You're absolutely right,” he agreed. He stood up and glanced around before seeing my couch. He reached down and grabbed a condom out of his jeans pocket and then met me by the couch.

“Have a seat,” I told him, pushing gently on his shoulder. He sat, and I straddled his lap. He was already hard and ready to go against me. I rocked against him, not taking him in yet. The heat in my core shot up two levels knowing that he wanted me.

“We should discuss proper workplace decorum,” he thrust upward, seeking the source.

“You're absolutely right,” I whimpered, taking the condom from him. “I think we can keep things professional in the office. It's very doable.”

“I'm so glad you agree,” he groaned as I slid the condom down over him. He felt so good in my hands, I couldn't wait to feel how good he would feel in other places.

“I'm glad we had this chat,” I told him, raising myself up and over him. Our eyes met. His eyes were dark and heated. His hair was messy from my fingers. Lightning flashed but I couldn't hear the thunder over the sound of my pounding heart.

“I think we've come to an excellent agreement,” he agreed before thrusting into me.

Bliss washed through me as I threw my head back and savored the feeling of him.

He rocked his hips in time with mine, the lighting flashing and thunder masking all the sounds of our bodies joining.

His mouth kissed along my shoulder and throat, up to my mouth. I kissed him. I'd wanted to kiss him since the moment I knew him. I'd wanted to kiss him every moment we'd spent together today. It had nearly killed me to know I would never know his taste again.

So I relished this. I took my time and kissed him. I felt every inch of his skin, my hands ran along his shoulders and back as I rode him. Thunder rumbled outside, but it was nothing compared to the electricity flowing between the two of us as we fucked.

We panted with need, each of us pushing the other to go faster and harder. Need drove us. This wasn't slow and sensual. This was instinctual and hard. We needed to feel one another. We needed to find our release so that we could then go slow and steady.

I melted into him as he moved inside of me, rubbing up against him, making him groan. His skin stuck to mine with the humidity and our sweat. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. His hand went to my front, fingers splayed on my hip and his thumb strumming my clit like a guitar.

I could feel the controlled strength in his every movement. He was stronger than me, but using his strength only to make my world pleasurable. His thumb swirled a delicious pattern, ratcheting up the intensity of pleasure with every circle.

“Jacob...” I whispered, finding myself cresting a wave of his making. Everything about him caused sensations in my body that I didn't even know what to do with. My legs squeezed around his waist, my arms around his shoulders.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice firm. I lost myself to him, doing exactly as he asked. There was no fear or shame, just desire and a willingness to please. My body tensed and relaxed at the same time, finding a blinding bliss.

“You are so hot when you let go,” he growled, his core shaking against mine. With a groan, he dropped his head to the curve of my shoulder and gently bit down. He tensed, a whimper leaving his body as he too found release and lost himself to me.

The idea that I could do that to him, that my orgasm could cause his was enough to send me over the edge again with him. Together, we cried out, losing control in the best possible way. We were tangled and sweaty, but together.

Panting, slowly we came back to our senses. Other than our breathing, the rain was the only sound.

I slid to the side and he cuddled me into him, our bodies hot and sticky next to one another. I didn't want to move away from him. I could still feel the after effects of the pleasure he'd just given me. It was like being drunk but without the hangover. I felt amazing.

“We suck at not having sex,” I said once I could breathe normally.

“And we did so well for so long,” Jacob commented. “We went years without having sex. Now we can barely go twenty-four hours.”

I giggled, nestling my head onto his shoulder. He smoothed my hair and sighed with contentment.

“What are we going to do?” I asked softly, half afraid he would tell me yet again that this was a mistake.

“I don't want to give you up,” he replied, his hand still smoothing my hair. “I don't think I can now.”

I couldn't help the smile that filled my face. I sat up so I could see him. “Then don't.”

He grinned at me. “Okay.”

I smiled and snuggled back into him, his arms wrapping around me and keeping me close. For this moment in time, we could pretend it was that simple.