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After all, she was merely mortal, not some super-heroic woman. Who could resist his out-of-this-world allure?
Yeah, logic had been pulveri
zed, because, rather than reminding him of all the reasons they shouldn’t, she stood and tossed the remainder of her drink into the closest trash bin.
“Time’s wasting,” she reminded when Matthew still sat at the table, watching her every move. “You coming?”
* * *
Natalie woke with a start, realized she wasn’t in her bed and pulled the covers up higher over her bare breasts.
Her bare everything.
Because she was naked and in Matthew’s bed. In Matthew’s house.
In Memphis.
She turned her head, stared at the sleeping man next to her and fought a million emotions.
He was so darn good-looking and so sexually gifted that it was no wonder she’d ended up back in bed with him.
It was more than that.
He was more than that.
Her mind hadn’t been playing tricks on her. If anything, Matthew had been better than she recalled. Had developed even more superpowers to reach inside her body and melt every single cell into ooey, gooey, orgasmic, floating nothingness.
Who knew sex could be like that? That a woman could be so in tune with a man that his every move felt an extension of her own being?
Unable to resist, she touched him, tracing over the strong lines of his face.
Immediately his eyes opened, their pale depths focusing on her, and he smiled. “You really here or am I dreaming?”
She knew what he meant. None of this seemed real. The night before had seemed as something from a fantasy, not real life.
Because when Matthew had made love to her the first time last night there had been an intensity, a fervor, that surpassed anything they’d experienced in Florida.
It had been as if he’d been claiming her as his own, his body telling her she was his, and no time, distance or anything else would change that.
The second time there had been a sweetness, a tenderness mixed in with his urgency and passion. Every touch had been all about her, about giving pleasure, and pulling every single nerve ending to maximum sensory overload.
He had.
Dear, sweet heaven, what this man had done to her body.
He captured her fingers within his, brought them to his lips and pressed a kiss to their tips. “Real.”
She bit the inside of her lower lip. This was real.
She was in bed with Matthew. Her boss.
She knew better, knew how risky doing something so stupid was. Yet with Matthew, she seemed unable to heed logic.
“You’re thinking too much, Natalie. You have a nasty habit of doing that.”
“Sorry,” she said, shrugging her shoulders and realizing she’d caused the covers to slip and expose the upper swell of her breasts. “Sorry,” she repeated, tugging on the covers.
“Don’t be. Embrace this the way you did in Miami.”
