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“No, I’ll tell you what it’s about. This is aboutyou. You can’t stand that he hired someone you don’t approve of and know nothing about.” His brow wrinkled, and he threw back his shoulders. “So you have to stoop to listening in on other people’s conversations. Well, let me tell you something, dear princess.Mypast is just that, mine. Your father has no problem with it, therefore it’s not a problem.” He rested his hands on his lean hips. “If you’re curious, next time maybe you should ask. If I want you to know something, I’ll tell you. Got it?”
Nice. Open mouth, insert foot. She could only stare, ashamed she’d done exactly what he’d accused her of doing. She didn’t know what to say for once. His eyes bulged from his reddened face and he paced around the room shaking his head.
“Look Matt, I’m sorry. You’re right. It was a rotten thing to do—and I wasn’t at your door, by the way.”
He’d raised his eyebrows, as though he didn’t believe she hadn’t been outside in the hallway.
“Honest, our rooms are next door to each other, and with the windows open, I guess sound travels pretty well.”
“Fine, next time I wanna call someone, I’ll remember to shut my window. Or better yet, I’ll stay in the barn, so I don’t bother anybody about who I may or may not be talking to.”
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and the butterflies battered around in her stomach, making her uneasy. There was something he wasn’t telling her, and the defensive attitude he exuded was driving her a little bit crazy. At that point, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to ask. She’d already caused enough trouble. But curiosity ate at her, and gritting her teeth, she said, “So?”
He glared at her. “What?”
“Areyou married?”
He stared at her, not moving a muscle. She could have sworn, though, his eyes looked like they wanted to devour her.
“No.” He took a step toward her. “I’m not married.”
Her stomach eased a little, and she sighed a breath of relief but she was still no closer to finding out who he’d been talking to the night before.
“Okay…a fiancée or a girlfriend?”
He progressed another step or two.
“No. No fiancée and no girlfriend. Are you jealous, maybe?”
“No.”Yes. Maybe. There went her stomach churning again at the reality of being envious of whoever might be in his life.
“Well then, my little princess, let me enlighten you.” He stood mere inches from her. Near enough she could feel the testosterone seeping out of him. He came close enough to back her into his desk in the middle of the room. “If you really wanna know, thehoneyI was talking to last night was my four-year-old niece, Mallory. She lives in New York with my brother, and I’m pretty sure I miss her the most.”
He placed both of his hands on his desk on either side of her, invading her personal space.
“So let me just say, those jealousy vibes you’re throwing off are making me hotter than hell, and I’m having a whole lot of trouble keeping my hands off you right about now.”
Dipping his head, he planted a lip lock like she’d never felt before. His hands roamed over her body and up into her hair.
She was too busy feeling—sizzling with every touch to her hot skin. Every kiss he landed along the side of her neck and jaw made her legs go weak, unable to hold her upright. The amount of sensual tension roiling inside her forced her to suck in a breath then let out a groan of pleasure. His magic fingers found their way down her pants again and brushed against her most sensitive spot.
When he slowly removed his hand from her jeans for the second time, she melted in a puddle of disappointment. He kicked the door shut and gripped her shoulders, surprising her at the intense passion and need his eyes could reveal when he wanted. It probably wasn’t so much he’d decided to show the turmoil roiling inside—because he portrayed himself as a “hold it all in” type of guy—but more like he was helpless to control it when the desire was so strong. His jaw muscles tightened.
Ally was relieved to know the details of the phone call she’d overheard the night before. Still didn’t mean she knew anything more about his secretive background. No clue where he’d really come from or what he’d done in his life, but by God, the man knew sex. Unless she put a stop to their current predicament, that was precisely where they were headed. Keeping her cool would be the hard part. He didn’t seem like a man who gave up control willingly.This is probably a really bad idea.She pushed the thought away. She wanted to live in the moment with this man, control or no control.Yikes!
He caressed her face, lowered his lips to hers, and gave her the softest, sweetest, bone-melting kiss she’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. No way had she expected something so passionate and thoughtful after the heated lip lock they’d shared earlier. It primed her senses, sent her hormones shooting through the roof and demanding more.
* * *
Matt leaned away and waited,watching her eyes when she opened them. He let her go and reached for the bottom of her wrinkled T-shirt, bunching it in his fists. Slowly, he smoothed his hands up her bare sides, pushing the shirt up and over her head as he went, leaving her vulnerable in soft yellow lace.
Her thick, brown hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders, and he growled his delight. He palmed her full, lush, lace-covered breasts; his thumbs rubbed her nipples to tight peaks. He bent over to run his tongue along the crest of her bra. She tilted her head back while her hands moved right to his jeans to work on the zipper. He gripped her wrists, stopping her just as she’d started. She looked at him, surprised.
“Sweetheart, I want you in a bad way, but if you touch me anymore, we might as well call it a day.” He breathed heavily.
She beamed him the most beautiful smile, and at that moment, he would have done anything she asked. He forced himself to push her slender fingers away while he continued with the opening, causing a moan of pleasurable pain when he edged the zipper down the length of his bulging penis. Once free of the confines, she pushed his pants off his hips for him while he made fast work of hers.
God, she was beautiful—even with her jeans gathered at her ankles, stopped by her boots. He had to take a deep breath to steady himself. He spanned her tiny waist and planted her butt on his desk.
