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“Matt,” she said breathlessly.
“I’m thirty-seven years old, Liza. I’ve spent a lifetime trying to convince myself that I was content with the life I’d chosen. Then you showed up and tossed everything I’d always believed I wanted right out the window. I tried to stay away from you, but I couldn’t. The pull was too strong. I’ll be honest with you. I’m not a romantic. I don’t believe in stuff like love at first sight or soul mates.”
“What do you believe in?” she whispered.
“You. I believe in you.”
He opened the box, and Liza gasped at the most beautiful engagement ring she’d ever seen. It was a large ruby surrounded by diamonds. “You couldn’t find anything bigger?” she asked, her soft laugh laced with a happy sob.
Matt chuckled. “I know this is fast, and while I’d like to say we can have a long engagement, the truth is, I don’t want to wait. I want you as my wife. I want that big family you described, three, four kids, maybe a dog or a cat. A house. A white picket fence. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
She nodded, aware there were tears streaming down her face. “Yes. God, yes!”
Matt slid the ring on her finger and tugged her toward him, kissing her as if they’d been apart for years.
“I love you,” he said, his lips still pressed against hers. “I’ve never said that to anyone before and now, I can’t seem to stop.”
She laughed softly. “If you’re expecting me to complain about that, you’re destined for disappointment.” Then her gaze drifted down to the ring. “I can’t believe this,” she whispered.
Liza had never experienced such a dream-come-true moment, a small part of her losing hope this would ever happen. That she could find the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, that he would be so incredible, so…
“I love you,” she said, giving him the words back.
Matt kissed her again, his tongue stroking inside her mouth. Lifting his hands to her hair, he gripped it as the kiss grew hotter, hungrier, more passionate.
Liza twisted her head, searching for air, but Matt growled, pulling her right back.
“I need you.” Every night they’d been apart, she had lain in her bed, replaying every single thing they’d ever done together. A few nights ago, she’d broken down and pulled out her vibrator, but it had failed to get her there, something she’d never experienced before.
That “he ruined me for all men” comment had always felt like utter bullshit to her. Until Matt. Because he hadn’t just ruined her for men, but for her damn toys as well.
Matt came up for air, his hands stroking her face, gripping her shoulders, sliding down her arms to her waist. Once there, he grasped the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head.
His eyes heated when he saw the ruby necklace he’d given her was tucked beneath. She hadn’t taken it off, couldn’t. She needed some part of him touching her, and if the necklace was all she could have, she’d been prepared to wear it for the rest of her life.
Matt touched the ruby, his fingertip brushing it before running along the top of her bra. He studied her so long and intensely, she wondered if he was making a mental note so that he could draw this later.
Liza ran her hand along his jaw, loving the roughness of his beard, the way it tickled when he went down on her.
Matt’s gaze lifted to hers. “I feel like a kid in a candy store, kitten. I want to do everything with you—to you. There are so many options, I can’t decide. Should I strip you out of your clothes right here? Bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind? Or should I carry you upstairs to my bedroom? Tie you to my bed and drive you to orgasm after orgasm until you’re begging me for mercy? Or should I fill the Jacuzzi in my bathroom where you can ride me until we’ve flooded the entire penthouse?”
“Yes,” she whispered, aware that wasn’t exactly an answer, but equally aware she couldn’t choose.
Matt chuckled, the deep timbre of it sending a rush of arousal to her pussy. “Such a greedy kitten. Did you play with yourself when we were apart?”
Liza nodded.
“Vibrator or dildo?”
Her body began to tremble, her need so great. “Vibrator.”
“Were you thinking of me?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Tell me how I was taking you. Tell me which fantasy made that tight pussy of yours clench around that vibrator.”
“I… I couldn’t.”
