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He purposely lowered his voice, aware of the way she responded whenever he used that tone.
Liza sighed, allowing him to push her forward. She opened the door, and he followed her in.
“Let me just change out of these jeans and into a pair of lounge pants.” He walked over to his suitcase, rummaging around as Liza sank down on the edge of the mattress.
“If you want,” she started, glancing back at the large bed. “We could share the bed. Platonically,” she hastened to add.
Matt turned to face her, thrilled by the invite. She might not be ready to accept his offer yet, but she was definitely weakening.
“Okay.”
He walked to the opposite side of the bed, not bothering with loungewear at all. Instead, he stripped off his jeans, left his T-shirt and boxers on, then crawled beneath the duvet.
Liza remained where she was, staring at him until he rolled over to face her.
“Get in bed, Liza. I don’t intend to say this to you very often, but for tonight, I will be a perfect gentleman.”
She huffed out a breathy laugh, then climbed into the bed next to him.
For the first time in over a month, the world felt right.
Matt didn’t know what to do with that feeling, so instead he shut it down, ignored it, and turned off the light.
Chapter Eight
“What the—” Liza jerked awake, sitting up in the unfamiliar bed. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and when the plane shook again, she understood what had woken her up.
“Liza,” a gruff voice said in the darkness. “You okay?”
Matt. She was in bed with Matt.
Again.
It spoke to just how screwed up her day was that she’d climbed into bed with the man who had essentially trashed her sleep for the past two months and fell asleep. Granted, she’d slept like extra shit the night before because she’d been too damn excited about the wedding and the trip, her mind whirling as she mentally checked off her “do I have everything?” list, making sure she’d packed what she needed.
When she combined those three hours of restless sleep with the nonstop highs and lows that followed, she could almost understand how she’d closed her eyes and fallen asleep within minutes.
Almost.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up. It was the—” The plane shook again. “Shit.”
Matt sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. “It’s just turbulence.”
“Should we go back to the main cabin and buckle up?”
“Let me call the pilot, see if that’s necessary.” Matt picked up the receiver on an intercom-style phone next to the bed that Liza hadn’t noticed before. “Jack,” he said, pausing to listen. “I see,” he said in response to something Liza couldn’t hear. “Sounds good.”
Matt hung up the phone. “We’ve hit a pocket of weather,” he explained to her. “So we’re probably looking at a half an hour of turbulence. Jack, the pilot, doesn’t think it’ll get rough enough that we need to return to our seats, but he’ll call if that changes.”
“Oh. Okay.” She picked up her smart watch and glanced at the time. She’d managed to grab a two-hour catnap. Just enough to help her find her second wind.
Which meant the fog had lifted from her brain enough that everything Matt had said over dinner was finally sinking in. A few weeks ago, he’d been preaching professionalism, telling her they couldn’t expand on that one-night stand.
Tonight, he made it very clear he’d changed his mind.
“Damn,” she muttered as the plane shook again, flattening her hands against the mattress to steady herself. Liza fought to school her expression because, while she hated turbulence, she hated appearing weak more. She pasted on a fake smile. “Bit like a ride at an amusement park.”
Matt reached out, brushing her hair over one shoulder before gripping the back of her neck, giving her a too-brief kiss on the forehead. It was a simple enough touch, but the way Matt did it, it screamed of possession. Instead of pissing her off, which felt like the normal response, it turned her on.
