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Matt took in the fury in her eyes, amused when he realized she meant what she said. God, he loved her fire, her spirit.
“Tomorrow,” he said, pulling the dress out of her hands. “You can do it at the reception. A wedding gift for Johnnie. Didn’t you say he was hoping for some drama?”
Liza grinned. “He is.” Her amusement faded too quickly, and he understood why.
“Liza…” he started.
She must have assumed he was going to put this conversation off or maybe even push her away again, because she cut him off. “You’re going to have to give me something here, Matt. You’re worse than that Katy Perry song. Hot, cold, up, down, in, out. It’s exhausting.”
“You’re right. It is.”
“So do you want to talk about some of those words you just threw my way. Because they don’t fit the ‘just sex’ mold.”
Matt considered his dwindling options, measured all the things he’d tried and failed.
Which meant there was only one thing left to do.
He did as she asked. He gave her something, repeating all the words, putting them together in a way that would leave no doubt in her mind. Cupping her cheek affectionately, he looked deep into her eyes and let her see exactly what she’d done to him. “You’re with me, Liza. Only me. Mine.”
He wasn’t sure how he expected her to respond to that. After the way he’d behaved the past two days, she would be perfectly justified in telling him to go take a flying leap, but she didn’t.
Instead, she gave him a smile so genuine, so happy, it took his breath away. No one had ever looked at him like that. Like he was…good.
It made Matt want to give her the world. Made him want to be a man worthy of someone as special as her.
He wasn’t sure he could do it, but for her…
He would try.
Chapter Twelve
Liza stood on the edge of the floor, watching the grooms dance their first dance. The wedding took place on the beach a few hours earlier, and it had been perfect.
And Matt had been perfect.
Last night, things had shifted between them, and Liza had felt the urge to pinch herself all day, just to make sure she was awake and not dreaming. After dumping that stupid “just sex” descriptor, Matt led her to the bed, pushed her to her back, went down on her, and kept her on edge for nearly an hour, withholding her orgasm until she was a live wire, sparking like mad.
Matt had refused to let her come until she gave him back every single one of his words—with interest—demanding she declare over and over that she was his. Only his.
Then he’d used his fingers and tongue to drive her to the most explosive orgasm of her life, before crawling over her body and fucking her into oblivion.
And even as incredible as the night had been, she’d still woken up this morning wondering which Matt would be there. The cold, distant man, intent on pushing her away, or…
Or the Matt she knew without a shadow of a doubt was the man of her dreams.
The man she was falling in love with.
She’d opened her eyes, prepared to find herself alone in bed, just as she had the previous two mornings. Instead, he’d been laying there next to her, wide awake, propped up on his elbow and watching her sleep. She’d made a joke about him being a creeper, but rather than laugh, he’d kissed her slowly but oh so completely, then told her she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Shit. She could pinch herself a thousand times and still never believe this was real because she’d spent too many years longing for something she feared she would never find.
“You’re one of those people, aren’t you?” Matt stepped behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. He placed a sweet kiss on the top of her head. He was a tall guy, a couple inches over six feet, his large, muscular frame making her feel tiny in comparison. The difference in their sizes added another element to her attraction toward him, fed into her desire to be with someone dominant, someone powerful. Matt fit the bill physically and personality-wise.
She looked over her shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“You’re one of those people who cry during the wedding ceremony.” He knew she was because she had. He’d been the one to offer her a tissue.
“You’re one of those people who stand at the edge of the dance floor, snapping a million pictures of the first dance.”
