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She hadn’t thought there was anything he could say that would make her stay.
But that…
He’d called her by her first name. For the first time ever.
She sighed dramatically, unable to give in with good grace, though she was giving in. She dropped down onto the bed on her back, staring at the ceiling.
Matt turned off the bathroom light and padded to the opposite side of the bed, pulling the duvet down. The mattress dipped as he climbed in. She glanced over and saw he was lying on his back as well.
Liza would have expected this to feel awkward, but it didn’t. Then she realized nothing about tonight had felt strange.
Which made this all so much harder.
She twisted to face him, drawing his attention as he turned his head to look at her.
“A mistake,” she said softly, wondering if he would agree or try to argue the point.
He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he simply reached out to cup her cheek affectionately as he said, “Go to sleep, Liza.”
Liza wanted to push, but she’d used up her second wind and there was no third coming. Plus, he’d used that voice.
So…she closed her eyes and made one last mistake. A whopper.
She fell asleep next to Matt Russo.
Chapter Six
Matt stirred, fighting his way back to consciousness, roused by…movement, a sound. Given the darkness of the room, it was still night, and considering his current level of exhaustion, he’d guess he hadn’t been asleep long. Probably not more than an hour or two.
Then he heard another rustle, like the one that had woken him up. He didn’t bother to open his eyes. He already knew what—or he should say, who—was making the noise.
He didn’t have to reach across the mattress to confirm he was alone in the bed.
Feigning sleep, he listened as Liza made her way around the bedroom. He could chart her progress even without the benefit of sight. He heard her slip her dress back on, the gentle rasp of the zipper, before her footsteps grew softer.
He tracked her progress to the living room, but he remained where he was, not bothering to give chase, even though that desire, that instinct was stronger than he was comfortable with. He didn’t want her to leave, hated that she’d escaped the bed they should be sharing until morning.
He’d laid claim to her several times, making it clear that, for tonight, she was his. It was still the goddamn night.
Matt took in a long, slow breath, stilling the voices in his head that told him to stop her, to drag her back to the bed and take her again. His dick began to thicken at the thought. Fucker was destined for disappointment because Matt had no intention of following her.
He simply…couldn’t.
After a few minutes more, he heard the hotel door open, then close again.
She was gone.
Opening his eyes, he rubbed them, blinking to clear his vision. They were scratchy from too little sleep, but getting more rest wasn’t in the cards for him tonight.
Pushing himself upright, he sat on the edge of the mattress, much like Liza had done when he’d gone to the bathroom earlier.
Jesus, sex with her had been life-altering, amazing. It was as if her body had been made just for him. And her unexpected submissiveness…
Fucking hell.
He’d taken countless lovers to his bed, but none of them—not one—had made him feel so…well, the only word that came to mind was complete.
In her arms, he felt whole.
