Page 122 of Lovers' Dance

“No problem,” he muttered, squeezing me tight before letting go. “Walk me out. Nice seeing you, man,” he added in Matt’s direction, before picking up his bunch of keys and sauntering out of my kitchen with me on his heels. I flashed Matt a quick smile as I passed him.

“Are we doing a Halloween recital this year, Dante?” I asked. “We still have to plan the Christmas recital for the beginners and intermediate classes. I don’t think we have enough time.”

We were almost at the front door. Dante bit his bottom lip. “I’ll work out some simple choreography for the little ones. You know how much they love putting on a show for Halloween.”

I nodded, then shared a grin with him. “We have the decorations from last year. Yeah, let’s do it.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dante said, before walking out of the front door.

I waved for a minute, then shut the door. Matt was standing in the hallway with folded arms.

“First things first, poppet,” he began before I could say anything. “I’m going to resolve this Louisa issue as soon as possible. I can’t believe she would sink to such a childish level and it won’t be tolerated. I’ll reimburse you for your dress, also.”

“Matt, I don’t want you—”

“The second thing I want to discuss,” Matt cut me off as he strode towards me. “Is why does Dante have keys to your place? I’m not comfortable with the idea of him having free access to your home. You need to take your keys back.”

“Matt. Don’t be ridiculous. Dante’s always had keys—”

“Thirdly,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “And, this is a serious one, poppet. I am definitely not happy with you parading about in knickers and a t-shirt in front of another man at your home, far less you hugging him in a state of undress. Don’t let that happen again.”

“Oh my God. He’s my best friend and—”

“Fourthly,” Matt was towering above me now, so I had to tilt my head back to see into his piercing eyes. “I’ve decided to start dating you properly from tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you, so go upstairs and wait for me in bed. I’ll lock up for you.”

“But you said—”

Matt rested a finger on my lips. “I know what I said, and what I’m saying now is that I need to be inside you.” He gently stroked his finger across my mouth. Matt groaned, leaning forward to replace his finger with his sexy lips. When he raised his head, we were breathing heavily and the anticipation of certain pleasure was making my hands shake.

“Okay,” I agreed. Matt’s tongue traced his lips, slowly. My heart rate accelerated.

“Good,” he said gruffly. “Now go.”

I went. Hell, I ran upstairs, Matt’s laughter at my eagerness chasing me up the stairs. Inside my bedroom I dashed around, frantically trying to tidy up and making sure to set my alarm for in the morning. I then thought,screw it, and went over to my dresser. I could hear Matt coming up the stairs and, soon enough, he was striding down the hallway to my bedroom. I rifled through the drawer, undecided and shaking with excitement. Oh, my word. We would be sexing tonight.

“Madi,” he said from behind me. The door closed quietly. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for sexy lingerie.” I glanced over my shoulder at him, grinning like a fool.

Matt shrugged off his jacket and I turned around to face him with a handful of sexy panties. My mouth went dry at the look in his eyes. He was going to ravish me tonight. I knew that look.

“You don’t need lingerie, poppet. Come here,” he ordered. He undid the cufflinks on his shirt and dropped them on the floor.

I shook my head and he tugged loose his bow tie.

“You’re going to make me come over there?” he asked in a low, throaty voice.

Oh, God. I hoped I could keep up with him. Matt had so much stamina it was unbelievable. I licked my lips as he tugged his shirt out of his trousers and started unbuttoning it.

“I want you to know, poppet,” he drawled, finishing with the buttons and easing off his shirt. It joined the jacket, bow tie and cufflinks on the floor. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his broad chest. “That I plan on doing things to you.” His belt was being unbuckled. In seconds, it landed on the pile of clothes by his feet. “Things and, mmm, positions we may not have tried before.” The button for his trousers went pop, then the noise of the zipper being undone followed. My eyes were drawn to the sound. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow.

“I don’t want you to be nervous, poppet,” he continued. The trousers slid down his legs. Wow. That thick bulge straining against his silk boxers was for me. He stepped out of his trousers. “Trust me?”

“What sort of things?” I managed to get past my dry throat.

“Do you trust me?” he asked taking a step towards me.

“Freaky things?” I asked. “Or good things?”

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