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His gaze dropped to my mouth, hovering, before lifting dangerously slowly back to my eyes.
“Matt,” I said again, but my voice was too strained, too obvious. I couldn’t move, didn’t know how to anymore — just stood there, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged animal.
His hand came up slowly, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen from the pins back from my face. His fingers lingered against my cheek, light and careful, but warm, so fuckingwarm?—
“You.”
That was it. One word, but it landed like a blow to the head.
My breathing stuttered.
“Me?”
Matt said nothing, but he took a step toward me, closing the distance further, my heart pounding erratically.
“Like,meme?” I asked, blinking at him in confusion, my brain stalling as I tried to make sense of bothitand how close he was, how he was looking at me. “Okay, but, what do you—whataboutme? Like, was he mad that I was here? Or mad that you’re, no—werewith me? Or…or—fuck, Matt—what do youmean?—”
He kissed me.
He kissed me, and I lost my goddamn mind.Again.
This wasn’t like the ones before, the ones in front of Ryan, the ones where he’d been showing me off. This wasn’t like the ones on the plane, stupid and reckless and lost in the fantasy ofI’ll never see you again.
This had no audience, no witnesses, no script. This had consequences.
His mouth was hot and firm and impossibly sure, his tongue prying my lips open with his hands on the curve of my jaw, anchoring me, pulling me in like gravity. “Fuck,” I breathed against him, and he took the opportunity to deepen it more, like he’d been waiting for the chance.
It wasn’t careful. It wasn’tpolite.
And as he walked me backward, my knees hitting the edge of the mattress, I realized it felt horrifyinglyreal.
Chapter 12
Matt
The second I caved and let myself kiss her, it was over. There was no pretending now. No posturing. Noperformance.
Her lips parted beneath mine as she spoke, and I stole it, delving into her mouth unabashedly. She only sank further into it, letting me lead her, letting metakelike she’d been desperate for it.
And I knew damn well she had been.
That look she’d given me at the reception, the way her breathing had faltered before and after I’d given her the weakest kiss of my goddamn life, the way she’d practically begged me without words for more than that before giving up and letting it go — it told me far more than she thought it did. Maybe far more than she knew.
I didn’t touch her at first — at least notreally, outside of the way I was cupping her cheeks and the way I was crowding her. I just kissed her like I couldn’t help it, like if I stopped, I’d forget how to breathe. But then her hand curled into my shirt, her fingers fisting in the fabric and pulling at my tie, and I broke.
My hand slid around her waist, fingers splaying across her back over that goddamn fabric that had been clinging to herall evening and driving me insane. The other two dresses she’d worn had been enough to make me spiral, butthis one, this stupid fucking dress, had nearly made me throw her over my shoulder and take her somewhere private in the middle of the ceremony. But now I didn’t need to.
I pulled her flush against me until there wasn’t a fraction of space left between us. Her body arched into mine, intome, warm and soft and too much, and I knew without a doubt in my mind that I was screwed. She wasaddictivein a way I wasn’t used to.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her, to take her in like this. The words came out far more like a confession than I was used to — not just because shewasbeautiful, because dear God, shewas, but because she was something I would never allow myself to keep.
Her cheeks heated, her mouth opening to respond, but I cut her off with another kiss. She gasped as I finally pushed her that little bit backward, making her lose her balance against the edge of the bed, my knee coming up onto the mattress, my hands holding her up. I lowered both of us together, refusing to leave her mouth, until her body had sunk into the soft sheets and I was over her, my jacket halfway down my shoulders from her incessant pushing, lipstick smeared across her chin.
I kissed her deeper, harder,hungrierthan I had been in years. And she met me every step of the way.
I didn’t care. I didn’tfuckingcare anymore.
I wanted her.
