He exhales with a huff and jumps off me in a rush, the bed sheet falling from his body as he exits the bed completely naked, and starts moving about the apartment. “Shit! We’ll never make it on time!” he says while grabbing random things, putting them in boxes as he moves about in a mad dash. I can’t help but lounge back, watching him with a smirk.
He looks at me and finally stops his movement with a scowl. “Why the hell aren’t you getting up?”
I shrug. “Because I’m not going,” I reply matter-of-factly.
He stands taller, and his eyes light up like all his Christmases have come at once. “You’re not?”
Shaking my head, I raise on my elbows. “Nope! Canceled it all while you were snoring in my ear.”
He lets out a bemused laugh and drops the pile of clothes that were in his hands, storming back to the bed. He grins, crawling on the bed and over the top of me. I fall back to the mattress, running my hands up his arms as he looks into my eyes.
“Shit, woman, are you joking with me?” he asks, planting firm kisses all over my collarbone and neck, making me giggle.
“No jokes. I just hope Nate will have me back. I fucked him around and treated him like crap for the last three weeks, so I hope he’ll forgive me.”
He kisses up my jaw, then pulls his head back, looking into my eyes. “I’ll talk to him. Let him know we’re all good and that he needs you back. Because the guy you hired is a pompous asshole, and you’re the only girl for his gallery. Wait, we are all good, right?”
Nodding, I run my hands through his hair and pull him so his lips are about to touch mine. “Yeah, we’re great, but I could really go for a breakfast burrito.”
He chuckles and nods. “God, I’ve missed you,” he says, then slams his lips to mine, kissing me fiercely. Instinctively, I open my legs, and he settles between them. His body molds against me, and I hold onto him for dear life. Then, without another word, he pushes up and into me, in one firm thrust.
Pulling him closer, I secure my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I can’t get enough of this, of him. The growl he releases against my mouth tells me he needs me just as much.
One thing’s for sure—I’mneverletting him go again.
***
We pull up at the gallery. I’m pissed off, and we haven’t even entered it yet. Francois has the signage set up all wrong.Idiot.
How stupid can one man be?
I told him, showed him… gah!
“I should never have hired that guy,” I murmur to myself as Matt and I get out of the car and head toward the store.
Matt chuckles. “Yes, you’re right, but that’s my fault. I take full responsibility for all of this, Alex.”
I reach out for his hand while shaking my head. “No. If we had both stopped being so stubborn and just talked to each other, then I think we could have sorted this whole thing out a hell of a lot sooner. But you know us, stubborn as each other. But gotta say, the makeup sex was so totally worth it.” I wiggle my brows up and down as Matt raises his and grins salaciously.
“Stop, you’ll make me hard.”
“Is that a challenge, Matty Moo?” I ask, daring him.
“Fuck, even that ridiculous nickname turns me on when you say it now.” He snorts with laughter.
I simply grin back at him as we make it to the door, and Francois is standing there like a pompous idiot in his three-piece suit, goatee, and a turned-up nose.
He spots me approaching and grimaces. “Alexandria, I thought you were leaving for France today?” he asks in his clearly fake British accent.
“Sorry, Frankie boy, no can do. Matty Moo came and fucked some sense into me, andbam,just like that, all myHail MarysandHallelujah Chorusescame at once,” I reply, and he gasps as Matt chuckles beside me.
“Pardon me?” Francois asks.
Robert walks over with a giant grin. “Alex, oh my God, it’s so good to see you!”
I drop my hand from Matt’s and rush inside the gallery to hug him. “Robert! Is Nate here?”
He grins widely and nods. “Yes, ma’am, hiding out the back.”
