“Okay. Good.” Backpedaling, I rushed my words. “I didn’t want to go too far and have you thinking I want more.”
I wanted another night with him, but nothing more. “I’m not interested in dating, so...”
Emotions flashed across his eyes before he blinked them away.
“No worries. I’m not looking for a relationship, either. Besides, your brothers would kill me,” Matt added with a chuckle.
“Right. Can’t piss off your boss.” I corrected myself. “Bosses.”
“Not if I want to keep my job.”
“I suppose I should thank them for the delicious meal.” Sarcasm dripped off my tongue.
“Excuse me?” He stopped walking and turned to face me.
“You can expense the meal, right?” Of course he could; he was working.
He arched his eyebrow in confusion.
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re working. You’re only dating me because my father is making you.”
This time the arched eyebrow signalled doubt.
Interesting that I can distinguish between the two.
“That’s not true—”
“So you would’ve asked me out if he hadn’t ordered you to play the part?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it. Matt pulled his hand away and ran it through his thick, dirty blond hair. His boots captured his attention.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Madi, it’s not that I’m not attracted to you. God knows I am, but I’m no good at relationships and you don’t want a friends-with-benefits situation.”
He had no idea what I wanted, and it pissed me off that he thought he did.
“Who do you think you are, telling me what I want? I’m sick and tired of the men in my life telling me what to do. Thinking they know what’s best for me. Telling me who I can date and how.” I crossed my arms over my chest in a huff. “What if all I want is someone to fuck with no strings attached?”
Quick as lightning, Matt grabbed the back of my neck as he closed the distance between us. His grip short-circuited my brain. Before it came back online, his lips crashed into mine, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Matt kissed me under the moonlight like he owned me, and in that moment he did.
Every cell in my body burned with desire.
I gripped the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him closer.
He grabbed my hip and pulled me against the steel pipe in his pants.
I ran my hand over his shoulder and up his neck until my fingers curled around his blond hair.
My body cried foul, and I may have whimpered, when he pulled away.
“Fuck…” He ran his hand over his lips. “I’ve been wanting to kiss those sexy lips all fucking night.”
“About fucking time,” I said, moving closer. “Do it again.”
