At the beginning of the evening, Lyla had had every intention of resisting. He'd played her perfectly tonight, though. If he'd tried this right away, if he'd not pulled those lines off so perfectly, she likely would have pushed him away. His earlier words, though, the simple gentle touches had stripped away her resolve before their lips had even touched.
Lyla had definitely missed him and she'd really missed this. No matter how much she hated to admit it, even to herself, she felt more alive with Matt than she ever had with anyone. Something about his touch just made her forget everything and anything else.
Her lips moved hungrily against his as her hands moved to his shirt. Not only was she past resisting right now, but it felt like she couldn't get the shirt off of him quickly enough.