As soon as she responded, he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He couldn't remember her ever giving in so easily. At least, not when alcohol wasn't involved.
His fingertips slid slowly down her spine until they were moving over her bottom, then, pulling at her hips. She felt good. She felt perfect. Of course, Matt often thought this of the women he was with. This one, though... there was something about her. She was like a drug. She was unbelievably good in bed and the more Matt got of her, the more he seemed to want her.
"Come here," he murmured against her lips before beginning to tug her toward his bed.
Was there a better way to spend a blusteringly cold day? He really didn't think so.