He needed her too. Badly. And he loved her. Too much, probably. But none of that mattered right now. A bottle of wine shared between them was enough to spark, to ignite. And he was in no position to ignore that plea.
Nor was he able to remove his lips from the tender flesh at the curve of her neck. He worried it, tongue lapping at the soft skin. He wouldn't leave a mark on her, it wasn't the polite thing, oh but he wanted to. He wanted to claim her for himself.
Instead Matt's arm moved to her waist, and the one at her thigh held tight to her. He lifted her easily, standing with her still attached as if they had never shifted positions.
With the distraction of her legs around him he had to actually think. Three steps around the table, pivot...five to the hallway...ten down the corridor and to the bedroom. She would finally see the bedroom.
The door opened with a nudge of a shoulder and within a moment he was laying her down on pristine sheets, hovering over her. Removing any fabric that stood between them.