He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her down into the mattress, and she relished the feeling of him like this, limp and sated on top of her. She loved that she could do this to him as well as he could do it to her. That was one of the things that had always made sex with Matt so much fun, even from the first time. He was open and unfiltered with her, his reactions written all over his body, and he loved giving her pleasure as much as he enjoyed getting it from her. He was right. They fit together so perfectly, their bodies so in sync with each other. She hadn’t felt that with anyone else, and from what he’d said, he hadn’t either.
Running a hand down her back, he moved off her and stood. She knew he was cleaning himself up, and she heard him chuckle when she didn’t move. But she just lay there where he left her, ass up, legs hanging off the bed, limp and boneless from the intensity of her orgasms. That was the other thing she loved about him. He always made sure she came, and more than once. It seemed to be a personal challenge for him to make sure she got off at least twice before he did.
Her thoughts screeched to a halt when she realized she was mentally listing things she loved about Matt. Not about sex with Matt, but about him as a person. She swallowed, stiffening, and finally moving, not sure what to make of that. It was too soon. Too soon to say something. Especially since she still wasn’t one hundred percent convinced he’d ever cared as much about her as she had for him. He’d said that wasn’t true, but since he didn’t know the true depth of her feelings, how could he know that?
He gave her a quizzical look when she scooted back on the bed and pulled the covers over herself. She felt too naked, like he’d be able to read the truth of her feelings on her skin the way he read all the other reactions her body had to him. “Just getting cold.” She forced a smile onto her face.
“Let me warm you up, then.” Climbing in next to her, he brought her against him, and she couldn’t help but relax into his warmth, the chill from earlier long since gone.
He ran a hand up and down her back, a sigh of contentment coming out of him. “It’s Valentine’s Day next weekend.”
“Yeah.” Was he trying to gauge her expectations? Or did he already have something planned?
“Would you rather stay in or go out?”
She shrugged her free shoulder. “I’m easy. Whichever you want is fine. I’ve never made a big deal out of Valentine’s Day before.”
He looked down at her, surprise in his voice. “You haven’t had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day before?”
“No, I have. We just decided not to make a big thing out of it. Well, he said it was a made up holiday to make money for greeting card companies.”
Matt laughed. “What a load of shit. That settles it. I’m taking you out somewhere fancy. Every woman deserves to be wined and dined on Valentine’s Day. I was leaning toward that anyway, but if you wanted something more low-key then I was going to cook you dinner here. Instead we’ll pull out all the stops.”
She couldn’t help the grin coming to her face. Another thing to add to her list, even if she could barely admit it to herself. It was nice to be cared about so much. Maybe their feelings weren’t as mismatched as she feared.
Chapter Eighteen
Matt knocked on the door and ran a hand through his hair, unaccountably nervous to be picking up Hannah for their Valentine’s Day dinner. He’d managed to get reservations at a French bistro that he thought she would like. It had a romantic atmosphere with white tablecloths, twinkle lights wound around the potted trees in the corners, and little oil lamps on the tables. And the food was fresh and delicious. He hoped she liked it. Rather than a large, ostentatious bouquet of roses, he’d opted for a single orange rose. He’d wanted something different than the usual dark red, and it had stood out at the florists. He’d been drawn to it, thinking of Hannah. “Orange roses symbolize energy and passionate romance,” the florist had said. It seemed fitting, so he got it.
When Hannah opened the door, the sight of her took his breath away, her face lit up with a smile, green eyes sparkling. “Hi.”
“Hi.” A matching smile took over his own face. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the tight fit of her red dress, the low scoop neckline offering a delicious view of her cleavage. When he got to her face again, she smiled wider, her eyes still traveling over his body, the light blue sweater he wore visible through the open front of his leather jacket. He’d paired the sweater with gray dress pants. Megan had given him a wolf-whistle of approval before he left.
Hannah opened the door all the way. “Come on in. I just need to grab my coat.” He offered her the rose, and she took it as he came into the apartment.
He followed her inside, admiring the sway of her hips as she moved across the room to the kitchen to put the rose in a vase. Elena sat curled in the corner of the couch in leggings and a T-shirt, her eyes scanning over him. She threw him a wink and a cheeky grin, munching on some popcorn. “I
