Page 103 of Breaking Matt

Three monthslater

"Sarah!" Matthew called out from downstairs.

I smiled as I waited upstairs on our bed. That familiar flutter of awareness tingled through me as I waited for him to enter our bedroom.

The underwear I wore barely covered me and I knew I looked good in it. I lay on my side on top of the bed with my elbow bent and my head resting in my hand. I heard footsteps. I could imagine him dropping his jacket over the chair downstairs. Then he would be loosening his tie...

"Sarah!" he called out again, and this time there was a touch of worry in his voice.

"Upstairs!" I yelled, excited to see his reaction. I smiled smugly to myself, knowing the sight of me would elicit a reaction of want from him.

For three bliss-filled months we'd led a normal life. No threats to my life. Most of my time had been filled with assignments and it had been a boring office life for Matthew.

The sound of footsteps came closer to the bedroom and I smiled seductively in the direction of the door. Moments later, he filled the doorway.

His eyes darkened immediately when he took in my scantily clad body.

"If I knew I was coming home to this I would have come home earlier," he said, walking to me. I got that warm feeling in my stomach whenever he said the word "home." To me home wasn't a place made up of bricks or furniture—he was my home.

He reached for me and I allowed him to pull me up into his arms. His eyes swept over me, appreciating every inch that was displayed for his eyes only.

"You like?" I asked, watching his reaction.

"Yes," he murmured with his eyes fixed on me. He tugged me to him and I held the collar of his shirt as I pulled him closer and into a kiss.

His hands skimmed down my sides to rest on my hips. Our lips fused together and he explored the inside of my mouth with the gentle caress of his tongue against mine. I groaned and his arms tightened around me.

"The best part of lingerie," he began to say when he broke our kiss, "is taking it off."

My smile widened. I liked exactly where his mind was going.

"What's the time?" he then asked suddenly, pulling away.

I frowned. "I don't know. What does it matter?"

"We have dinner plans," he said, taking my hands into his.

"It's just dinner," I said, feeling a little annoyed when he took a step back. I put my hands on my hips.

"We can't cancel," he said.

I frowned at him. "I must be doing something wrong if you'd rather go to dinner than remove this sexy underwear I'm wearing."

He smirked at me and I felt my stomach flutter. "Trust me—if this wasn't important, you would be naked already."

"Fine," I said, feeling disappointed I would have to wait to have my wicked way with him.

I walked over to my closet. I pulled my little black dress out. I shimmied into it and Matthew came up behind me and zipped me up.

"I'll spend the rest of the evening thinking about what you have underneath your dress," he said, nuzzling my neck. I leaned back against him.

"Have I told you today how much I love you?" I said, feeling emotional.

His eyes met mine in the reflection of the mirror. "Yes, but tell me again."

"I love you."

He kissed my cheek as he turned me around to look up at him. "I love you," he said.