Those words were like music to Matthew's ears, and he rubbed his nose across hers with such gentleness it surprised him. He gripped Emma's waist tightly before gently setting her down.
He was going to take his time. There was no rush. He could feel the electricity between them. The sparks danced on his skin as he touched her.
He had wanted to kiss her full lips as she panted and looked at him with lust-filled eyes only moments ago, but would she understand the difference between the lust and the growing emotions between them?
He would wait to make his move. Ashlyn was still in the picture. He would not come between these two friends.
Yet.
“Good. Now, where do you keep the sheets, gorgeous?" Matthew tilted his head, smirking instead of kissing her. He still spoke against her lips,
