Page 60 of 7 Days and 7 Nights

He stood in the middle of the room, next to the bed. “Come here, Miss ‘I Am Woman Hear Me Roar.’ ”

She made a military pivot and marched back to face him.

"Your time is up,” Matt said.

When she just stood there glaring at him, he pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor.

“Oh.” Her gaze fell to the broad shoulders, the wide expanse of chest, the arrow of dark hair beckoning downward. As she watched him unbuckle his belt, she realized that the pounding in her veins was no longer a result of anger.

“What’ll it be, Olivia?” He smiled a lazy, sensuous smile that turned her bones to butter. “You still want to bite my head off?"

Boy, did she ever! And she wanted to do a whole lot of other stuff, too.

She took a step closer. “My listenersarewondering whether you’re a brief or boxer kind of guy.”

“Well then.” He cocked his head and moved his hands away from the waistband of his pants. “Let’s conduct a little audience research.”

Olivia Moore did something then that she’d never done before in her life. Tired of thinking, tired of doing the right thing, tired of denying herself what she wanted most—she just reached up in her brain and like a metaphoric hand on a light switch, she flipped the damn thing off.

Then she reached for the button of his jeans.

Chapter Twenty

Matt and Olivia lay spoonlike, their naked bodies tucked into each other, their breathing and heartbeats eerily in sync. With her backside wedged against his front, and the top of her head jammed up into his chin, Matt could feel the rise and fall of her chest beneath his arm as she burrowed deeper against him.

He let his fingers skim over the warm silk of her breasts and breathed in the scent of lovemaking that still clung to her skin.

Olivia moaned and pressed her fanny tighter against him, and Matt pressed a sleepy kiss to the hollow of her shoulder.

It had taken turning thirty and an impressive amount of alcohol to unleash the passion beneath the controlled facade, but once she let go there was no one like her.

Matt swept the tips of his fingers up one bare arm and back down to rest on the curve of her hip.

She’d tried to use wine to drown the chemistry between them; then she’d tried to use the wine to allow it—and ended up under the kitchen table.

He smiled slowly over the annoyance in her eyes when he’d forced her to admit she wanted him. But once she’d given in to it, they’d made love for hours, their bodies reconnecting like parts of some not-quite-forgotten whole. Even now, they fit perfectly together, two spoons lined up snugly in the drawer. It was amazing how entirely right it felt to wake with Olivia in his arms.

Matt’s eyes flew open at that alien and alarming thought. A heartbeat later a cell phone rang shrilly beside the bed.

His mind still on Olivia, he picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Matt?” Diane Lowe’s shocked whisper carried the impact of a pail of cold water. “Why are you answering Olivia’s cell phone? Is she all right? What happened to the camera feed?”

“Whoa.” Matt sat up in bed, trying to gather his wits. “Hold on a minute. I’ll be right with you.” He covered the phone with one hand and used the other for an exploratory nudge of Olivia’s shoulder. She yawned and rolled over onto her back with her eyes squinched shut.

Matt uncovered the phone and brought it back up to his ear. “Olivia’s a little under the weather right now. I’m sure she’ll be fine in a little while.”

“She doesn’t have a little while, Matt. She goes on the air in fifteen minutes. Let me speak to her.”

Shit.Matt looked down at Olivia. Her blonde hair swirled over the pillow in total disarray, and her body had spread across the space he’d just vacated. He wanted to drop a kiss on her left breast and then work his way down to the heart-shaped freckle on the inside of her right thigh.

Instead, he reached a hand out and shook her a little harder. Her naked body did some really wonderful things, but her eyes remained shut. “Too tired,” Olivia muttered. “Have to sleep.”

“She, um, can’t come to the phone right now, Di.”

“What have you done to her, Matt? Is she all right?”

“She’ll be fine. Why don’t you just—”

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