Page 33 of A Mate For Matrix
Matrix scowled. “But Jana is perfect as she is. I do not want her to look smaller.”
Jana took the shapewear out of his hands and hugged it to her chest. “Is there a black hole nearby? Because I’d love to fall into it right about now,” she groaned.
He shook his head as he walked back to the dressing room several minutes later. Penny had tactfully stepped away with a mountain of pieces that he had picked out, saying she would begin wrapping them.
He lingered near the dressing room curtain, his body tense with visions of Jana modeling—and him removing—the scrappy pieces. He was trying to decide which color he would like to see her in first when he was distracted by the swish of fabric.
Jana released a soft curse when the zipper stuck for a moment. He was highly sensitive to every sound she was making. The pressure inside him built until he thought he might explode. The moment her breath caught as she turned to examine herself in the mirror snapped the thin thread of his control.
He couldn’t help it. He lifted the curtain slightly and ducked inside.
Jana whirled, half-dressed in a rich burgundy wrap dress that hugged her curves like it had been made for her. Her lips parted in outrage—then softened when she saw the hunger in his eyes.
“Matrix,” she moaned, flustered by her response to him. “You can’t just?—”
“I had to see,” he murmured, stepping inside and making sure the curtain was closed behind him. “I can hear every sound you make, and it is driving me crazy.”
“I was… You can’t…! This is a public store!”
“You are so beautiful,” he said simply, his hand sliding along her waist.
She sucked in a breath as he pressed her back against the wall of the dressing room, his lips grazing her jaw.
“Matrix—someone could walk in.”
“They wouldn’t dare. Besides, the woman is still packing your undergarments,” he growled.
Jana let out a half-hearted protest that dissolved into a soft moan. His hands were warm, sure, and reverent. The wrap dress fell open as if obeying him.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she whispered, giggling as his lips traced a path down her throat.
“I’ve learned that I am only ridiculous when I am away from you,” he murmured back, his hands lifting her as if she weighed nothing.
Her fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt. “We’re going to be banned from this store.”
“Who cares? I’ll take you to a dozen new ones a galaxy away,” he said simply. “But first, I need to have you.”
Outside, Penny was carefully wrapping the bras and panties. She paused when she thought she heard a muffled moan. Looking toward the dressing rooms, she noticed that Matrix had disappeared. Her lips twitched, then slowly curled into a wistful smile.
“Oh, to be thirty years younger,” she murmured. “Hell, twenty. Alright, ten. I still have shapewear.”
She patted her hair, glanced at the sign hanging in the display window, and flipped it to: Closed early for Lunch. Come Back Later!
Then she pulled out a fresh copy of Cosmopolitan, poured herself a cup of tea, and sighed.
Some women have all the luck.
The mountain of bags in the back seat of the van shifted with every bump in the road, as if teasing her with each delicate whisper of silk and lace. Jana’s fingers tightened on the wheel of the battered clinic van. Her cheeks burned to the tips of her ears, her body still tingling in ways she definitely wasn’t going to dwell on right now.
She shifted in her seat, the friction of the fabric against her thighs sparking an embarrassing jolt of memory: Matrix. Fitting room. Hands. Mouth. Oh god.
When did you become a sex-starved lunatic! He went down on you—in the middle of the day—in the dressing room, with nothing but a freaking curtain between you and the world!
Well, and Matrix. Good grief, but she was about ready to have another orgasm just thinking about it.
“Focus on driving—not sex,” she mumbled to herself.
The low chuckle next to her told her she had definitely spoken aloud.
