Autumn couldn’t believe she was on Matt’s lap. And yet, it felt so right.
His mouth ignited a fire in her veins she hadn’t felt in years. She desperately wanted to grind herself against the hard ridge pushing boldly against the thin shield of her panties.
“Matt,” she gasped, breaking their passionate kiss.
Every part of her screamed to say yes to his offer. To relive the passion they’d shared all those years ago.
It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and an even longer time since she’d had sex with someone who wanted her this badly, and who she wanted in return.
But… but. Beneath her arousal and intense need that screamed for relief, her rational mind knew that sleeping with Matt would only make things messier in an already-messy situation.
Autumn summoned up every ounce of will she possessed and shook her head. “I can’t. I’m so sorry.”
Then she scrambled off his lap. She needed to put some space between herself and the dangerous temptation he offered.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood and braced herself for his frustration.
Of course, he was going to be mad. She’d led him on by sitting on his lap and making out with him like a tease, then she’d cock-blocked him.
“I want you. I really do. But my life is such a mess right now. And with Phillip acting so unpredictable…” Aware that she was babbling, she trailed off.
Matt’s hazel eyes bore into hers, myriad emotions playing across his features, with disappointment and desire warring for dominance. But no anger.
He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair. “It’s okay, Autumn. You’re right. I got carried away. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Autumn’s knees weakened at his confession. She ached to forget about Phillip and the weight of her responsibilities for a few hours and just lose herself in heat and sensation.
“I care about you, Matt. But this… us… it’s too complicated. Especially since we’re going to be housemates.”
He nodded, regret shadowing his handsome face. “I understand,” he said, his voice steady and controlled. “You’ve been through a lot. I don’t want to make things harder for you.”
Autumn felt torn between the relief that he understood and the ache of longing still pulsing through her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
His lips twitched into an almost-smile. “I believe I was the one who kissed you first.”
Oh, Matt. My white knight.
If only she could let him rescue her broken heart.
With that thought, she realized they were walking a thin line between friendship and something far more dangerous.
“Maybe it’s best if I move out,” she said reluctantly.
Matt’s eyes widened. “Why? I thought you liked it here.”
“I do. But won’t it be awkward, me being here after what almost happened between us?” She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “Besides, don’t you need your space?”
“Hey.” He rose and came to stand in front of her, so close she felt his body heat. “Don’t go. I was serious when I told you I hated coming home to an empty house, and I enjoy having you and Jayden around. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself from now on.”
She really didn’t want him to keep his hands to himself, but knew it was for the best. “I don’t deserve you, Matt.”
“That’s not true.” He brushed his knuckles down the soft curve of her cheek. “You’ve been through hell with Phillip. But you’re one of the strongest women I know. I’ll support you any way I can.”
“You’ve always been a good friend, Matt. I’m so lucky to have you in my corner.”
“Always.” He pulled her close for a gentle hug. She sank into his solid warmth, letting it chase away her doubts and fears, if only for a moment.