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each passing second.
These instincts she had where Matt was concerned were completely new, yet she somehow trusted
them. She knew what turned him on because it did the same to her. Driving him crazy, pushing his
limits, made her feel desirable. It gave her a sense of control while simultaneously giving her
permission to lose control. She wanted to tempt him past the point of return so he d have no choice
but to fulfill his needs with her. Somewhere underneath his stoic expression, he wanted it, too, or he
wouldn t be here.
Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, Lucy could tell he wanted to close the distance
between them. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck, while at the same time
writhing her hips ever-so-slightly on the blanket. When Matt began stalking his way to her through the
crowd, she felt a surge of triumph, but lust quickly blanketed it. Female heads turned in his direction
as he passed but he didn t remove his eyes from her once. Matt held an air of command at all times,
but he wore his uniform today, only increasing his air of authority. She wanted to kiss him. She
wanted him to refuse to kiss her. Nothing made sense any more.
Matt finally reached her, but she made no move to change her position. A growl lingering in his
throat, he knelt down on the blanket beside her.
 Sit up, he commanded, keeping his voice low.  Immediately.
 I m good.
His gaze lingered on her bottom before coasting down over her thighs.  You re the opposite of
good.
Everything below her waist tightened.  W-what are you doing here? she managed.
He sat back on the blanket keeping his legs bent, moving like such a sleek animal that Lucy s
breathing faltered.  Your brother doesn t know you re alone. Apparently you weren t finished lying
when I dropped you off on Friday.
His harsh comment hit home and she finally sat up, wondering if he d known calling her on her lie
would achieve his goal.  Mood killer, she muttered.  If you came here to knock me down another
peg, it s not necessary. You did a bang-up job of it last night.
 I just came to check on you, he said curtly.
Anger sparked along her nerve endings.  I don t need to be checked on. I m watching a movie in the
park, not dancing topless in Times Square. When he only continued to watch her, she sighed.  Look,
I didn t lie to him for the fun of it. He s got all this engagement stuff happening with Hayden. Not to
mention the two jobs. I didn t want to be a 
 Nuisance?
Hearing him call her that again did not sit well. Lucy knew from experience that redness was
climbing her neck, coloring her cheeks, and she refused to let him see it. She grabbed her purse and
attempted to stand, but Matt curled an arm around her waist at the last second and dragged her down
onto his lap.
 Hey. I didn t mean that. His voice rumbled at her neck and caused her to sag back against him, the
new contact allowing his mouth to sift through the hair behind her ear.  Not the first time I said it. Not
now. Okay?
She blew out a breath.  Can you please strike it from your vocabulary, then?
Matt hummed in his throat by way of answering. She couldn t help but marvel at how right it felt
being held by him like this. Cradled against his chest, his body temperature warming every inch of
her. Their bodies molded together, like they d been superglued. How could she have missed touching
him when they d known each other such a short amount of time?
 What movie is this? he asked into her hair.
Lucy s eyes shot wide.  Back to the Future. You ve never seen it?
 No.
 I weep for your childhood.
Matt s hesitant laughter rolled through her, but she quickly became distracted when his rough
fingers began drawing patterns on her inner thigh, teasing the hem of her dress. He might as well have
been stroking her between her legs for the sensations he was creating.  Catch me up.
 Huh?
 On the movie. Tell me what s happening.
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