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just came from another time zone. What day does your body say it is?"
    He didn 't understand, but answered, "Tomorrow."
    " Then today isn't happening for you, is it?" Her voice sounded husky as she whispered against his lips. "Today's for me. Please give me today."
     
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Matt's breath caught at her request. She still remembered what he'd said the day he'd left her lying on a blanket on the beach. He'd wanted her then, like the young idiot he'd been. Now, well, now he craved her. And he'd give her a hell of lot more than today.
    He looked at her up-tilted face. She was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous with her golden brown eyes and perfect lips. He reached down and wove his fingers into the thickness of her hair.
    " My hair's wild—"
    " It has life. It's beautiful." He ran his hands through it, cupped the back of her head, and whispered against her lips. "As beautiful as you." Then he kissed her. Long and slow, like he'd wanted to since that first kiss a few hours ago.
    Hunger bubbled to surface, but he fought it back. This was Janey. He would make it slow and gentle and sweet for her.
    Her hands clutched at his jacket, at his waist, and he realized she was straining upward on tiptoes.
    Tearing himself away from the heat of her, he said, "Wait here."
    " What are you doing?" she asked. "Where are you going?"
    " You'll see," he replied. He practically ran into the kitchen, grabbed the short joke of a footstool his mother kept to help her reach into the upper cabinets, and came back. Setting it before her, he said. "Climb on."
    She looked down, then up and at him, her brows in a frown. "I'm that short?"
    " God, no. No. You're not. You're perfect. Just right." For him. "But I don't want you to get tired stretching to reach me. It's only a couple of inches off the floor. It'll make it easier for you."
    When she took his hand, stepped up and hugged him, he realized it would be easier for him, too. Their bodies fit perfectly.
    Made for each other.
    Damn.
    With a stool. Yeah, adjustments had to be made. He could do that, right?
    She moved against him.
    Hell, yeah, he could make adjustments.
    She kissed his ear, then lightly kissed her way to his brow. Then down his cheek, her tongue touching the stubble. He should have shaved, he thought, but then she moved down to his mouth.
    Where he took over. They were even in height now, he didn't have to bend, he could simply luxuriate in the taste of her, in her explorations of his mouth.
    Damn Ty and the chance he 'd gotten. Damn the son of a bitch who'd left her, damn every son of a bitch who'd had her even for one moment.
    She was his. The thought roared through his soul, and he pulled her tighter against him, breaking the kiss, tracing the same kisses on her as she 'd traced on him. From her ear, to her brow, to her cheek. To her neck and her shoulder, where the strap of the red dress had slipped off leaving him with so much skin to kiss. He bent slightly and nibbled, open mouthed, along her collarbone, then back to her neck.
    And felt her shiver.
    "Cold?" he asked.
    She shook her head. "I'm...glorious."
    He smiled against her throat. "You are," he agreed.
    " That's not what I meant," she said in a husky voice.
    He raised his head and looked straight at her. "It is what I meant." He brushed his index finger across her lower lip, traced the dampness of their kiss, watched her eyes close. "It's what you are."
    She opened her eyes. "Don't stop this time, Matt. Promise me, okay?"
    He smiled. "Nothing's stopping us, honey." He kissed her once, hard. "Nothing," he added against her already open mouth.
    Heat. Silk. Fire. He drowned in it, let her rob him of breath until he had to taste more…until he pulled back enough to see her breathing hard, her chest rising and falling in choppy exhalations. He watched her eyes, her position on the stool perfect, and ran his finger along the plump upper slopes of breasts, pushed up by the too tight dress. Her nipples puckered under the