No, she didn't want that. Didn’t want anything but him.
And for once in her life, she was going to get exactly what she wanted.
"Come with me," she said, and then she swam further out into the water untill she'd reached the mouth of a grotto not far off from a wooded area. When she got to the rocks, she waded in the water, waiting for him to join her, but it didn't take long. Within seconds, he reappeared, his dark blond hair made black by the salty water, and he was walking toward her again, making her breath come in shallow little gasps.
It was like something out of a movie, watching him move toward her with the whole of the island and the beautiful night skyline behind him, and still he was the center of it all, the most beautiful part of the scene. His light green eyes met hers and her lips parted, thinking of the times she'd felt him on top of her. Of all the times the heat of his lips had scorched her.
He'd always been so in command when they'd been together, so forceful. But now? Now she had led him here and she was in charge. If only just for tonight.
"Matt, I--" she started, but then he was there, his arms wrapped around her, and her brain short circuited.
"Before anything happens, I want you to tell me what you want," he said. "I want to hear you say this is what you want."
"I want you. I want this." She nuzzled his neck, but he pulled back again, tucking one finger under her chin to tilt her head toward him.
"I want you, too. All of you." His free hand dipped beneath the water and she felt him brush against her panties, finding her center.
"I want to taste you," he said, lower and hungrier than before. "I want to have you and then in the morning I want to have you over again. As many times as I can. I want you to be my woman."
She blinked, unsure what to say. Unsure what to do about the thrill that shot through her at the words "My woman."
"I want you to say you're my woman." He slipped his hand beneath her bra and tweaked one nipple until it was as hard and aching as the rest of her. As needy.
"I..." she tried, but then he pushed aside her panties and thrust two fingers inside. She gasped, but he never broke eye contact. Never said a word. With his thumb, he rubbed the delicate bundle of nerves that was waiting for him.
"I'm yours," she said at last, but then he pulled away and she was left bereft and hungry.
"That's not what I asked," he said, gripping her hips and driving her back against the rocks. A chill ran through her as her back connected with the cool stone of the grotto, but it was extinguished just as quickly by the feel of his hot, rock hard skin against hers.
“Say it,” he breathed.
“I’m your woman.”
“You’re damn right you are,” he answered, and then his lips crushed against hers before
he pulled her panties aside and pushed inside.
Chapter 10
"So, you and Matt have been... cozy." Andy waggled her brows as she lifted the head of her Kitchen Aid mixer and surveyed the consistency of her batter. Apparently satisfied, she stuck one finger in and then licked it clean.
Shay decided to ignore the comment. "What kind of bride makes her own wedding cake?"
"The kind of bride who is saving for a honeymoon."
"Why do you have to save for a honeymoon when you already have a house in Hawaii? Oh yeah, and a millionaire for a husband. And—"
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being frugal." Andy unfastened the bowl from the mixer and carried it to her pre-greased pans. "Besides, I can't help but notice how you're not answering my question."
"It wasn't a question. It was a statement, and I'm choosing to ignore it."
"Just like I chose to ignore you two on the beach the other night?"
Shay’s cheeks heated up, and she stared at her iPad again, willing it to guide her through the fondant baseball she'd been failing to make for the past hour now. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Or how about how you stumbled out of his room this morning? Or when he—"
"Okay, okay. I guess we're not as sly as we thought."