Bound to Be His ( The Archer Family 2)

She'd tell Matt that last night couldn't happen again. It was a one off. There was no use analyzing it or trying to figure out why it had happened. The simple fact was that it wouldn't happen again, and that would have to be good enough for her.

Better than good enough.

"Hey." A deep voice rumbled beside her, and her heart flipped over in her chest.

"Holy shit." She gasped.

"Sorry to interrupt your training montage." Matt sprinted right alongside her, matching her beat for beat. He looked just as he had last night, with his trunk-like forearms bulging at his sides, his angular jaw fixed as he half-smiled at her.

She took a deep breath. "You surprised me, that's all."

"Well, I'm not shocked. Who runs around a place like this with their eyes closed?" He gestured toward the ocean and then to the rows of pretty flowering trees and thatched umbrellas. "You must be crazy."

"Call it temporary insanity." She hedged for a moment, and then went on. "Speaking of which, I think we need to clear some things up."

"Oh?" Matt raised his eyebrows but didn't have the decency to look concerned.

"Yeah. Last night. It was a mistake."

"Was it?" His nonchalance, rather than calming her, made her heart beat faster. Maybe he wasn't hearing her right.

"Yeah. Look, as far as I'm concerned, it never happened."

"That's fine." He shrugged.

She frowned. "That's it?"

It was a childish reaction, she knew that. It wasn't like she needed him to beg for her to change her mind or anything. But it might have been nice if he cared. At all.

"Yeah, I mean, just because you decided it didn't happen doesn't mean it won't happen again."

"That's exactly what it means," she shot back.

This time it was his turn to frown. "I'm pretty sure it's not. I mean, you can't resist me."

"I most certainly can."

"You couldn't last night. And, given how hard I made you come, I think it'll be a hell of a lot harder to work with me without all those old memories coming up. Maybe some curiosity, too. I doubt you've ever been with someone better."

"You're a cocky bastard," she said, but he only grinned.

"Only when I know I'm right." He winked.

Winked. Like he was in on some kind of joke.

Her heart pounded in a way that had nothing to do with her run. "Matt—"

"Tell me, have you ever been with anyone better than me?"

She blinked. To be honest, she'd barely been with anyone besides him. The few sexual experiences she had had were fleeting and far less satisfying. After last night, it felt like she had a whole new meaning for sex all together. Like it could be something deep and powerful and...

She shook her head. "That's not the point."

"I think it is." He shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, I liked being with you, too. You're good in bed. The way you wrapped your legs around me—"

Awareness shot between her thighs at the thought. "Stop. We're professionals. Even if the sex was fun, that's not the point. It can't happen again. We work together."

"Plenty of people work together and have sex." He shrugged.