Bound to Be His ( The Archer Family 2)

They set back to work, and for the rest of the afternoon, they went on in companionable silence. All the while, Shay's mind was whirring, thinking over all the reasons to tell Matt or to avoid telling him. Really, it was six of one and half a dozen of the other. But in the end, she kept coming back to the image of his smile faltering. And whenever she thought of that?

Her heart broke just the tiniest bit.

* * *

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Matt groaned but didn't move from Shay's earlobe.

He'd had her tangled in his sheets for the better part of the morning, and despite all her protests about needing to get ready for the wedding, he was pretty sure he finally had her where he wanted her—right between her—

Bzzz. Bzzz.

"Can't you turn that damn thing off?" he asked, and made to shove the phone from where it buzzed against the bedside table, but Shay caught his wrist in midair.

"Just ignore it," she murmured, and then, stiffening, she added, "You know what, you're right. I should get up and answer it and—"

"Don't you dare." He pressed her onto her back and slid between her partially parted thighs.

He loved this, to feel her naked skin still exposed from the night before, to kiss her sleep-warmed skin. He snaked beneath the blanket, ready to start her engine purring, and then—

Bzzz. Bzzz.

"Goddammit," he said.

She stroked his hair and then pulled his face back up to her own. Reluctantly, he followed.

"We can't do this," she said.

"You keep saying that. Last night was the first time I've had you in a week. And I didn't get to cover all my bases—" He tried to duck beneath the covers again, but she scooted out from under him and closed her knees. She even pulled them up to her chest so that he could only see the smooth, sleek lines of her arms and legs; the swell of her breasts denied him.

"You can cover your bases after the wedding."

"I thought we were done after the wedding?" He quirked his eyebrow, but a little corner of his heart beat faster. He knew it. Knew she felt the connection, too.

He'd been waiting until after the wedding to say something, but when she was already here and warm and staring at him with those perfectly almond-shaped green eyes.

"There's two more days on the island after the wedding." She shrugged, and then she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and he watched with a throbbing need as she bent over and grabbed his shirt off the floor.

"Please, baby, come back to bed."

"Baby? It's baby now?" she asked.

"What, you don't like it?"

"It's not that. It's just—"

The buzzing of the phone on the counter apparently broke her concentration, and she reached for it just in time for Matt to snatch it away again.

"No. Come on, talk to me. Come back to bed."

He pulled the sheet back to reveal his waiting length, and she stared down at him with dark, hungry eyes.

"Maybe..." she said. "But first there's something I think I should—"

The phone buzzed in his hand, and he glanced down at it, reminding himself not to throw it across the room.

Shay shook her head. "Look, I'm getting in the shower, and you are too."