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Matt took Jena to his house. Not because it was home, but because he needed to see her there. Without her presence, the rooms were empty and sterile. And that was something he couldn’t bear any longer. He wanted to be surrounded by life, not by pristine organisation. He wanted the place to be full of colour and music. He wanted it to be full of Jena.
She didn’t say anything when he led her into his home. Although he was sure the characterless box the police force had provided for him made her lips curl in distaste. He could almost hear her thoughts. She would replace the ugly orange dimpled glass in the windows for sure. Then she’d get rid of anything even remotely beige. She’d fill his neat, lifeless rooms with colourful cushions and potted plants.
She’d make it a home.
Matt found himself longing for a home. A home with Jena in it.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Matt turned to Jena, backing her into the wall. Her wide eyes looked up at him, but she didn’t protest. He gripped her hips through the plain black dress she wore and buried his face in the curve of her throat. Jena. She smelled of springtime, of new beginnings, of hope. He breathed her in as her gentle hands stroked his back.
“I need you.” The words came out as a growl against her skin.
She tightened her hold on him. “Then I’m yours.”
The rightness of that sentence made him want to roar. He wrapped his hand tight in the hair at the back of her head, angled her face up towards him and took her mouth. It wasn’t a kiss. It was more. Part of him wanted to absorb her into him. Make her a part of him in a way that would never change.
She moaned into his mouth, making his blood heat. He used his weight and size to overwhelm her. He wanted her to feel all of him. To know all of him. Her breathing turned to panting as she yanked his jacket from his shoulders. He released his hold on her long enough to let it fall to the floor.
With desperation, he plundered her mouth. Drinking in her desire. Stealing her sanity. Possessing her need. She tasted vaguely of honey. Warm, delicious honey. Her slender hands fumbled over his tie and shirt. She growled with impatience and then tugged. Hard. Buttons popped. She sucked in a deep breath.
“I’ll buy you another one,” she muttered against his lips.
He didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact Jena’s hot hands were now running over his skin. A growl of possession escaped him as his hand found the zip at the back of her dress. He yanked it down, then unclasped her bra while he was there. He pushed the dress and bra to the floor before hooking his thumb into the side of her panties. He tugged. They ripped and fell away, joining the dress on the floor.
“We’re even now,” she said.
Her words barely registered. Matt’s need was driving him. His rational mind had given way to pure instinct and lust. He couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t eliminate the distance between them.
Hands on her hips, he lifted her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Sharp little nails bit into his scalp as her fingers grabbed hold of his hair. Matt reached between them, unzipped his trousers, pushed them and his underwear over his hips, and found her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he was inside her.
He swallowed her groan as her legs clenched around him. Their kiss was relentless. Wild and desperate. Matt felt the restlessness within him settle. At last the distance was gone. There was only Jena.
He moved against her in a slow rhythm at odds with the frenzy of their lovemaking. He wanted to know every inch of her. He wanted to possess her. To be possessed by her. To have them merge into one.
Gasps. Sighs. A pant. A moan. Muscles strained. Fingers clenched. Tongues tasted. He was in a spiralling freefall. Clinging to Jena as though she could save his life, his heart.
With a shuddering cry, Jena arched into him. Her head against the wall, her eyes closed. In the dim light from the window, Matt revelled in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
“Matt.” His name was a gasp. “Matt.”
He kept moving. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. He felt it. The force of her climax as it crashed through her and into him. With a growl, Matt followed. The two of them tumbling together, into bliss.
Jena was limp in his arms. Her breathing heavy, her heart pounding hard against Matt’s chest. He felt a smile curve his lips as he watched her. Holding her tight lest she slide to the floor.
Soul mate.
The words reverberated through him.
Slowly, languorously, her eyes opened. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, dazed and sated.
Yeah. She was his soul mate. And he was never letting her go.
“This is definitely a relationship,” he told her. He was firm. Serious. He wanted there to be no doubt.
Jena smiled widely as she blinked up at him. Her chest began to shake, and with a giggle she snuggled into him. With a shake of his head, Matt carried his giddy woman up the stairs. Tomorrow, he’d explain that he was never letting her leave him. But first, he really wanted to get her in a shower that had hot water. With a slow, wicked grin, Matt kicked open the bathroom door. The heaviness he’d been carrying around for years was gone. He’d found the purpose he was looking for. He’d found it in Jena.
He’d found it in his soul mate.