Chapter 3 #2
I would knock him to the ground then proceed to strangle every last drop of life out of him.
How long would that take?
“But that was all he did, Ms DuMont. I truly did enjoy tonight’s performance and although there are many ways in which you could improve this work, I can see great promise in what your company has created. At the Royal Ballet we are always on the lookout for potentially exceptional choreography, and that is what I witnessed tonight.”
I blinked quickly.
“He didn’t blackmail you?”
“No.” he replied, sounding amused.
“He told me this performance was a must see and that was all. My decision is not influenced by outside parties.”
I peered at the card between my fingers.
“I can keep this? I can call you to discuss things?”
“Yes, Ms DuMont, I sincerely hope you will.”
Oh God.
I was going to have a panic attack.
“Thank you.” I gushed.
“You have no idea what this means to me. I’ll call you. I mean, I can call you, right? You said I could.” And there went all chances of appearing like a well-rounded, mature, professional ballerina.
I sounded like a damn groupie willing to toss those panties in his face.
He laughed at me and nodded slowly.
“Call me and we’ll talk. Good night, Ms DuMont.”
“Good night. Good bye. Good night.” I bumbled, clutching his card to my heaving chest as he walked away.
I had to find Dante at once.
On shaky legs I started back up the aisle and ran into Matt’s grandfather.
“Now look here, young lady. How dare you-”
I flung my arms around the old man, unable to contain my excitement.
“Madison! Stop this unbecoming behaviour at once.” he said loudly as I squeezed him.
“I thought you paid him,” I explained quickly.
“But you didn’t, and he liked it. He really liked it.”
“Well, of course he did.” Grumps grumbled.
“My Matthew believes in your talent therefore you must have talent.”
“Thank you for inviting him, Mr Bradley.” I said in a voice thick with emotion against his coat.
Grumps’s arms rose around me and he awkwardly patted my back as he said above my ear.
“You can call me Grumps.”
I pulled back, peering intently into his grey eyes.
“And I apologize.” he said in a low voice.
“I was, ahem, I may have misjudged you.”
My mouth stretched across my face in a wide beam.
“Apology accepted, Grumps. Although a card would’ve sufficed, I have to say this was so much better.”
For the first time ever, Grumps smiled at me.
“Yes, well, please unhand me and we shall speak of it no more.” he said with a waggle of eyebrows.
I released him and he held an arm out to me.
“So, I’m assuming you want me to tell Matt I’ve forgiven you?” I asked after I took his arm.
“Yes, I expect you to do so.” he replied firmly.
“You said some pretty hurtful things to me that night.” It was best to get it all out in the open.
“I know.” was all he said.
“I’m not a gold-digger.”
“I know.” he repeated.
“Matt loves me and I love him.” I stated without a doubt.
Grumps started us forward.
“Yes, he has made it quite clear that you are what he wants.”
“So, you’re ok with the engagement?”
“As long as my grandson is happy,” Grumps replied, gesturing to said grandson who was now striding towards us.
“And he seems to be.”
“You’re not a mean bastard after all.” I mused.
“Such language is not becoming of a young lady, especially one who’ll be carrying my family’s name.”
“I’m keeping my own damned name.” I retorted quickly.
Unfortunately Matt’s strides were long and fast enough to put him within earshot of my last comment.
“What was that, poppet?” he queried, eyeing his grandfather with pure suspicion.
“Is everything ok?”
Grumps cleared his throat at me.
“Matt, Grumps has apologized,” I admitted.
“So you can both kiss and make up.”
The identical expression of disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh but I managed to hold it in.
“Was the apology sincere?” Matt asked, holding a hand out to me.
I nodded in Grumps’s direction while taking Matt’s hand.
“Yes, it was.”
“Matthew, I have done as asked,” Grumps began but stopped when Matt held a hand up.
“Poppet, have you forgiven him for his previous reprehensible behaviour?”
I nodded again.
Matt cupped my chin with his free hand as he scrutinized my face.
“Are you sure? He’s not made any threats to you, has he?”
“I never,” Grumps exploded in a low tone.
“What sort of person do you take me for, Matthew?”
Matt scoffed at Grumps as he stroked under my chin.
“You’ve definitely forgiven him, yes?”
“Yes, Matt, I have.” I narrowed my eyes at Grumps.
“Well, until he does something else to offend me.”
Matt cupped my right cheek as he lightly caressed my skin with his thumb.
Not raising his gaze from me, he addressed his grandfather.
“Make sure you don’t do that, Grumps, for I will not be as understanding if it happens again.”
Grumps affected an insulted demeanour, but he did nod his head in agreement.
“Now that unpleasantness is all behind us,” He was eager to draw a line under it.
“My driver will be taking me to your residence tonight, Matthew. The trip back to Surrey at this time of night is not something I want to endure. Plus it will give us a chance to catch up.”
There were very few times I’d ever seen my knight at a loss for words.
This was one of them.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
Then he did it again while Grumps levelled him with a no-nonsense stare.
“Of course,” Matt murmured with a touch of reluctance.
“You’re always welcome at my home, Grumps, but Madi and I are heading back to hers tonight as I don’t have my car with me. Adam is there though, so you’ll have company.”
What?
We were going back to mine?
That was news to me.
Usually Matt insisted I stay over at his.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Matthew.” Grumps dismissed Matt’s words with a quick wave of hand.
“Why on earth would you choose to stay in that small terrace when your Kensington property is much more comfortable? I’ve seen the area Madison lives in and it’s not somewhere a man like you should be. No, my driver will ferry us to your place.”
I cleared my throat loudly and gave Grumps a look.
How long had it taken before he made that dig?
Two minutes, maybe ?
I didn’t think he was even aware of the insult.
In fact, he was returning my incredulous stare with a blank one of his own.
I lived in Greenwich, not Hackney or one of the other tough London boroughs; and why was he acting like Kensington didn’t have any crime?
Huh, Grumps needed to read London’s crime statistics more often.
Bradley men, crazy gazillionaires, every last one of them.
“Shall I make him apologize?” Matt asked with a rueful quirk of lips.
I shook my head as Grumps flashed indignant eyes at Matt, obviously not seeing why an apology would be needed.
“Come now,” Grumps ordered.
“I’m tired and hungry, Matthew. These seats were most uncomfortable and there is quite a draft in here. Let us be on our way. We can discuss what happened in Russia on the drive to yours.”
Matt growled something out, sounded like ‘interfering old man’ to me.
I remained silent and observed the battle of wills as Matt took a deep, calming breath.
“I would like to spend some time with my fiancée, Grumps,” he said, straightening up to his full height.
“Well, Madison can come along then,” The way Grumps spoke, I swore there was an unvoiced ‘duh’ at the end of his sentence.
Ridiculous, of course, because Grumps was not one to butcher the English language with slang.
I covered my mouth with my hand.
It was best to hide my smile while watching the dominance play.
“I want to spend time with Madi,” Matt reiterated then crisply enunciated his final word.
“Alone.”
Grumps narrowed his eyes.
Matt did the same.
I watched them both.
My bet was on Grumps winning this showdown.
I had seen Matt capitulate to the old man before.
Why would this time be any different?
“You’ll have enough time to be alone when you’re married. Honestly! Young people today have no concept of the word anticipation, or morals for that matter. In my time, a man courted a woman before proposing marriage and courting did not entail physical intimacy. That was left to the wedding night. Humph.”
Matt and I exchanged glances.
His was just as uncomfortable as mine before the usual aloof mask settled into place.
I still couldn’t fix my expression of horrified embarrassment.
“Be quiet, Grumps.” Matt hissed while tugging at his shirt collar.
I wondered if that was his only nervous habit, he did it so rarely.
And I was glad no one was close enough to overhear our conversation.
“It’s ok, Matt.” I said.
“Why don’t you get a lift with your grandfather and I’ll drive over to yours later? I’ll probably be here for a while before Dante and I lock up.”
Matt shot a menacing glare at Grumps who was looking very satisfied with himself.
Then Matt gave me the full weight of his stare.
He wasn’t pleased with me either.
“Good. Matthew, let’s be on our way.” Grumps nodded his head at me and turned away.
Matt exhaled slowly before taking my hand in his.
“Bloody hell. If I had known this was going to happen,” He sighed and rubbed his fingers over my knuckles.
“I’m going to get Grumps settled in at mine but I’ll wait up for you so don’t be late, poppet. I’ve missed spending time with you.”
I squeezed his hand, silently marvelling at his features.
The only description for him would be perfection, and he was all mine.
“I’ve missed you too, hon. I promise not to be too late.” I leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Oh and your grandfather used his connections to drag the Director of the Royal Ballet down here tonight. Please don’t think I’m a hypocrite for being happy about that.”
Matt grinned at me.
“Never. See? There are benefits to being my woman.”
The smile stayed on my face, even as I worried about my willingness to allow the use of Grumps’s connections.
I uneasily pushed the thought to the back of my mind.
I didn’t want to become one of those people, the ones who used their association with others to further themselves…
instead of working for it.
“Madi?” Matt called and my wandering gaze jerked back to his face.
“You looked like you were miles away.”
“I’m just tired, Matt, and you must be exhausted. Go. I promise not to stay too late. I have to go tell Dante about this new development.”
“Call me when you’re leaving.” Matt ordered.
I nodded quickly, gave him another brief kiss and waved to Grumps.
I got my second smile from him before I turned away from them and hurried away.
Ok.
I had forgiven him for Matt’s sakes.
Matt thought I was unaware of the sadness he felt over the distance between them, but I wasn’t.
I had technically forgiven Grumps, yet I would never forget.
Not the way Grumps had looked at me, not the way he had spoken to me.
No, it would be fool-hardy to forget.
If Matt’s parents could put on such an act at that restaurant…
well, I was certain Grumps could be just as devious.
No, I wouldn’t forget, even though he’d chosen a hell of a good way to make things up to me.
“Dante, my office, now.” I called when I was close enough to the group.
Eddie let out a loud ‘ohhhh, sounds like trouble’ and everyone laughed.
Dante looked at me, a searching sort of look as he asked Liam to oversee the orderly exit of the remaining people in our auditorium.
Behind the closed door of my office I filled him in on what had transpired.
“So?” I pressed when he remained silent.
“What do you think?”
Dante ran a hand over his braided hair and licked his lips.
“I - that’s - damn, Madi. That’s the best news I’ve ever heard. Are you serious?”
I nodded as his mouth widened into a grin.
“Should we initiate a professional relationship with him? I mean, I don’t know if he wants to - this is big.” And it was.
This was the stuff dreams were made of.
This could be our chance to make a name for ourselves.
I wrung my hands together and leaned against the filing cabinet.
“My only issue is the way it all came about. It’s like the donation Matt made to the company. I feel,” My words trailed off softly.
How did I feel about it?
The only reason this had occurred was due to my relationship with Matt.
“Are you kidding me?” Dante almost shouted.
“I don’t care how or why. This is what we’ve been working towards, Madi. Do you have any idea what this could potentially mean for us? For our company?”
I nodded slowly and observed the building excitement on his face.
“Look,” Dante tried to appease my worry.
“I get you might feel a bit uncomfortable with the whole using of connections thing, but sweet cheeks, come on! The Royal Ballet? You have to call.”
Dante was practically jumping with glee and it was infectious.
I started smiling once more, thinking of what could be.
“It’s a good thing, right?” I twisted my hair around and searched the top of my desk for a scrunchie.
“Good thing? It’s the best.” Dante responded.
“Man. If I’d known you sexing a rich white man would’ve gotten us to this stage, I would’ve pimped your sweet ass out ages ago.”
“That’s just wrong,” I groused at my best friend.
“Sexist and so wrong, and do I have to remind you that I am engaged? It’s more than just sexing.” I found the scrunchie and pulled my hair into a high ponytail seconds before Dante grabbed me in a bear hug and spun us around the office.
“Put me down, you clown.” I laughed as I gripped his shoulders to avoid falling out his grip.
“We’re celebrating tonight. Let’s get the guys and hit the boozer. I am feeling a serious pub crawl.” Dante didn’t let me down.
“Start at the Cutty Sark Tavern, then we can move on to Ashburnham Arms. I like the ales there.”
“Lisa wants to go to the Old Brewery, and you know she’s the pub queen.” I reminded him, then remembered Matt would be waiting up for me at his place.
“Aw man, I can only have half a pint. I’m driving.”
“What? Leave your car, that’s what everyone else is doing. You can pick it up tomorrow.” Dante finally lowered me to the floor.
“We’re celebrating tonight.”
“I can’t. I have to drive to Matt’s later.” I explained.
“Sweet cheeks,” Dante said in his most persuasive tone.
“I can’t.” I resisted, even though I could already visualize how much fun it would be.
“Matt flew back from Russia today. He’s been gone two weeks! No, don’t even give me those puppy dog eyes. I can’t stay out.”
“A few hours, four pints and get the tube.” he offered.
“Half an hour, half a pint and I’m driving.” I countered.
“Two hours, two pints and I’ll pay for your taxi.” Dante tugged on my ponytail.
“Half an hour, half a pint and I’m still driving.” I repeated.
Anything longer than 30 minutes and I would end up staying out with them all.
Dante knew this.
“Two hours, diet cola and you’re still driving. Come on. Our production was a success.” Dante cajoled, and I caved.
“Okay, but you know I don’t drink diet, it tastes weird.” I said.
Matt would understand.
Pub crawl here we come…
It was gone 2am when I used my keys to open Matt’s front doors.
I put my bag and Matt’s gift down and had a few moments of silent curses as I tried to remember the darned alarm code.
The last thing I needed was the alarm going off.
On my second attempt it worked and I breathed a sigh of relief while kicking off my sneakers and shrugging out my duffle coat.
After hanging it up I picked up my bag and the gift.
There was the low glow of light coming from one of the rooms down the hallway but the house was quiet.
I worried my lower lip between my teeth, feeling like a kid sneaking in after curfew.
“Ok,” I muttered to myself.
“How mad could he be?”
Knowing Matt, he’d be mad but very polite about it.
Maybe I should have come straight here after the pub instead of going home to get his gift.
And of course, once I got home I had to have a shower and change into some comfy clothes.
I also unloaded my dryer and dishwasher.
Too much residual energy from the final performance.
I sighed and headed for the light.
Hopefully my smile would dazzle him into a good mood.
He always said I had a charming smile.
The sight that met me when I slowly elbowed the door open had me grinning.
Matt was sprawled out on the ridiculously large corner sofa while Adam was propped up against the armchair.
It looked like he had slipped off the seat at one point and simply went back to sleep.
I noticed the two glasses and empty Scotch bottle on the ornate wooden table and shook my head.
They hadn’t used coasters and that table was expensive.
George would not be pleased.
I quietly put my bag and Matt’s gift down, folded my arms, and watched the two brothers sleep.
Wow.
They did resemble each other, although Matt was much more handsome in my opinion.
With toasty sock-clad feet I minced over to where Matt lay and bent forward to brush his hair off his forehead.
“Matt,” I whispered, slowly running my hand through his silky hair.
“Hon, wake up.” Nothing.
I got nothing.
So I bent down further, low enough to whisper above his ear.
“Matt, wake up. You’ll have a bad back if you stay on the sofa.”
His breathing hitched for a moment but resumed its slow, deep rhythm.
He looked so sweet and peaceful.
And his lips…
I couldn’t help it.
I stole a kiss.
“Ow.” I hissed when a strong arm immediately snaked around me and yanked me into his body.
The collision of our foreheads was unexpected and I was now in a very awkward position.
“What time do you call this, poppet?” he murmured, eyes still closed.
“Uh, early o’ clock. Why aren’t you in bed?” I whispered back.
Matt groaned and moved his body so he could manoeuvre me into a better position on top of him.
His arm still held me prisoner.
Then he sighed contentedly and went back to his deep breathing.
“Matt, we can’t stay like this.” I advised, although it was now quite comfortable laying atop his muscular body.
One grey eye popped open.
“You’re late.”
“Mhmm, a little.”
Both eyes were open now and squinting at me.
“Very late.”
“Sorry?” I volunteered with a remorseful smile.
Matt’s hand slipped under my sweater and he began to rub circles over my lower back.
“How are you planning to make it up to me?” he drawled sleepily.
I pressed a light kiss to his jaw, then another to the base of his neck where his pulse maintained a steady beat.
“Anything you want.” I murmured as I buried my face against the warmth of his skin.
“I like the sound of that,” he said, his hand tugged gently at the waistband of my pants.
“Let’s go to bed, poppet, and you can show me how sorry you are.”
We sat up and Matt rubbed his face before peering at his sleeping brother for a few seconds.
“Adam,” he called sharply.
Adam jerked, eyes struggling open.
“What?”
“Go to bed.” Matt ordered as he pulled us up.
“Hi, Adam,” I murmured with a little smile.
Adam rubbed his face briskly and groaned as he got to his feet.
“Hello, Madi. Matt said your show was a success-”
“Adam, you can chit chat with Madi at a more reasonable hour.” Matt interrupted grumpily.
He started herding me towards the door.
“We’re going to bed and you should do the same.”
I managed to grab my bag and Matt’s gift on the way, just barely.
“Oh and don’t disturb us before noon,” Matt added quickly.
“We’ll be busy.”
“Matt.” I exclaimed, then shot Adam an embarrassed look.
“Make it late afternoon.” Matt corrected.
“And keep Grumps entertained.”
The last I saw of Adam as Matt hustled me through the door was his sleepy smile and a knowing gleam in his eyes.
“Um, embarrassing.” I said.
Matt shrugged in response to my reproach.
For someone who had just woken up he was moving very quick on his feet.
“Is that for me, poppet?” he asked when we got to the staircase.
“Yep.”
Matt dragged me up the stairs, down the long hallway and into the master bedroom.
He flicked on the lights, locked the door and pointed to the bed as he tugged his t-shirt over his head.
I walked over to the chaise lounge and put my stuff down.
Matt came up behind me, one hand landed on my hip before making its way over my stomach.
“Don’t you want your present?” I asked.
Matt turned me around to face him and wrested my light sweater off me.
He made an appreciative noise at my lacy bra.
“I’m more concerned with a different type of present.”
The huskiness of his voice had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with some one-on-one naked quality time.
I pressed my hands over his bare chest and went up on tip-toes, my lips ached for the sweet contact of his mouth on mine.
“I’ve missed you.” I said before slanting my lips over his.
We both groaned in pleasure, deepening the kiss immediately.
Matt wrapped his arms around me, effortlessly lifting me and taking us over to the bed.
The mattress gave way to our combined weight and I gasped at the sensation of Matt’s body against mine.
He raised his head and the burning hunger shining from his features had me quivering with anticipation.
“I’ll try my best to be gentle,” he said, tension was running through his voice and hands as he tugged my pants off.
Another deep sound of appreciation came when he noticed the matching lace panties.
“But I can’t make any promises, poppet.”
I nodded, understanding his need because I felt it too.
Matt wasted no time in stripping the rest of his clothes off, and that was the extent of his patience.
A gasp of surprise left my lips as he spread my legs with single-minded determination and slipped my panties to one side.
The air caught in my throat as he guided his hardness into my rapidly heating flesh.
“Oh, God,” he rasped.
“I’ve missed this.”
Coherent words were beyond me.
My focus was solely on the feel of him pushing into my body.
And boy did I feel it.
Matt’s gaze was locked onto my face, his grey eyes held a dark promise of imminent satisfaction.
“Matt,” I gripped his forearms, the tip of my tongue traced my lower lip and Matt let out a strangled groan.
He leaned down to claim my mouth, thrusting every hard inch inside me with one roll of his hips.
We both stayed motionless as Matt ate at my lips, eagerly swallowing my whimpers of pleasure.
“I’ll try,” His tone was gruff and he pressed moist kisses over my face as he began to move slowly inside me.
Our lower bodies danced together, I arched when he rolled and we both cried out.
It was strange, the way my body responded to his.
Every bit of my skin felt on fire, but it was nothing in comparison to the inferno raging inside me.
The inferno he had ignited and only he could quench.
He gripped my hip tightly with one hand as I wrapped my legs around him.
The other hand gripped the back of my neck, the pressure a clear indication of the fast disappearing rein on control he held.
“Poppet.” he groaned, rubbing his cheek against mine.
“Please,” I begged, wrapping my arms around him.
He was hitting that spot.
That very sweet spot which made my pussy clench.
“Please.”
He raised his head, staring intently at me.
The question was clear in his piercing eyes and I nodded.
Matt lowered his lips to mine and picked up the pace.
His hips worked furiously between my legs that were clasped behind him.
In, out, hard, fast.
It was almost impossible to distinguish where one stroke ended and the other began.
Every thrust seemed to push the air out my lungs, frantic gasps of ecstasy were forced from my lips into his.
Matt’s hand moved from my hip, slipping underneath to grab my ass.
I wrenched away from his kiss, tossing my head side to side as I panted for him.
Begged.
I was begging, fingernails raking down his back as I begged for more.
Matt unhooked my legs, pulling one over his shoulder with raw determination, and if I was making noise before, well I was screaming now as he pounded into me.
In, out, harder, faster.
But still he held back, he was still trying to be gentle, at least as gentle as he could be.
I could see the tension on his face as he fought his desire to lose himself.
“Matt,” I half-screamed, half-moaned; right before my vision exploded into a burst of orgasmic light.
Blinding light that seemed to pulse in time with the spasms shaking my whole body.
Matt groaned as my inner walls went crazy with pleasure around his hardness; one thrust, two, one more deep and sure before he climaxed with a guttural moan of satisfaction.
He collapsed against me, out of breath like I was, and we laid there waiting for life to return.
La petite mort .
That’s what the French call it.
I was certain I had read that somewhere.
The little death, that post-orgasmic state of barely conscious existence.
La petite mort.
I would happily welcome the little death in Matt’s arms again…
forever.
“Are you okay?” Matt asked what seemed like hours later but could not have been more than fifteen minutes.
He raised up onto his elbows, large hands framing my face while he tenderly kissed my nose, then chin, before he licked my lips.
I smiled, blinking slowly as I focused my gaze on his face.
“Yes.” My voice sounded lazy.
He grinned and brushed some hair off my damp face.
“It’s good to be home.” he murmured.
“And you probably woke everyone up with all that screaming.”
I was too satisfied to care.
In the cold light of day, yes; right now I couldn’t give a rat’s ass.
Matt continued showering me with soft kisses as we laid joined intimately.
He was still semi-hard, still deep within the warm folds of my body and it was good having him home.
I stroked one hand up and down the slick lines of his back.
Sex sweat, mmm…
but the sticky remnants of our mutual climaxes were finding a way out our joined flesh.
“Bathroom,” I finally said, giggling when he teased my ear lobe with his teeth.
“What about it?” Matt lifted his hips up and I moaned loudly as he began to move inside me.
“So soon?” I asked, already knowing the answer from the growing lust in his eyes.
“Give me a little time to recuperate and we’ll see.” he replied and I forgot about cleaning up for the moment.
A very long, pleasure filled moment with kisses and cuddles.
Needing a breather and a splash of water to cool down, I found myself in the en-suite, smiling at my reflection of wild hair and swollen lips.
Matt was calling me back to bed and I finished cleaning up.
“Matt, did you really enjoy the show last night?” I asked while walking back into the bedroom and climbing into bed.
“I always say what I mean, and I told you it was magnificent.” he confirmed.
Matt bunched up my discarded matching bra and panties before tossing them aside.
His wavy black locks were in disarray around his face, his skin still flushed from our vigorous coupling.
The covers were piled at the bottom of the bed so I went to pull them back over us.
Matt made a sound low in his throat that caused a delightful fluttering in my stomach.
“Don’t do that.”
I looked over my shoulder and wiggled my ass, which he was staring at greedily.
In a flash he leaned forward and grabbed me around the waist, yanking me firmly into his arms.
“I love you.” he muttered while I squirmed in a half-hearted attempt to escape his hold.
I stopped, scrutinizing his features as I ran my hand through his tousled hair.
“What do you love about me, Mr Bradley?”
Matt caught his lower lip between his teeth and returned my gaze.
I arched an eyebrow at him and he settled us back against the pillows.
“The physical or non-physical attributes?” he queried then buried his face in my hair.
“Um, start with the physical,” I nudged his leg with my foot so I could entwine our lower limbs then continued with a dry, “This should be interesting.”
Matt rolled his eyes at my tone before casting his gaze over me.
“Let’s ignore the obvious beauty of your face for now,”
I tried to hide my pleased smile.
Matt saw and snorted, “Vain,” under his breath.
But I wasn’t vain, far from it.
Sometimes I wondered what it was he saw in me that had led us to here, in his bed, with his ring on my finger.
Well, he was about to give me the answer.
Matt ran a fingertip down my neck and over one shoulder before tracing the juncture where they met.
“This spot right here. I can’t explain it, but this spot is akin to a magnet for my lips. I have a constant urge to kiss you -” He did.
“- right here. Then there’s this spot between your collar bone,” His index finger stroked it lightly.
“Oh wait,” I interrupted.
“I know what it is. I saw it in that old movie, ah, The English Patient,”
“Shush,” he chastised then traced his finger up, coming to the skin behind my ear.
I shivered automatically.
“Here. You’re sensitive here. I thoroughly enjoy that squeak you make whenever I run my tongue here.”
A squeak did indeed fall from my mouth when he ran his tongue behind my ear.
Matt chuckled and I sent him a mock glare.
“And what can I say about these?” He twisted me onto my back and cupped my boobies as he settled over my lower body.
Matt kept his mesmerizing gaze on me and slowly ran his thumbs over my nipples until they hardened.
“Mmm, I call these my twin peaks of contentment.”
“Idiot.” I smacked one of his hand away and he lowered his head to flick his tongue over my taut nipple, pulling a gasp from me.
“Ah, uh, why contentment?”
Matt closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked.
My hand found its way into his mussed up hair as I groaned out loud.