“And this one?” he asked between kisses.
“That’s where your buddy Carlos decided to give me an impromptu anatomy lesson.” My voice aimed for lightness but caught on the edge of memory. Matt’s eyes darkened dangerously before he reclaimed his composure.
“Well then,” he purred, moving to the constellation of smaller bruises decorating my shoulder, “let’s rewrite that chapter.”
In that moment, stretched out beneath him, every kiss was an absolution, every caress a benediction. I was adrift in bliss—a sea of sensation where each wave crested with love and crashed into ecstasy. Even heaven’s choir couldn’t compete with the symphony of pleasure Matt conducted across my skin.
When he returned his attention to my chest, taking a nipple between his lips, I nearly levitated off the bed. His tongue teased the sensitive bud until I was writhing beneath him, coherent thought scattered to the wind.
“Oh God,” I gasped as pleasure coiled tight in my belly. “You’re really excelling at this whole bedside manner thing.”
His laugh vibrated against my skin before he came up to capture my lips again. “I think I’ve thoroughly examined the front,” he murmured against my mouth. “Time to check the back.”
Before I could respond with some clever comment about his thoroughness—because who was I to argue with more kissing—he turned me over. A pillow found its way under my chest, and I hugged it like an anchor in this storm of sensation.
Eyes closed, I surrendered to the feeling of Matt’s hands skating over my back, his lips following in a trail of fire that somehow soothed rather than burned. Each kiss felt like a starburst of warmth that faded into the most delicious calmimaginable. Under his gentle worship, the world outside ceased to exist—there was only Matt, his touch, and the sanctuary we’d created in this moment of shared intimacy.
I felt Matt’s hands on my hips, flipping me over with ease. His touch ignited a trail of heat that seemed to sink beneath my skin, and I was acutely aware of the evidence pressing insistently against my belly.
“Your back’s been given the all clear,” he announced with mock formality, “but I believe there’s one area in need of some… intensive care.” His gaze dropped pointedly to the part of me that was undeniably, achingly attentive.
My cheeks flushed with heat, but I managed to maintain my composure. “Well, Doctor,” I quipped despite my breathlessness, “before you proceed with your… in-depth examination, I insist on patient rights to kiss my incredibly hot physician.”
His lips curved into a smile that could’ve lit up the Vegas strip, and he leaned down. Our lips met with the intensity of two stars colliding, and I lost myself in the sensation. Each kiss with Matt had a way of making my world snap into sharp focus, like the fuzziness of an old television set suddenly clearing to show a picture of stunning clarity. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, our tongues dancing in a rhythm of desire and need. My arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair, drawing him closer, as if we could merge into one.
Every time we kissed, it was like finding a missing piece of myself. The fears and memories that haunted my waking hours dissolved into nothingness. With Matt, I was more than just the sum of my past—I was wanted, I was cherished, I was whole. Each kiss was a vow, a silent promise that, together, we could weather any storm.
When we finally broke for air, I was breathless, my heart racing with a potent blend of love and lust. Matt’s eyes bored into mine, filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache. Then, without warning, he began a searing journey down my torso, each kiss igniting a new flame across my skin, his tongue tracing the contours of my muscles, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
I tensed as he reached the apex of my thighs, the heat of his breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. He looked up at me from under his lashes—a look so wickedly hot it should have come with a warning label—before parting his lips and taking me into the wet heat of his mouth.
A loud groan escaped my throat as he enveloped me, his tongue working its magic with a mastery that left me seeing stars. I bit my lower lip, the sharp jolt of pain a grounding counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure building within me. My hips moved of their own accord, my body instinctively seeking to deepen the connection between us.
The sight of Matt, lips stretched around my girth, eyes locked on mine, was nearly enough to send me over the edge. But it was the love—unspoken yet as tangible as the sheets beneath us—that made this more than just a physical act. It was an expression of our bond, a love so fierce and consuming that it left no room for doubt or fear.
I was a writhing mess beneath him, moaning his name as I teetered on the brink of release. Each suck, each lick, each teasing movement had me biting my lower lip harder to keep from crying out. He was loving me with his mouth, worshipping my body in a way that no one else ever had, and I could feel the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.
When I finally came, it was like every nerve in my body caught fire, the pleasure pulsing through me with a force that left me utterly undone. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids asI spilled into his mouth, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. He swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with a tenderness that took my breath away.
Matt moved up to hover over me once the world stopped spinning, and our lips met in a languid, lazy kiss that spoke of the deep connection we shared. “Feeling less pain now?” he murmured, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.
I grinned up at him through half-lidded eyes, still catching my breath from the intensity of it all. “Doctor,” I murmured with feigned solemnity but couldn’t quite keep the blissful satisfaction from my voice, “your treatment is nothing short of miraculous. Though I might need regular follow-up appointments to ensure a complete recovery.”
His rich laughter joined my breathless chuckle as he lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I went willingly, snuggling into his embrace with a contented sigh.
Lying there in the afterglow, with Matt’s lips tracing a leisurely path across my skin, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Each kiss was a gentle whisper of affection, a balm to my overstimulated senses. He kissed me everywhere—my lips, my forehead, the bridge of my nose, each cheek, my neck, even the tip of my nose, for Pete’s sake. It was sweet and maddening all at once, his tenderness a caress to my battered soul.
When his lips found that sensitive spot on my neck, a familiar tension coiled within me. My body responded with an eagerness that was both embarrassing and exhilarating—I was hard again, painfully so. Matt’s own arousal was unmistakable, a solid length pressing against my thigh.
I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. “Well, Mr. Caine, is that a billion dollars in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I murmured against his lips.
His chuckle vibrated against my neck where his lips were currently exploring. “And here I thoughtyouwere the onemaking unauthorized deposits,” he retorted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “But what’s a poor billionaire to do when doctor’s orders say no strenuous activity?”
The suggestion that slipped from my lips was half jest, half desperate need. “You know what they say about friction creating heat… and I hear body heat is very therapeutic.”
His smirk sent a thrill down my spine. “Playing with fire, pet? And here I thought you were supposed to be recovering, not starting new blazes.”
Before I could respond with some clever comeback, he was shifting, pulling me on top of him. I found myself straddling his waist, our faces inches apart as we shared sweet kisses that held promises of more. My legs wrapped around his waist while my arms clung to his neck—a lifeline in a sea of desire.
