Page 99

“You feel good next to me again,” I murmured.

“It feels right,” she replied.

“Almost perfect.”

She tilted up her head. “Almost?”

“I want to make love to you. It’s been too long since I heard you calling out something odd and adorable.”

“That’s off the table right now.”

I groaned. “I hate that. Stupid spleen,” I grumbled.

“If this is causing you to suffer, I could leave.”

“No.” I pulled her closer. “I want you here.”

“Go to sleep.”

I was quiet for a few moments.

“My mouth works.”

“Matthew.”

“My fingers are in good shape. See?” I held up my hand and wiggled them. “Perfect working condition.”

“Stop it.”

“I’m just saying there is no reason for both of us to suffer.”

“I’m leaving.”

“No. I’ll be good.”

“I don’t think you can be.”

“Yep. Being good. Being quiet now. Going to sleep.”

The room was silent.

“Maybe a kiss would help.”

She snorted. Actually snorted.

“That would be all the invitation you needed. We are not fooling around with your parents a few feet away and your body recovering from surgery. Your incision isn’t healed.”

“I’d let you do all the work.”

With an impatient huff, she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me. Tongue. Teeth. Licking and biting. Taking control. Immediately, I was lost to her taste. The feel of her mouth. My cock hardened. Without thinking, my hips shifted.

And I hissed in pain.

She pulled back, her voice smug. “I told you.”

I groaned in disgust. “I hate the fact that you’re right. But really, you could have used your words. No need for a painful demonstration.”

“Ha,” she snorted again. “That was the only way to get through your stubborn head.”