Chapter 194

Matt closed my bedroom door behind us and leaned his crutches against the wall. He hobbled over to the bed and sank down onto the mattress with a soft groan. “Just as I remember it,” he said, jumping a little. “So soft.”

Downstairs, Fiona, and Jack were rifling around in the kitchen. They offered to make us something, but neither of us were very hungry.

Matt lay back and stretched his arms over his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal the smooth skin along his waistline. His hip bones dipped down into his cargo pants and I bit my lip, desperate to get my hands on him, but still worried about his wounds. Sure, he was up and moving around, but that didn’t mean he should be doing physical activity. I didn’t know a lot about werewolf healing, but I wasn’t willing to risk him.

“I missed this room,” he continued, turning to look at me through hooded eyes.

The purple bedspread brought back a flood of memories. I’d spent so much of my life in this room. I had so many memories, and yet I felt so far removed from that person. Our gazes locked and Matt gave me a tentative smile. He was being delicate with me, the same way I was with him. It made me want to climb across his powerful frame and kiss him senseless.

I forced myself to turn away. He wasn’t ready.

I stripped off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. Matt watched with rapt attention, and I shimmied out of my cargo pants, my shirt and underwear quickly joining them on the floor. I never wanted to see those clothes again.

My old clothes were stacked neatly in my drawer where I left them. I took out a pair of sleep shorts and a matching tank top, knowing that they’d be loose on me now, but not really caring. They smelled like me, like home. It was comforting to be surrounded by normalcy, even though it all felt so strange.

Matt stood and limped over to me, his hand going to my bare hip. His fingers were cold, and I jumped slightly at the contact.

“Sorry,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the little dip in my shoulder.

I sighed and leaned back into his chest. My head just reached the top of his chest, and I let myself sink into him. He ran his fingers across my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before he trailed his hands down my bare sides. Heat pooled in my core.

He dipped his head to kiss his way up my neck. “I missed this,” he said, nipping at my earlobe. “I missed having you all to myself.”

He cupped my breast in one hand, giving it a light squeeze. Another shiver ran through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. This was just what I needed. I needed to feel close to him.

I let out a soft groan and his fingers trailed lower. He circled my clit in a slow teasing motion, before dragging his hand back up my body to my breasts. I was already aching for him, and I knew he felt the same. His hard length pressed into my back.

He turned me in his arms, taking me in a fierce kiss. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I let out another groan.

“Take this off,” I said into his mouth. I tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he took a step back. A moment later, his shirt was on the floor. Pale yellow bruises marred his broad chest. It was a vast improvement from a few days ago, but the sight of them still made my stomach clench in the worst way possible.

I trailed my fingers lightly over the bruises, and he shuttered.

“I’m fine,” he said.

I just shook my head and took a step back. He cocked his head, studying me with heat in his eyes. His gaze roved over me, and I let him look his fill. I wasn’t self-conscious anymore. Not around him. He knew every good and bad part of me and loved me, anyway. He always had.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, shaking his head. His eyes met mine as he dropped his hand to his belt. He undid it slowly, never breaking eye contact. It was so hot my brain short-circuited a bit as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes.

Then he was standing naked before me. My eyes trailed over him, landing on the brutal line across his left leg. It was looking better, but still surrounded by deep purple bruises.

“You’re still injured,” I said. “You should rest.”

“I don’t need to rest,” he argued.

I gave him a pointed look. “Go lie down on the bed.”

He smirked and walked over to the bed. He climbed on and lay down on his back, his head propped up in his arms. He turned and looked at me, his gaze heavy with lust.

“Any more instructions?”

I just shook my head and approached the bed. “You should rest,” I repeated.

“I need you,” he answered. “I need to feel you.”

I bit my lip but obliged. I couldn’t deny him what we both so clearly wanted. As long as we were careful with his leg.

“If it hurts, you tell me,” I said, giving him a hard look.

He smirked. “Yes, boss.”

I rolled my eyes but joined him on the bed. I draped myself across his body, avoiding touching his leg.

He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed and kissed, not caring how much time passed or how much we both ached for something more. I wanted to savor every moment with him.

“What do you want?” I asked, pulling away to catch my breath.

“No teasing,” he said.

I gave him another sinful kiss, then sat up and cradled his hips with my legs. He watched me through hooded eyes, his cheeks flush and his mouth swollen. Dark strands of hair fell across his forehead. The sight sent a rush of heat through me.

“Condom.” He said between kisses. “My bag.”

I climbed off the bed and grabbed one from his duffle. A minute later, I rolled it on and straddled his hips again. I sank down onto his hard length, gasping at the feel of him.

He tensed and gave a low groan. “God, you feel so good.”

He tried to move, but I put my hand on his chest. “I’ve got this,” I said, giving him a cheeky grin. “We wouldn’t want you straining your muscles.”

He just sighed and dragged his hands up my waist, cupping my hips in his firm grip. It took me a minute to find a rhythm, but once I did, waves of pleasure gathered in my core. Matt tipped his head back, his breaths coming in quick pants.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

I leaned forward slightly to change the angle, putting my hands on his chest to support my weight. “Oh my God,” I gasped as he hit a spot inside of me that made me see stars. “Oh my God.” I was rambling incoherently, but I couldn’t stop. Nothing had ever felt so good.

He lifted his good leg for leverage and thrust up into me, making us both groan. He did it again, and all I could do was brace myself against him as we moved together.

“Look at me,” he said.

Our gazes locked, and pleasure moved through me in ever-increasing waves. I was so close, and I could tell by his haggard breathing that he was too.

“God, I love you,” he said, his pace increasing. “So much.”

I moaned. “So much,” I agreed. I could barely get the words out.

“I’m close,” he panted, his grip on my hips tightening.

The husky edge to his voice as he thrusted into me had me tipping over the edge. I cried out as waves of pleasure rippled through me, stars dancing across my vision. Beneath me, Matt’s pace turned erratic, and I held onto him. Seconds later, he followed me over the edge, crying out as I slumped against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me and tucked his face into my neck, his breathing slowly mellowing out. We stayed that way for a long time, trying to catch our breath.

Eventually, I moved off him and curled up against his side. “How’s the leg?”

“The what?” he asked, looking slightly dazed. I smiled at the look and kissed him on the cheek. “I couldn’t even tell you where my leg is right now.”

I snorted and settled back against his chest. “I never want to stop doing this,” I said.

He laughed. “Fine by me, boss. Totally fine by me.”