Page 57 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

Matt stared at her. His gaze took in every single detail of her delectable body as she rolled into the space he’d just vacated. She moaned and sunk her face further into his pillow, her tiny snores even more muted now.

His wife.

He sauntered to the edge of the bed, wanting to run his fingers over her smooth dark skin but denying himself the pleasure. She needed her rest. He traced his lips with the tip of his tongue, revelling in the taste of her that still lingered there. Her scent clung to him, urging him to lay down beside her so he could immerse himself in its fragrance right from the source. The glint of sunlight playing over his hand brought the wedding band to his attention and he held his left hand up. Such a small thing, this ring, yet it meant so much to them both.

His wife.

His fingers were now aching to touch her, begging to be released from their prison and allowed free roam across her sleeping form, but he resisted. Instead he quietly pulled a chair up and took a seat, content to let his gaze caress the sensuous lines of her body. Even asshe slept, a sense of grace hovered around her. An arm flung there, a twist of her delicate shoulder, a sweeping movement of shapely legs.

Matt smiled to himself, even in sleep she danced.

His beautiful ballerina. His poppet. His wife.

Things had progressed even faster than he hoped. In under a year they had met, fallen in love and were now married. Of course, he never doubted they would reach this stage once he’d made his mind up, he always got what he wanted. And God save him, but he wanted her more than anything. Now she belonged to him. Matt’s thoughts wandered to the dinner with his family. Shocked was not a strong enough word to describe their reactions when he broke the news Madi was now his wife. The twins were ecstatic, teasingly bestowing on her the title of Aunt while promising to come over for girls’ night once they’d returned from their planned ski trip. Matt remained undecided about that, for as much as he loved his nieces, they were hard work. Adam had choked on his glass of wine, spluttering out his congratulations while trying to mask his disbelief behind a wide smile. Hannah and Stuart had immediately begun to extol the benefits of marriage, their words had an empty ring in Matt’s ears. Grumps, the old coot, had peered at them both and asked if Madi was pregnant. She hadn’t appreciated the question, stating that children were not on the cards. Her negative response regarding children had caused a smidgen of worry for Matt but he would talk to her about the issue at a later date. And his parents had said nothing. Matt hadn’t cared for their disapproving silence, but they were entitled to their opinions, as long as they did not voice them in the presence of his wife.

His wife. She was now his wife. Before he could stop himself, he brushed his fingertips over her shoulder, and once he touched her it was impossible to stop. Matt crawled into bed alongside her. His body instantly responded when she turned on her back, giving him an uninterrupted view of her naked splendour. He should let her sleep. After his family had left, later than Matt expected, they packed for their honeymoon and Matt had been forced to spend a few hours in his office downstairs. When he exited the room, intent on taking his new wife to bed, George had informed him Madi had left. Seeing as Dante was out of the country, she needed to leave the keys for thestudio with Gerrard in case of an emergency. It was in the small hours of the morning she returned, smiling sweetly and smothering him with kisses, right before she fell asleep curled up in his arms. He felt somewhat cheated.

Of course, once they’d boarded his yacht yesterday they immediately made up for lost time, locking themselves in the opulent main bedroom with one thing on their minds.

Matt traced a finger down her nose, gently outlining the fullness of her lips before stroking her chin. His hand ventured lower. Then his mouth had to partake in the pleasure of touching her. Butterfly kisses along her jaw, trailing over her neck, her shoulders, while his hand continued its lazy journey down her body.

“Mmm,” she murmured softly.

Matt smiled against her collar bone. He kissed the rise of her left breast as his fingers skimmed the top of her right thigh. Lightly rubbing her satiny skin he circled her nipple with his tongue and she moaned in her sleep again. Taking that as a sign, he flicked her peaked flesh, once, twice, before closing his mouth over the hardened bud and sucking gently. His fingers moved from the top of her thigh, slipping between her slightly parted legs. The moist heat of her flesh caused a groan to rumble in his throat as he took more of her breast in his mouth.

“Matt,” she called drowsily, hand rising up to caress the back of his neck before sliding into his hair. “Mm - what time is it, hon?”

He sucked her breast with more fervour while rubbing his fingers over, up, around, easing them into the slick entrance of her body.

“Insatiable,” she groaned, arching her back in pleasure. “I’m married to a sex fiend.”

Matt settled himself between her slender legs, switching his attention to her other neglected breast while his fingers kept up their sensual assault on her tender flesh.

“Is it morning or afternoon?” she asked, raising her head to peer down at him. Her other hand brushed across his shoulder, then her grip tightened as she gasped out loud when he pinched the throbbing bud of nerves between her legs.

Matt released her nipple from his mouth, grinning widely at her as he ignored her questions and asked one of his own. “Shall I onceagain relinquish control to you?”

She returned his grin with a sleepy one of her own, but her brown eyes were taking on a decidedly steamy glint. “Yes.”

Matt flipped them over so she sat astride him. “I thoroughly enjoy your dominance,” he teased, gaze lingering on her breasts. He raised up to latch his mouth on her pebbled nipple but she jerked away and grabbed his hands.

“Keep them here,” she ordered, placing them above his head. Her voice was still husky with sleep and he found the sound of it alluring. “And if you try to take over like before, I’ll bite you. Again.”

Matt chuckled low in his throat, glancing at the bite mark on his arm. She had been voracious last night, driving him to the brink of insanity with her touch.

“Very well, poppet, but I’m not promising anything.” he warned. Then he inhaled sharply as she wrapped one hand around his hardness, applying slight pressure while stroking up and down. She scooted downwards, smiling impishly at him.

“Remember in the beginning when I wasn’t very good at this?” she asked, licking her lips while he lifted his hips upwards, enjoying the feel of her hand around him. “You were so patient with me.”

The warm rush of air from her lips as she spoke had him jerking in her hand and the smile she gave him, that smile of hers would be his undoing.

“So very patient,” she murmured, her tongue skirted around the tip of his erection.

“Don’t tease.” Matt said through clenched teeth and he was gifted with another one of her seductive smiles.

She lowered her mouth over him and he let out a low hiss as she enveloped his hardness in the moist heat of her mouth. Soon enough she had found a dreamy rhythm that elicited deep groans from him, a rhythm that had him swearing out loud in an attempt to hold off on his climax. But she was making it so damned hard…mmm.

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