You’ll Understand When You’re Dead: Broken Heart Vampires Book 12
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He did, and she practically purred. “I like that.”
She slid off and leaned on her elbow, looking at him. Matt turned on his side, facing her, gently stroking her hip. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her since they’d started their lovemaking fest. He had to touch her. It was a Natalie Addiction.
Matt trailed a finger down her breast and encircled the hardening nipple. “I have strawberries and whip cream.”
Her gaze brightened and she licked her lips. “Really?”
Two hours and one bottle of whipped cream later, Matt kissed the last of the strawberry juice from Natalie’s lips.
“That was fantastic,” she said. “What can you do with a cantaloupe?”
He chuckled. “I’m game to find out. How do you feel about a long, hot, steamy bath with a naked man?”
“Hell, yes.”
He looked at her. A drop of red juice trailed down her neck, and he traced the wet line. A testament to her unfettered response to his lovemaking. He’d never felt so grateful before. He knew the gift Natalie had given him—even if she didn’t.
Her gaze softened and she planted a kiss in the center of his chest. “Now about that bath....”
Clean and dry, Natalie snuggled against Matt. He pulled her closer, murmured her name, and then slipped back into sleep. She pulled the comforter over his chest, though it was a shame to cover any part of Matt.
The digital clock on the nightstand blinked three a.m. Okay. She’d let him have a nap.
Matt stirred, opening his eyes. His body, on full alert, vibrated with intense pleasure. His fists clenched the sheets as he realized what had awakened him.
Natalie.
She kneeled between his legs, head bent, her wicked mouth caressing him. As her tongue tasted his arousal, he jerked against her lips.
“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom and he suddenly wished for light. He wanted to watch Natalie take him.
“No, just a wake up call.” Her deep, throaty laugh was the laugh of a vixen. Fierce, aching need ravaged his body. Impatient, he tugged Natalie forward.
She needed no other coaxing. Her slick, warm flesh accepted him one tortuous inch at a time. Matt grasped her hips and entered her fully, groaning at the tight, velvety clench. Her tentative movements almost destroyed his willpower. He allowed her full control, even as her hesitant tests of his flesh drove him wild. Matt cupped her breasts, urging her close so that he could sample the taunt peaks. She moaned, placing her hands against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin. Her pace increased and Matt suckled one nipple, teasing and pulling.
Natalie’s scent teased his nostrils, and her sounds of pleasure accented his own. He knew she was close, so close...he stilled her hips and flipped her over, withdrawing.
She cried out, her closed eyes flying open. “Matt!”
“Hang on, sweetheart,” he murmured. He clicked on the small lamp near the bed and looked at Natalie. Her gorgeous hair spread over the pillow and her shoulders. He stroked her temple, smiling at her half-lidded gaze begging for him to finish the act she’d started. Then he looked at her lips, swollen from her earlier loving of him.
Both temptress and innocent.
He felt an emotion so tender, its very softness sliced him to the core. She was his woman now, and his alone, and he would not waste one minute. He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. Raising above her, he watched her watch him. His emotions made him quake inside. He thought he’d known love before, but he hadn’t. He’d never felt this way before about another person in his life. Ever.
“What is it?” she asked, tasting his skin. The flick of her tongue against his nipple made him shudder. Damn, she felt good.
Matt nipped her shoulder. She bucked against him, but he pulled back. She stared at him, frustration and need evident in her dark gaze.
He looked at her body, his gaze devouring every perfect inch of her. He put his fingers against her neck, feathering her skin lightly. She trembled, and he knew she was experiencing the same ache claiming him. He stroked a slow line to her breast, encircled her nipple, and then touched her ribs, stomach, and hip. She moaned softly as his fingers trailed to her center. He hesitated and put his thumb against her core. Her gasp was sharp, insistent. She was wet, warm...ready.
She moved against his touch, and Matt thought about ending the whole game. He needed to feel her around him.
He couldn’t explain the jolt of electricity echoing through him. He pressed his palm against her mound, dipping a finger into her.
Matt groaned and covered her, allowing his erection to slide against the nest of curls hiding her sensitive flesh. She adjusted her position, and Matt felt her hands on his buttocks, urging him to enter.
Her gaze was liquid, hot.
The fire, the need, roared through him.
Natalie pulled him close, and he plowed into her with one swift stroke, his orgasm so close, he had to stop. Natalie didn’t, though, her hips rose and fell, taking him completely. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist as she pushed upward. A long, low moan escaped, then she pulsated around him, her woman’s rhythm shattering his tenuous control. Matt exploded, thrusting deeply, Natalie’s name escaping his lips as he tumbled over oblivion’s edge.
Near morning, they’d finally left the bedroom for the kitchen. “What is this?” Natalie asked as Matt put the loaded plate on the table.
Food hunger had temporarily overcome other appetites. Natalie looked at the microwave’s clock. Five a.m. Her time with Matt was ending too quickly.
“I need to go home,” she said. “Dawn will be here soon.”
“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll watch over you.”
Natalie inhaled, smelling the rich scents of eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits. She grinned at him. “This is your idea of breakfast?”
“It’s my Heart Attack on a Plate special. Dig in.” He poured coffee and gave her a wolfish grin. “You look too tempting in my shirt. I’m not done ravishing you.”
Her fork clattered to the table. “I’m finished. Besides those shorts have to go. I prefer you naked.”
“Thank God,” he murmured. Then he wagged his eyebrows. “You need food to keep up your energy level.”
“You mean you do. My energy level’s fine,” she said, but picked up the fork and began to eat. The food was wonderful, but more wonderful still was Matt’s preparation of it. It seemed like such a husbandly thing to do.
“I need to tell you something.”
Natalie put her fork down and folded her hands. She suspected Matt did not share much about his life with others. He looked like a vulnerable little boy, beseeching her forgiveness.
“You know I used to be a Vedere psychic. I was engaged to another Vedere, a woman named Vera.”
“Vera Vedere?”
He laughed. “No. Vera Williams.”
“The Vederes are close knit. Some factions are arrogant and feel superior. Vera came from one of those. She was power hungry. I didn’t know it at the time, but she’s willing to do anything to climb to the top of Vedere ruling council. Including marry a man she didn’t love.”
Natalie felt a rush of sympathy coupled with anger. How could anyone who knew Matt for two seconds not love him? “I’m sorry.” She reached across the table and squeezed his hand.
“I found her in bed with another councilman. And then I began to understand that was only the first of her betrayals. The Vederes are not to be trusted,” he said. “Taking myself out of their game put a dent into their political scrambles. I thought I loved Vera, but Natalie … what I felt for that woman isn’t even one-tenth of how I feel about you.”
“I love you, too.”
Matt gestured around them. “We can change anything in this house. We’ll redo it however you want. Or we can live in your house. Or we can buy a new one. Whatever you want, Natalie. Talk it over with Kimmie. This will affect her to. I just want you happy. I’ll do whateve
r it takes to make you happy.”
She loved that he thought about her daughter, taking her kid’s well-being into consideration. “You make me happy.” She went to him and sat on his lap.
His eyes darkened with desire. Matt trailed her ribcage slowly, settling against her hips. Warm strokes over her hips, down her thighs, then under the shirt, until his hands rested on her waist.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Matt’s fingers slipped downward and stilled. He broke the kiss, looking down at her in shock.
“I must have forgotten to put on panties.”
He swung her into his arms again and stalked out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she asked even as they entered the bedroom. Matt laid her on the unmade bed and crawled next to her.
His wicked grin sent hot sparks dancing through her.
Chapter Thirteen
“You may kiss the bride,” Frank a.k.a. Elvis intoned.
Matt lifted Natalie’s purple veil and kissed her soundly. Cheers, whistles and clapping erupted in the stone circle. The muggy heat of another Oklahoma night didn’t bother Natalie at all. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.
“You better,” he answered. “You’re mine forever.”
The Little People danced around. “Our god and goddess have mated,” they shouted. “Fertility is ours!”
They threw pebbles at the happy couple.
“Ow!” said Matt.
“Now, now,” said Hewie, wading through the paranormals that were knee-high to him. “That’s enough pelting.” He dotted his eyes with a handkerchief. “That was best Glimmerrod and Sparklenose ceremony, I’ve ever seen. Elvis was a nice touch.”
“Oh dear,” Bettie said, sobbing. “It was so beautiful when he sang ‘Love Me Tender’.”
Bettie hugged them both. Others came forward offering best wishes and congratulations and knowing grins. Matt accepted hugs and kisses, keeping his arm tight around Natalie.
Jessica and Eva bestowed kisses and whispered sex advice, and made Natalie laugh.
“Mom!”
Matt and Natalie turned and saw Kimmie, Hayden, Tilda and Jenny standing nearby.
Kimmie hugged Natalie, then Matt. Joyous tears glittered in her eyes. “You’re happy, Mom. I’m happy. We are so...”
“Happy,” Jenny said sardonically.
“Elvis has the Cadillac ready. Go start your honeymoon!”
Matt grabbed Natalie’s hand. “That’s best idea I’ve heard all day.”
Her brows rose. “Oh really?”
“Second best,” he amended quickly, then pulled her into his embrace and kissed her breathless.
“Wait,” Natalie said.
Matt raised a question brow. “For what?”
Natalie nodded to Kimmie, and her daughter carried over a perfectly, golden brown, deep-dish apple pie. Natalie grinned at the befuddled expression on Matt’s face. “I promised you pie.”
“You certainly did,” he said.
He kissed her hard with a fervor Natalie would definitely explore later. When he broke from the kiss, Natalie hadn’t realized Kimmie had moved in so close to them, and her elbow whacked her daughter’s arm, sending the pie catapulting into the air, before it finally landed in a heap next to a bunch of screaming and running little people.
“Oops,” said Natalie.
Matt leaned to her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’m still planning on pie later.”
She blushed, looked around, and once she satisfied herself that Kimmie hadn’t heard him, she said, “Deal. Let’s get while the gettin’s good.”
They left the church, trailed by well-wishers. Birdseed flew skyward, scattering across the ground and the Caddy. Matt tucked his bride inside, then rounded the trunk, getting into the other side.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” said Natalie. “Ready.”
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