Kissing the Dr (Healing Love)

I opened my mouth to ask why she didn’t tell me, but the angel on my shoulder smacked two small hands over my mouth to give me a moment to think about my words. “That’s great. What else do you remember?”

“I remember us christening this stainless steel table when I first bought it. I also remember getting frisky in the walk in fridge.”

“Burned into my memory forever,” I growled. As much as I wanted to strip her down and make love to her right here in the kitchen, it wasn’t time. “What’s with the big ass cupcakes?”

She laughed. “I figured after everything we’ve all been through, maybe it would be nice for the birthday boy or girl to have a big cupcake to blow out the candle, and a cake or cupcakes for the well-wishers. It’s a win-win for everyone.

“Sounds smart. And way less germ-y.”

Megan’s head fell back and she laughed. “Is that the exact medical terminology?”

“Damn right it is.”

Her lips twitched and she nodded slowly before tapping the side of her head with her index finger. “I’ll have to remember that.”

I missed this part of our relationship, bantering with one another. We used to razz each other all the time, and somewhere along the way we lost that. At some point we’d become a boring old couple, and I was happy those days seemed to be behind us. “Love you Megs.”

Pink lips pulled into a satisfied, affectionate grin and she pushed her soft body against mine, and kissed me. She purred and deepened the kiss, but I noticed that once again, she didn’t say she loved me back.

In time, I reminded myself and simply enjoyed making out with my wife.

Megan

When my eyes opened the next morning, I was already smiling, and warm, muscular arms were wrapped tightly around me.

Casey.

Last night had been amazing. It was incredible. One kiss had turned into an entire night of making love. Blissful, beautiful, erotic lovemaking. I didn’t know it could be like that. Well I wasn’t sure if I knew that or not, but it felt new and different. It felt like a revelation, like the dam had opened and all kinds of emotions and lust and fire had rushed out.

Sun seeped into the bedroom as my back arched to stretch my overworked muscles. I couldn’t stop smiling. Casey still slept peacefully, and I watched him with a smile on my face. A little creepy, sure, but he was just so handsome. So larger than life. I couldn’t look away. Instead, I took in every detail of his handsome face. Thick brown hair that was deliciously mussed from my fingers spearing through them as he tasted me, my hands tugging on it as he plunged into me over and over. A quick shiver of remembrance stole through me, but still, I didn’t look away.

His blue eyes were hidden, but lush brown lashes fanned across his cheeks, showcasing his sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw. But his best feature, well my favorite feature, was his plump pink lips. They were just so damn kissable that I couldn’t resist and early morning taste, so I didn’t. He was my man, my husband, and I could kiss him if I wanted to.

And I really wanted to. A lot.

His lips were soft, and even in sleep, pliable. My mouth was on his and moments later, his mouth opened to my tongue and his hands tightened around me, pulling me until I was on top of him, smiling down at him. “Good morning.”

Casey smiled up at me. “Better now. Morning, babe.”

Oh my god, this man! His words sent even more heat through my body and I smiled even wider. He was hard between my thighs and I my hips moved on their own, rocking back and forth along the long, hard ridge of him. “Very good morning,” I growled and continued to rock.

“You didn’t get enough last night?” One brow quirked up into an amused, questioning expression.

I stared into his blue eyes and shook my head. “I’m not sure enough is a thing where you’re concerned.” It was the god’s honest truth. We fought, a lot it seemed to me, but here, like this, naked and aroused, things were perfect. I wanted him. Hell, I craved him like he was my favorite treat.

“Megs,” he growled and gripped my hips tight. “You’re drenched.”

“And it’s all for you, Case.” Feeling bold and outrageously turned on, I gripped his cock in my hand and lowered myself until he was so deep he might have burrowed into my soul. “Oh, shit. Casey.” My head fell back and my eyes closed even though all I wanted was to stare deep into his eyes, to see every flicker of satisfaction as I slid up and down his length.

He held me possessively, thrusting up each time I slammed down on him. We moved together until we were both covered in sweat, bodies slick and smacking together as our early morning passion grew.