Hellcat

Chapter 76

I laid curled into Matt's side, head on his uninjured shoulder, and our legs still tangled together underneath the sheets. My fingers were drawing light circles on his chest, careful not to touch any new bruises or cuts. His fingers were grazing over my ribs, occasionally brushing over the bandage just further towards my stomach. A lazy smile played over my lips as I kept drawing those little patterns into his skin.

"I love you," I whispered, teeth catching the corner of my lower lip. Matt's body shook with the low rumble of his chuckle. "I'll never get tired of hearing that," he murmured. I could hear the smile in his voice and it only made my own grin grow. Lifting my gaze to meet his, I couldn't help but repeat myself. "I love you."

Matt's lazy smile grew into a full-blown grin as I stretched myself up to meet his lips. He kissed me slow and easy, smiling against my lips. Pulling back, I settled myself against his side once more, letting my eyes drift closed.

"I can't believe we just did that," he spoke suddenly, the humor in his voice catching my attention. "What?" I asked, shifting so that I was no longer at his side, but leaning over him, chests pressed together. Both of his hands came over, tracing lines along my spine. A shiver ran through me as I bit my lip. Casting him a mischievous gaze, I leaned in closer.

"Was it the act?" I asked lowly, placing a quick kiss to his lips. "Or the venue?" I kissed him quickly again, his lips chasing mine this time. But I brought my hand up, one finger against his chin to keep him back. Matt just let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at my antics. "The venue, for sure," he responded, letting the fingers of one hand trace my spine again while the others gripped at my hip. "Why?" I asked teasingly. "Think God will be mad that I deflowered one of His favorite sons in a house of worship... again?"

Matt scoffed, letting out a small chuckle. "Firstly," he started slowly. I barely had time to register that his hands were bracing me against him before he flipped us, the mattress pressing into my back. "I'm pretty sure we deflowered each other the first time," he continued, ducking his head down so his lips brushed against mine in a truly evil way of teasing.

"Secondly, I'm not one of His favorite sons," he added, brushing his lips against mine again. I rolled my eyes at his statement. "Okay, maybe not anymore. But the first time, you were still an altar boy," I reminded him gently. He dug the fingers of his free hand into my hip, pulled me up against him. My breathing hitched, and from the satisfied smirk that spread over his lips, he had heard my heart skip a beat. Okay, he made a good point. He may have been an altar boy, but he certainly didn't act like it.

"And lastly," he continued as if I hadn't really spoken. "There aren't any doors down here. We could easily get caught," he reminded me. I shook my head at his words, a tiny giggle escaping me. "It's past midnight. I'm pretty sure no one will be in the chapel for another few hours, at least." He took that like I had made a bet with him, tilting his head so he could listen for anything above us. His smirk grew into a wicked grin as he turned his attention back onto me. "Good. Wouldn't want Sister Dora catching us again."

Ducking his head, his lips brushed feather light against my throat. My heartbeat jumped, and by the way he smiled against my skin, he had felt it. Bringing my leg up, I hooked it against his hip. As the kisses he placed on my throat grew hungrier, his fingers slid down my thigh, brushing over the bandage. I had fully expected him to hook his fingers behind my knee, pulling me closer to him, but he froze instead.

His lips stilled against my neck as his fingers brushed over the bandage, feeling the cut beneath it no doubt. "You're bleeding," he muttered, concern mingling with the roughness of his sex voice. Eyebrows knitting in confusion, I shifted to try and see around him. Instead, he moved himself off of me, sitting up on the edge of the mattress.