Page 14 of Final Reckoning

“I can’t get the clothes down any farther,” he says in that same rough, peculiar voice. “You’ll have to do it.”

Heaven help me. “Okay … um …” There’s nothing for it. I can’t get his clothes off his leg without exposing the rest of him too.

This is definitely not the time to tell Matteo I’ve never seen a naked man before.

I can do this. I’m a grown woman. Of course, if it were anyone but Matteo, I’d be keeping my distance and telling him sorry, figure it out, I can’t help you.

Setting down the baby wipes, I move in front of him and hook my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, the outer part of each hand closing over the top of his jeans. Just before I yank them down, his hand wraps around my wrist.

The contact sends an electric shock through me. My nipples go hard and I can’t hold back a tiny gasp.

“Out.” He sounds half strangled.

“What?”

“Pull out before you pull down.”

“Oh. Okay.” Embarrassed that I’ve already given away my inexperience, I follow his instructions.

And holy crap. Because as soon as his briefs are out of the way, he springs free. I freeze, staring at the cock that’s rising before me, swelling, pulsing with every beat of his heart. The cold doesn’t seem to affect him – or it – at all.

The first thing I think is, He’s beautiful. And the next is, I can’t have sex with him. That will never fit.

Not content to stop there, my brain goes on issuing random musings about Matteo’s cock. He can’t go around hard all the time. I may not be experienced, but I know that much. Is this … because of me?

It makes me lightheaded. Could he really respond to me that way?

No. He’s one of those men with a powerful sex drive, and any woman would have this effect on him if she was touching him, undressing him. It’s silly to think I’m anyone special.

He hasn’t said a word. He’s just standing there, watching me watch his cock. When I’m supposed to be helping him. Jeez, Quinn.

Heat rushes to my face. I work his pants and briefs down his legs, but his boots are in the way. I help him with those, then get his clothing all the way off.

Now he’s totally naked and I’m kneeling at his feet. I fold up his pants and tuck his socks into his boots, as if they didn’t need to be either laundered or thrown away. It buys me a few seconds.

Finally, I stand up and go for the baby wipes again, not meeting his eyes. But when I turn around with a wipe in my hand, he doesn’t let me go on cleaning away the blood.

He takes the wipe away. Then he guides my hand to his cock and gently wraps it around his girth.

“Ohh, fuck,” I whisper. His cock is so warm and hard, the skin over it so soft and silky. I can’t contain him, not entirely, but I’m too fascinated to freak out.

My hand glides up and down his length. He wraps his hand around mine again and tightens my grip a little. White liquid gathers in his slit; at the sight, saliva pools in my mouth.

This is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever done. My panties are soaked. Impulse takes over and I sink to my knees again, intent on tasting him.

I’m afraid he’ll stop me, but he doesn’t. Exploring, I start to kiss and lick him. I lap up the liquid and he growls, but I somehow understand it’s a sound of approval, one I feel down deep in my pussy. The only thing he says, as I start to take him in my mouth, is “No teeth.”

Only later will it register on me how soft his voice is. How gently he nudges my free hand off of his thigh to cup his balls. I’m lost in discovery, in the heady pleasure of worshiping his cock.

I suck him like it’s my last day on earth, eyes closed, my head bobbing awkwardly, with no idea what I’m doing but it doesn’t matter, this is heavenly.

Then he tries to stop me, and instinct takes over again. Instead of releasing him, I suck harder. He tries to pull free and I let him feel my teeth, just a little.

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