Page 16 of Final Reckoning

I flinch. “What?”

“Get in and shut the door behind you.”

I have no good reason to refuse, so I do as he says, but sit cross-legged on the mat. Lying down beside him feels too intimate.

We each eat a protein bar, washing them down with bottled water. When we’re done, the silence between us quickly turns uncomfortable, or so it feels to me. “Do you have any games?” I ask. “Or playing cards?”

Matteo looks suspiciously like he’s trying not to laugh. “Didn’t think to pack any, sorry. Wasn’t expecting to have company.”

Damn. He’s lying there, with silver threaded through his dark hair and crinkles at the corners of his eyes, looking exactly like the sexy, experienced older man he is. And here I sit feeling like a kid.

I look away and hitch up one shoulder. “Just a thought.”

“I had a different thought.”

Did his voice just get deeper? Richer. Warmer. Even more panty-melting. I have to clear my throat before I can answer. “What?”

“I was thinking you could sit on my face.”

My eyes get round. I gape at him, speechless, my brain completely shorted out. This goes on for too long, evidently, because Matteo gets tired of waiting and takes over.

“C’mere.” Grabbing hold of the front of my shirt, he tugs me down next to him, then rolls toward me, onto his uninjured side. The next moment, his mouth fuses itself to mine.

This kiss is nothing like the one at Kosta’s house. It’s slow and deep and thorough, and in no time it leaves me drenched. As if he knows it, Matteo unzips my jeans, then slips his hand inside my panties and cups me.

When his fingers part my slick folds, the same animal sound comes from both our throats. He deepens the kiss, one finger stroking in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit. My hips match his rhythm, rising to meet his hand, inviting him in, asking for more.

Pleasure, deep and dark, as soft as a feather and as sharp as a knife’s edge, builds inside me, coiling and twisting and tightening until my body’s as taut as a bowstring ready to release. I moan into his mouth and he nips my lower lip, then sucks at the tiny hurt.

I’m so close, my body desperate for release in a way it’s never been. His thumb presses, rolls, and presses again, and a million shooting stars burst from my clit, my body convulsing, my toes curling, my hips bucking as I clamp around his finger.

Matteo lifts his thumb, then flicks it over my clit, triggering another climax. When it finally subsides, he does it again. And again.

Through all this he’s still kissing me, hungry, insistent. When he finally lifts his head, I’m drunk on him, my lips bruised and swollen, my blood thick as honey. His pupils are huge.

“Are you on the pill?”

My pulse, already rapid, goes into overdrive. Holy shit, we’re really doing this. “Yeah,” I manage to say, and I don’t even recognize my own voice. “But I don’t have them with me.”

“I can pull out, but it’s risky.” A slow smile curves his mouth. “Or you could just sit on my face.”

Matteo smiling is a revelation. My heart leaps in my chest, twisting into an unfamiliar shape. “Shut up,” I say, and we both know, from the soft, husky way it comes out, that it’s not what I mean at all.

“Get your clothes off.” It’s a sensual command that vibrates through me, all the way down to my cells. “I’ll keep you warm.”

He scoots aside while I obey, not even pretending not to watch me, his eyes devouring me the same way his mouth did. By the time I’m naked, the flesh between my legs is throbbing.

As soon as I lie back down, he moves over me, balancing on his good arm. Taking himself in hand, he rubs the tip of his cock over my clit and down between my folds, coating himself in my wetness, then back to my swollen nub.

Sensation sparks from my clit to my nipples and back again, flooding my pussy. My eyes roll back in my head. “Matteo,” I moan, and he seats himself at my opening and begins to claim me.

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