Page 20 of Final Reckoning

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Determination

Despite the weatheroutside and the fact that we’re still naked, I’m not cold at all. Matteo gives off so much heat that all I have to do is stay close – which is no hardship.

The things he told me keep tumbling through my mind. The night I met him, I saw a man steeped in so much rage and pain that most people would crumble under the weight of it. Now I understand.

Not that I imagine I have him all figured out. Tip of the iceberg is more like it. Or maybe edge of the volcano.

I want to ask him more, to hear all his childhood stories, even the ones about Gavriella. Maybe especially those. But pushing too hard would backfire.

Why Matteo has suddenly opened up to me, after being so determined to keep distance between us, I’m not sure. Is it because we had sex?

Which, wow. Even more amazing than I expected. Still, I can’t assume this is anything more than sex, his sudden candor more than pillow talk. I’m not going to be naive.

A man like Matteo doesn’t fall in love because he fucks someone.

Me, on the other hand … I’m pretty much a goner. But even knowing I’m probably going to get my heart broken, I can’t be sorry for this time with Matteo.

“Hungry?” he says. He’s got his arm around me, his fingers toying idly with the ends of my hair. It’s surprisingly soothing.

“I’m okay.” I could stand to eat again, but I’m not wild about the idea of another protein bar.

He hands me a flannel shirt. “Put this on.”

“Why? I’m warm enough.”

“That’s gonna change before too long.” He’s rolled onto his side and is looking down at me, with a gleam in his eye that makes me pretty sure he’s thinking about sex … but how could that translate to me being cold?

“Suit yourself,” he says at my quizzical expression. “Just remember it’s there.” His mouth settles on mine, and I start to learn what happens when he’s not in a hurry.

One hand cups my breast, his thumb grazing my nipple. When I moan, he plucks at it, then pinches it. White-hot sensation streaks to my clit.

He makes a satisfied sound deep in his chest. And then his hands and his mouth explore every inch of me. Whenever I respond, he lingers, drawing out my pleasure.

Space becomes an issue. His big body has nowhere to go, so when he wants to get at my ass, my thighs, my pussy, he urges me up, toward the front of the SUV. When my torso is exposed to the cold, I grab the flannel shirt, thankful for his foresight.

“Turn around. On your knees, facing front.”

Damn. Why is it sexy for him to boss me around like this? I expect a round of doggie style and am more than happy to find out what that’s like.

Instead, his head appears between my thighs. He’s on his back, looking up at me with an almost smug expression, and it hits me why when he coaxes me down with his hands on my ass.

“Teo …” I’m still a little embarrassed by this. Then my pussy makes contact with his face, and I forget all about protesting.

By the time his mouth closes over my clit, I’m desperate. He’s sucking me so gently – too gently. I need more.

“Teo, please.” My hips start to flex, grinding me against him. His hands squeeze my ass, holding me against him while he torments me with endless pleasure. Sensation sears through me, spreading to my fingertips and toes before spiraling back to gather and tighten in my core.

“Teo!” He’s killing me. I’m so – close … then he uses his teeth and I shatter, crying out as wave after wave of ecstatic release pours over me.

He makes me come three times before he slides out from under me. “Stay right there,” he commands, and now he sounds smug. Well, I can’t blame him. I was pretty pleased with myself after my blowjob.

A moment later, he presses against my back,, bending over me, and the tip of his cock slides between my lips. I groan as he pushes into me, slowly, letting me feel every inch of him.

When he starts to move, it’s heaven. “Oh, fuck, Teo.” He rocks against me, his cock nudging some sensitive spot deep inside with every thrust. It feels so amazing I’m already close to coming again.

He sends me up, up and over, the climax rippling through me, then goes faster, and faster, until he’s fucking me hard, pounding that magic spot. I can’t stop coming. I’m clinging to the seat in front of me, shouting his name.

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