Page 72 of Matteo

I take a deep breath and fight for control. “It feels like I’ve waited for you forever. All the twists and turns in my life were to get me to you. I want to go slow so I don’t overwhelm you. You get close, and I don’t recognize what you turn me into for you. The last thing I want in this world is to scare you or hurt you in any way. I never want to cause you pain or fear of me. Do you understand?”

Amy

This gorgeous man, how could he think I would fear him? Especially when he says such beautiful things. In his arms, with him all around me—I’m back where I belong.

Those bees are also back. Buzzing angrily beneath my skin, turning it hot, tight, and aching. They’re determined to break free to get to him. “Matteo, I don’t fear you. I never have. The only thing I’m afraid of is waking up and finding this is all a dream. Again.”

A large hand cradles my cheek, running his thumb over my lips. “I dreamed of you every night and woke up hard and aching for you.”

Finally, his lips brush against mine. Too light, it’s not enough. I open my mouth to him. He sweeps inside, at first delicate tasting, teasing, learning every inch of me. His kiss is the first sip of coffee made perfectly—sweet and bold and shooting straight into my bloodstream. It cuts me free of everything holding me down, sending me soaring off the edge of the world and plunging headlong into him. I want to slip from my skin into his, to crawl inside and get lost in him.

It doesn’t matter that my lungs are burning for air. When he lifts his mouth from mine, it feels like he’s tearing me in two.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He demands.

I don’t hesitate. “Always, I’ve always belonged to you.”

My reward is his touching deep into my soul and claiming me as his, the same way he gives himself up to me. He tastes of sunlight bright and bold, and every secret wish I ever had come true. All around us, the world is burning. I open my eyes to find it’s not the world burning—it’s only us. That heat sets us both on fire so that we can melt back together and become one.

Suddenly, we’re moving. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as he carries me down the hall to his room. Thank god.

I’m lying on his big bed. I want to cry when he steps back. Until he takes off his jacket and begins tugging down his tie.

I sit up and unzip my dress. Peeling it off, I find he’s torn off his own shirt. He’s only in a thin, plain white shirt clinging to his wide, muscled chest. Those muscles flex and move impressively as he breathes deep. Gold touches me everywhere.

For two seconds, I’m worried about what he thinks of my body. His jaw is tight as he squeezes his eyes shut. Suddenly, they’re open and find mine. If I weren’t already on my ass, my legs would give out from under me at the way melting gold turns my bones to dust.

“You are so beautiful. Every dream I had doesn’t compare with the real thing.” The words are a whisper. He shakes his head. “Every night and half a dozen times during the day, I was hard for you. I’ve jacked off more since I met you than I did the entire year before. In my mind, I’ve bent you over everything from the couch to the kitchen sink. You have no idea how many times I wished my dinner was your pussy. My cock ached as I imagined eating you until your pussy drenched the table beneath you.”

Sweet and so dirty, I blush at how wet his confession makes me. This stunningly gorgeous man wants me, not only dreamed of me, he touched himself to me. I undo my bra with pride.

Watching his throat work as his hands fist at his side pulls the words from me. “Don’t you want to touch—not just look?”

“Are you protected?” Is ground out of him.

I’m not sure why the question twists me up. I shake my head. The words aren’t planned, but I mean them. “No, I don’t need protection from you. I want all of you. I want your baby.”

The awe on his face fills me full of happiness. “You want my baby?”

“Please.”

He tears off his shirt and tosses it behind him as two steps bring him to the edge of the bed. “I’m never letting you go. Even if you beg.”

It’s a warning. That brings a smile to my face. “I don’t want you to. I want all of you forever.”

I give into need and lay my hand on his chest. The thick hair on his chest is softer than I thought it would be. Muscles ripple and strain beneath my touch. His skin is hot silk over what feels like corrugated metal.

“Forever is a long time, but not long enough when it comes to you.” A strong hand catches the back of my neck and brings my mouth to his.

CHAPTER 22

Amy

The hair I thought was soft sends a hiss out of me at the sensation of it tangling with my tender, aching nipples as he slides down my body. Hot, so hot. His tongue teases an already tight nipple, then blows my mind as he continues toying with it as he sucks deep. Oh god.

Stronger and stronger, he sucks before allowing my tortured flesh to fall from his mouth. I didn’t even realize I was lying on the bed until a knee is between my legs, opening me wide for him. His mouth is back, sucking deep, oh so deep.

Yes, more, please. Teeth graze my nipple and tug as he allows it to fall from his mouth.

---