Page 80 of Matteo

I watch with greedy eyes as he gets undressed and then very slowly gets dressed again. “Behave. I only have one change of clothes.”

Catching him by his shirt, I bring his mouth to mine. “Spoilsport.”

He chuckles and spanks my ass. “Tonight.”

It’s a promise. I can’t wait.

Amy

I’m so freaking lucky. I sigh as I release the water from the bathtub. Matteo sent me in to take a nap almost an hour ago while he fed Layla and got her down for her nap.

This morning she woke me up too freaking early for a Saturday. I’d dressed her and fed us breakfast before he woke up. He was embarrassed, but I didn’t mind. I liked letting him sleep as late as he needed. That didn’t mean it was all right with Matteo. As far as he was concerned, he failed if I was the one to take care of him.

I hop in the shower to rinse off, then wrap myself in a robe.

Out of the bathroom, I find him on top of our bed. I smile wide to find him there. He shakes his head and laughs. “I’m so freaking lucky to have you.”

I climb onto the bed beside him. “I was just thinking exactly the same.”

A hand runs down from the neckline of the robe before spreading it wide as he cups a breast. “I should be letting you take your nap.”

Lowing my lips to his, I shake my head. “I don’t want you to.”

“Hmm, if you say so.” He reminds me of a lazy lion with the way muscle and sinew flex beneath the black t-shirt. “I’m not going to be able to deny you a single thing.”

“In that case…” Those eyes of his widen with curiosity. I run a hand over his hard chest, dying to find out if the skin there tastes the same as the skin of his neck. “I want to learn your body the way you have mine.”

His eyes go heavenward. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?”

“Please, Matteo, you just said you couldn’t deny me anything.”

I blink, and I’m on my back beneath him. How the hell does he do that? And will it ever not be hot?

Oh, his cock is pressing into my soft stomach. “I think about you and find it hard not to come. I’m not going to be able to lay here with your hands running over me and not embarrass myself.”

Matteo makes me downright smug. This gorgeous, sexy man could barely contain himself over my body. “I never get to touch you?”

“Never is a long time.” A shoulder comes up in a shrug. “Maybe after four kids and twenty years, I’ll be able to last long enough for you to get your fill.”

I’m laughing exactly the way he intended. A finger slides my hair away from my face. “Please let me taste your body with my tongue.”

He bites off a curse before flopping down on the bed beside me. “Fine. But I warned you.”

Hmm, now that I’ve gotten my way, I’m not exactly sure how to go about it. Seeing my hesitation, he sits up and takes off his shirt before lying back down. Oh, damn. I’m no better than a man. Because holy hell, is he stunning, and I’m drooling. I’ll be more than happy when he grows a spare tire, but for now, the man is perfection on a scale I was not prepared for.

“I might come from the way you’re looking at me.” The words are a croak of sound.

“You’re so very lickable,” I mutter.

While the hair over his chest is thick, I can still see an old gothic-style castle tattoo over his heart. I trace the edges of the tattoo with a finger. His muscles flex and jump beneath my touch. I flick my eyes up to find his tightly closed.

Wow, his stomach muscles flex in time with his clenching jaw. The hair over his stomach is thinner. Intrigued, I run my fingers down over his muscles. I’m fascinated with his body because I swear it feels like beneath his skin is corrugated metal—not muscle and sinew. Every inch of him I touch shudders beneath my fingertips.

I barely manage to brush against the waistband of his sweats.

“I’ll come in your hand.” It’s a warning gritted out between his clenched jaw.

Smug, I shake my head. “I have complete faith in your strength of will.”

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