Page 21 of Ink

My voice was soft, but my one-word reply was enough for Matteo to pick me up and toss me on the mattress. I bounced a couple of times before he dropped next to me, his boots somehow off already. While he tugged my shoes from my feet, I dragged his leather vest down his broad shoulders.

The next few minutes were a flurry of kisses, touches, and tossed clothing. In barely any time at all, I was only in my bra and panties while Matteo was down to his boxer briefs, with his impressive bulge straining against them.

I’d never been naked—or even close to it—in front of a guy, let alone in bed with one before like this. But I didn’t feel as self-conscious as I would’ve expected, not even when he was all lean muscle while I was extra curvy. I was too turned on to worry, as though the past twenty-four hours with Matteo had all been foreplay.

He undid the clasp on the back of my bra and slid the straps down my arms. My nipples pebbled under his stare. “Così bella.”

I didn’t speak Italian, but I knew enough to understand that he was saying something about me being beautiful. Reaching out to trace some of the black ink on his chest, I murmured, “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

“You like my tats?” he asked as he cupped the lush swell of my breasts.

I stroked the star on his right shoulder. “What’s not to like? They’re fantastic.”

“Then you’re gonna love when I do yours.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me shudder. “I drew most of mine.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with for me, but…” I let my words trail off as I squirmed.

“But you need something else from me right now?” he finished for me.

“Uh-huh,” I breathed.

“And I’m gonna give it to you.”

My inner walls clenched at the desire shining from his blue orbs, but then I froze up when I realized I needed to confess something to him before we went any further. “Um…I should…um…probably let you know that I’ve never done this before.”

He froze, but the heat in his gaze intensified instead of disappearing. “You tellin’ me that you’re a virgin?”

“In every way.” I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. “That kiss you gave me was the first real one I ever had.”

“I hope you weren’t expecting that to put me off because it only makes me want you more,” he growled. “But I’ll be as gentle as I can be, Annika.”

“Don’t hold back too much.” I twined my arms around his neck. “I want you just the way you are.”

“Thank fuck. ’Cause you’re about to get all of me. Every single inch of my rock-hard cock is gonna be buried in your sweet pussy. Soon.”

He didn’t make me wait long to follow through on that promise. He laid me out on the center of the mattress before straddling my thighs. Then he cupped my breasts. “Your curves are even more mouthwatering than I thought they’d be. Which is saying a fuck of a lot because I knew they’d be fantastic.”

Any lingering trace of doubt over my weight was wiped away from the pure masculine appreciation in his gaze. There was no missing that Matteo liked what he saw. A lot.

He kept his gaze locked on mine as he bent down to suck on my nipple. With each tug of his mouth, it felt as though a string was tied between my pebbled peak and my core. I arched my back to press my breast more deeply against his lips, and his deep chuckle blew against my sensitive skin as he shifted to the other side to pay it the same attention.

Once he had me writhing in need, he slid my panties down my legs. Then he spread my thighs wider to kneel between them. “Your curves are gonna be the death of me. So damn perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Any man who doesn’t is a damn fool,” he growled, licking his lips as he stared between my legs. “Your pussy is even better.”

He traced a thick finger around my lower lips before dipping the tip between them.

“Wow,” I breathed, moving my legs to give him better access.

“Feel good?”

I pressed the back of my head against the pillow beneath it and gasped, “Uh-huh.”

“It’s about to get a fuck of a lot better.”

He circled my clit, then moved lower to slowly push the tip into my channel, slowly working it inside me inch by inch. I was wet enough that it wasn’t long before he was able to pump his finger in and out of me.

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