Page 49 of Born a Queen

"May I?" he asked, a husky timber to his voice.

"Yes," she whispered, surprised he was bothering to ask. Mateo never asked for anything. Yet, this moment felt different. Separate from reality. They were just a man and a woman, experiencing an insane amount of chemistry.

He didn't waste any more time. He lowered his head to hers, curving his arm around her neck to hold her in place. Raina tilted her head back against his arm and waited for his lips touched hers. The kiss was beautiful, it was electric. It sent heat spiraling through her body, from her nipples to her pussy. Everything flooded with desire. And that from only the barest touch of his lips to hers. She wanted more.

She lifted her arms to wrap them around him, to pull him closer, to deepen the kiss, but he pushed her back, held her arms, his expression regretful. "Not yet," he said, almost to himself.

"When?" Raina demanded, then could've smacked herself. Seriously? When? She may as well get it over with and beg him for sex.

He chuckled. "Soon, mi amor. Trust me, I will not be able to wait much longer."

Raina didn't know why he was waiting at all, but she wasn't about to say anything that would make her sound even more desperate. She stepped away from him, murmured good night and reached for her door handle.

Before she could open it, his voice stopped her.

"Make sure that your scrapbooking project doesn’t get you into trouble," he growled, well aware of what she was up to.

Raina threw a grin over her shoulder, winked at him and slipped into her room, closing the door behind her.

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