Page 81 of Vows of a Mobster
Although we had a pleasant dinner together, it didn't erase the fact that I was staying here by force. Mateo made me feel at ease, and in the most contradicting way, he made me feel protected, which made me lax. I told them more than I should have. Spilling secrets to the mobster was dangerous and he was too smart. So was Antonio. I had to remind myself it was dangerous.
Talking about the past also brought back the pain and hurt. It wasn’t something I could share, not without a risk. It would be best if I kept my guard up around Mateo. Around him, I couldn’t see clearly and couldn’t think straight. I’d give him my body, but couldn’t afford to give him anything else. It could cost more than just one life. But for the first time in my life, I wanted to give more; I wanted to give in. He was dark and imposing. This damn need to lean on him was ridiculous and dangerous.
When this man touched me like he did, all my thoughts fled. I’d keep this relationship, or whatever it was, about this physical attraction. Nothing more!
“Let’s go to bed,” I whispered against his lips, my breathing heavy. Twenty-four hours… it was all that it took for my world to turn upside down. One smile from Mateo, and I swooned. One dance, I was turned on. One kiss, and I was a goner.
I squealed as he scooped me up into his arms, surprising me. He was strong, there was no question about it. Marcus complained about our age difference but there was such a fierce strength about Mateo, it was dangerously comforting.
He strode through his house carrying me in his arms, my hands wrapped around the nape of his neck. His breathing never labored, as if I weighed nothing although he had extra hundred and twenty pounds in his arms. I pressed my lips on his neck, inhaling deeply, memorizing his cologne and the distinct smell of him. The past hurts and ghosts a distant memory in his arms.
“I like your smell,” I murmured, showering his neck with kisses. My fingers untied his tie, throwing it carelessly onto the floor. Then started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, my lips following the trail down his tanned skin.
The moment we were in his bedroom and he shut the door, my back slammed against the wall, his mouth hungry on mine while his hands fisted in my hair, keeping me close to him. Our bodies flushed against each other, but it was still not enough. I needed more. His mouth trailed kisses down my neck, the scruff of his beard scraped my skin. His teeth nipped at my sensitive skin over the collarbone before his tongue flicked over it.
His hands gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift move. My pants followed.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, his mouth greedy on my skin. My arms still around his neck, I immediately obeyed and his hands cupped my ass. A hiss left my lips when I felt him bite at my neck, immediately followed by his sucking at the skin to ease the sting.
His shaft was hard against me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him between my legs; I needed him inside me.
“You were born for me.” His voice was raspy and he raked his teeth over my bottom lip. “You are mine.” His voice dripped with need I felt.
The desire in his eyes burned with intensity. His hungry gaze slid over my body, like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“Yours,” I barely got the words out but I meant them at this very second. My body and soul woke up the moment I met him. I wanted nothing more than to belong to him and for him to belong to me.
Our kissing was frantic as he moved us towards the bed. Once there, he sat me down and I reached for the remaining buttons on his white shirt. Impatient, I ripped the shirt, buttons flying all around us. Next, his pants, socks, and shoes were gone, all the while his mouth was hungry on me.
He kissed me with dominance and urgency, consuming each part of me. His strong body pressed me into the mattress as his hands got rid of my bra and shoved down my panties. This strong man sent thrills of desire burning through my body with every look, every touch. His lips moved down my body, his mouth closing around my nipple. I gasped at the pleasure, my hands flying up to clutch at his head.
He bit gently and I felt an intense pulsing ache between my legs. I felt his finger inside me, pumping in and out of me, the sensation overwhelming all my senses.
“Mateo,” I sucked in a breath. “I need you inside me.”
He parted my legs and knelt between them. I felt his hot cock at my entrance and I gasped with need. My body begged for all of him.
“Please,” I panted. He started to enter me when through the haze in my brain I remembered the condom. I stiffened.
“What’s the matter?” he grunted, sensing my emotions.
“Condom.” I could barely think straight. I couldn’t believe he made me lose my head so bad, I almost forgot again.
“You sure?” he gritted, pulling out.
I had condoms in my purse this morning. I reached for the nightstand, where I shoved them earlier. I knew we’d end up here. At least this was one sensible thing I did today.
Once I had it, I ripped the package and reached between our bodies.
“I feel like a teenager again,” he muttered, chuckling softly.
I pressed a soft kiss on his chin. Warmth spread inside my chest for this man. It was alarming but unstoppable, like a hurricane that sweeps through the oceans.
Our eyes locked as I rolled the protection over his erection. His gaze burned for me, reflecting what I felt. I poised his cock at my entrance and he pushed deep inside me in one swift move, filling me completely.
I grabbed his firm ass, my fingers digging into his hard muscles. He slammed harder into me, and I lifted my hips meeting each one of his thrusts. My pussy clenched around him, hungry for more. Mateo’s hands gripped my hips in a possessive hold, jerking me faster against him.
The hum of pleasure burned through my veins, all my senses overwhelmed by the satisfaction only he could give me. His thrusts became faster and harder. He gripped my leg, pushed it up, and drove deeper into me. I moaned, chasing the climax he was promising with each touch and each thrust.
