Page 94 of Deep In Love
Truthfully, it was freeing, like one of the barriers holding me back crashed down.
“Seducing you,” I respond, trailing my hands up his torso as I straddle him. My hip joint pops, the sound echoing, but Mateo’s laugh—deep, throaty, and doing wicked things to my vagina—drowns it out.
His hands fall on the globes of my ass, pulling me down and onto his erection.
I can’t stop the shuddered breath that escapes at the feel of him.
“What’s the date?” Mateo asks, mid-kiss.
Who the fuck cares what day it is? He needs to take his pants off.
“Why?”
“You’re ovulating.”
I try to scramble off his lap, but he holds me firmly in place with one hand.
“How on earth do you know that?”
He scrubs at the back of his neck, his cheeks deepening to mirror a bloody-belly comb jelly.
“Cariño.”
His head snaps up at the nickname. “Well…” He gulps. “I didn’t figure it out on purpose.”
“I would hope not,” I mutter.
“But I started to notice you would make this odd groaning sound. It’s not like your normal groaning, but more…caveman-like.” He mimics the sound, which is awful yet accurate. My period cramps are horrible, even with pain medication. “I connected the dots after a few months.”
“And you uncovered when I’m ovulating…”
“Your cycle is very regular. Twenty-eight days. Like clockwork. I can do the math.” I’m staring at him like a gaping fish. His face blanches. “I just inadvertently admitted something incredibly creepy.”
“Socreepy,” I confirm, kissing him again.
I should be more bothered by his mapping of my menstrual cycle, but he’s hard beneath me, and it’s difficult to think about anything buthim.
“You’re obsessed with me,” I tease, grinding my hipsagainst him.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.” The conviction in the single word nearly topples me. But he doesn’t stop. “Maybe it’s creepy, but I haven’t been able to keep you out of my thoughts.”
He has no idea how obsessive I was with him. Well, with crushing him. But it was still incredibly concerning how much space he consumed in my mind.
“I’m going to ignore the fact you’ve memorized my menstrual cycle and, instead, focus onthis.”
I grab his cock over his trousers, and he twitches beneath my palm. I squeeze and he groans. It’s a desperate, raw sound.
“You’re playing with fire,” he grits out. “Can you handle the consequences?”
Leaning down, I steal another kiss, reveling in the scrape of his scruff against my cheeks. His question opens a door in my mind I’ve firmly kept shut. Sex has always been a means to an end for me. A way to scratch an itch and move on. It’s not the same with Mateo. With him, I want toexplore—to try all the things I’ve wanted to but never trusted anyone enough.
Mateo uses my silence as his opportunity to rebalance the scales, and he flips me over, pinning my hands over my head. I buck my hips, but he presses his knee between my thighs, keeping me pinned to the bed.
My heart pounds in my throat, and the pulsing in my core matches the timing.
“Want to know what I think?” He hums, grazing his thumb against the inside of my wrist.
I can only nod.
