Page 25 of Savage Ruin
His hips slow but don’t stop completely. Harsh breathing against my neck tells me how turned on he is right now, but he says nothing, only pressing the occasional kiss against my skin.
When the tremors ease, I breathe in and out a few times before sliding off the couch to stand on shaky legs.
He sits up and looks at me with a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he says huskily.
I hook my fingers in my waistband and peel the top half of my joggers down. “Mateo, help me undress,” I demand breathlessly.
“Henley, I…”
I place two fingers against his lips. “I’m sore, not dead,” I remind him. “You’ve been driving me crazy the last few days. Feeling your hands against me while you help me dress or undress has been pure torture. I want you. Now. Unless you don’t want me?”
Warm brown eyes study me for a second. “I’m not sure it’s possible to not want you. I’ve been hard for days, dressing you, caressing your creamy skin, and watching you wear my shirts around the house. Are you sure?”
Leaning down, I capture those pouty lips of his with mine, nibbling and sucking on them until the kiss changes from playful to urgent. “Take my pants off, Mateo.”
His fingers hook into my pants and slide them down to the floor. As I pull each leg out, I place it beside his on the couch until I’m sitting on his lap. With his head between my hands, I take my time kissing him, wanting to savor this moment and reassure him I’m not making a flippant decision. I want him to feel my desire with every cell in his body.
He pushes up against me, the rough denim a delicious friction against my sensitive body, and I moan. “I want you too, minha linda,” he rasps, need straining his voice. “I can’t wait any longer either.”
I reach down and unbutton his jeans before standing and helping him pull them off, along with his dark briefs. When his cock springs free, I reach down and grasp it tightly. With a twist, I stroke up and down a few times, watching the pleasure roll across his face until his hand stops mine.
“It’s going to be tough enough lasting long. Save the playing for another time,” he tells me. He rolls on the condom he grabbed from his jeans and pulls me over his lap. “I think this will be better for your injuries. You can control the pace.”
With a knee on either side of him, I line up and sink inch by inch onto him, feeling him expand and fill me completely. We both groan. It’s been a long time, and it takes a minute for my body to adjust. I think about taking my shirt off, but I’m afraid he’ll see the bruises and stop, so I don’t.
His hands settle on my hips, and he holds me down tightly on top of him for a second. “I want to feel you wrapped around me, wet and tight… memory…” He hisses when I clamp down, and his golden-brown eyes narrow. “Damn it, Henley. I’m on the edge.”
I lift up and slide down. Again and again. “Me too.” I’m so turned on. I spear my hand through his hair and yank his head back so I can kiss him while I ride up and down.
Kissing Mateo is the sweetest of drugs when everything is calm, but it’s as if grabbing his hair flipped a switch. Pouty lips turn hard while his tongue plunges into my mouth, devouring me in a kiss so filled with fuck me vibes, it makes me even wilder.
His hand comes up and cups the back of my head, pressing me into him, barely letting me breathe. His other hand moves from my hip to my clit, to pinch and stroke it, making me ride him harder and faster.
He swells, and I know he’s right on the edge.
With a jerk, I pull back from his lips, but I don’t release his hair. “Come with me,” I pant, barely able to get the words out before my orgasm slams into me. Moaning at the feel of him inside of me this time, I stare into his eyes while I let it take over.
Brown eyes flare with gold, both hands move to grip my hips, he pushes up into me hard, then holds me down on top of him. His body pulses as his release chases mine.
My orgasm eases, and I loosen my grip. Massaging the place where I pulled his hair, I smile ruefully. I don’t even know what came over me. I’ve never been aggressive with anyone during sex, but with Mateo, I wanted him fully present and so turned on all he could think about was me.
Pouty lips caress mine, nibbling and licking softly. “Are you okay? Your lips are swollen. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He pulls back to look over me. A hand lifts to rub a thumb lightly across my lips and down my side.
“Stop worrying. I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time. I might be sore in a couple more places, but it was totally worth it,” I state firmly. When I lift my body, he grabs the condom to hold it in place until I’ve totally slid off. With him gone, my body feels empty. “I’m going to grab a shower. Then, I’ll be back to work. Okay?” I can’t help the kiss I place on his lips, needing one more taste of him.
He quickly stands up and pulls me into his arms. “Henley, wait. Tell me that meant something to you, that it wasn’t just a moment of incredibly fantastic sex.” He pauses, his eyes scrutinizing every expression crossing my face, but when I don’t say anything, he nods.
“I’ll go first. I like you. You’re loyal as hell, even putting yourself in danger to find out who murdered Marcos. Despite the past and your odds, you keep pushing forward until you’re not just surviving, but thriving. You give yourself and your skills to others without asking anything in return. You’re fun, sweet, and beautiful. I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m asking you to make room for me in it. You don’t have to say anything right now. I know things aren’t ideal and you have a lot to think about, but I can’t let you walk away thinking this was only a physical thing for me.”
His eyes search mine while he waits for an answer.
“I like you, too.” I blurt, unable to deny what I feel. “But I don’t know about everything else. Living in the real world, instead of hiding, will be a lot for me. What if I can’t do it?” I don’t mention Thiago or Grayson because I realize they don’t matter to how I feel about Mateo. Initially, I kind of thought of them as this package deal, but when Mateo and I were joined, it was only the two of us. “Can we take it a day at a time?”
He smiles, then leans down and kisses me. “Absolutely.”
He wraps the blanket around me but stands deliciously defiant, and very naked, in the center of the room with a cocky grin on his face while he watches me walk out.
The moment is going to be seared into my brain. I grin. Smart man.
