Page 54 of Bellini Born
And through it all, I hadn’t stopped tugging on his cock so aggressively that it was a wonder I didn’t break it clean off.
With his hot breath fanning my neck, Matteo’s grunts grew deeper until the last one came out almost strangled. His dick pulsed against my palm a split second before cum shot wildly from the tip, the long jets of it splashing against my hip and my stomach until he was spent.
We clung to each other in the aftermath, panting and trembling.
It was Matteo who pulled away first, his hand coming up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin gently. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Cheeks heating as the fog began to clear and it sank in what we’d just done, I dropped my gaze.
His firm grip on my face tightened as he forced me to meet his eye. “Perfect,” he repeated with conviction.
I gave the tiniest of nods in agreement. If he believed that, who was I to argue?
The hand between my thighs shifted enough to have the metal barrel of the gun dislodging from my body, and I hissed. Yeah, that stung.
Matteo’s brow pinched in concern. “Did I hurt you?”
I almost laughed at how quickly he flipped from dark and dangerous to caring and considerate.
“A little tender, is all,” I explained.
“Summer—” His chest heaved on a sigh. “Sometimes I can be a little too rough, and—”
Cutting him off, I blurted, “I like it rough.”
Brown eyes blazed with renewed hunger. “That so?”
I chewed on the corner of my lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
He flashed me a sexy grin that would have melted my panties had I been wearing any. “Like I said, perfect.” There was a pausebefore he added, “And mine.” The arch of a single eyebrow dared me to disagree.
Had I been coerced into screaming those words with the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm? Yes.
Did that make it any less true? No.
But there were so many other questions swirling in my brain, and I had no idea where we went from here.
Fortunately, Matteo’s hands on my body calmed my racing mind. Scooping me into his arms, he carried me pantsless through the house until we reached my bedroom, and he stepped further inside to push through the door to the ensuite bathroom. Never relinquishing his hold, he turned the tap on the massive clawfoot tub, testing the water before lowering us both inside.
With soothing caresses trailing over every inch of my skin, I couldn’t resist the call of sleep, and my eyes drifted shut.
Chapter 14
Summer
Aknockonthedoor had me groaning into my pillow.
“Summer! Wake up! It’s Christmas!” Bianca’s excited voice filtered through the wooden barrier.
Technically, I had the day off, but after only a few weeks, my heart already belonged to those little girls, and I couldn’t bear the thought of turning them away.
“Come on in,” I called out hoarsely, the words burning like fire against my raw throat.
The door was flung open, and tiny footsteps preceded the dip in my mattress as Bianca climbed into bed with me. There had been more mornings than I could count that started exactly like this, so I didn’t think anything of lifting the blankets to let her snuggle underneath them with me.
That was, until I realized what I was wearing.
An almost silent gasp tore up my throat when I gazed upon the oversized white T-shirt that was bunched around my bare thighs. Covertly reaching a hand down to tug it lower onlyconfirmed I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath it. And there was no denying that Matteo’s scent clung to the fabric.
