Page 129 of Ache for You (Slow Burn 3)
“I’m telling you it’s not a habit.”
He exhales again, sounding relieved. His arms tighten around my back.
Smiling into his neck, I whisper, “You’re very protective for someone who’s giving me space.”
His voice gets all gruff and growly. “Have you ever heard the expression, ‘Don’t poke the bear’?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Because you are poking the bear.”
“I’m sorry.” I pause for a moment, then whisper, “But I’m crazy about the bear, and I don’t like it when he doesn’t want to be around me, so I have to chase after him with a stick and poke him until he pays attention to me again. Even though the egg isn’t supposed to chase after the sperm.”
Matteo pulls his head away and looks down at me, furrowing his brow. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I don’t know anymore. His eyes are so blue they’re blinding me. God, this man is beautiful up close. “Do you even have pores?”
He blinks. “You’re still drunk.”
“No, I’m sober. It’s just that you’re incredibly handsome.”
His expression sours. “You’re trying to butter me up.”
“Is it working?”
“No. I’m still angry with you.”
“I thought we made up!”
He looks confused for a moment. “Did we?” Then he shakes his head. “Even if we did, I’m still angry. And you still need time.”
“There you go, telling me what I need again. I think you should listen to someone else who’s telling you what I need. His ideas are much better.”
I flex my hips against the bulge in his pants so there’s no mistake about my meaning. Matteo lets out a soft groan and fists his hand in my hair.
“Stop.”
“You’re in bed with me with a raging hard-on. You don’t want me to stop.”
I kiss his neck, give it a gentle bite, and wriggle my hips in what I hope is an enticing fashion against him. For my efforts, I’m rolled onto my back with my wrists pinned to the pillow over my head, and glared at.
“I’m in bed with you because you hung up on me after threatening to die,” he says.
God, he’s hot. Look at this gorgeous hunk of a man, so pissed off and sexy.
He grits his teeth. “Don’t. Look. At. Me. Like. That.”
“Make love to me.”
He groans and drops his forehead to my chest. “You want to kill me, is that it? You’re hoping to murder me?”
“I can think of worse ways to go.” I arch my back so my breasts press against his face.
He makes a sound like he’s deeply in pain and nuzzles his nose into my cleavage. “What is this thing you’re wearing?”
“A nightie. I put it on hoping you’d come ov
er. Do you like it?”
