Page 13 of Dare To Free Us

“Dark,” I barked out. I may’ve wanted him and felt safer than I ever had but it’s not like I was ready for full on daytime-light sex. Besides, dark is supposed to be more romantic, right?

Matteo’s lips quirked at my shyness but there was no judgment or disappointment. If anything he looked pleased.

Slowly he removed himself from the bed and walked from one window to the other, closing the blinds on either side of the bed. Then he stood at the side and looked down at me like the predator he was.

With my knees curled up and propped on my elbows I watched Matteo start to undress. The little light that still shown through the cracks that Matteo left cast him in a stunning glow. He removed his jacket and set it on the bed, then set his shoulder holsters— something I’d become accustomed to seeing long ago— on the nightstand. Next he took off his socks and shoes.

My heart started pounding when he started on the buttons of his shirt. Every one that popped open revealed more of his hard pecks with a smattering of dark hair that continued down the valley between his ripped abs to disappear into his waistband.

Matteo watched me with intensity as I took in the tattoos covering his upper arms, shoulders and one side of his abdomen. The one on his side was some kind of quote or saying, but couldn't be bothered to find out as his hands went to his belt.

Heat colored my cheeks as I stared nervously at his unzipped pants. When he pushed his pants down and kicked them off his erection looked ready to tear out of his briefs. A beautiful smile spread across his face.

It’s not like I’d never seen an erection before, or a naked penis for Pete’s sake. I did go to college and attended many parties that would’ve had my parents regretting ever letting me out of the house, but Matteo took the cake.

Even covered in black material there was no second guessing that Matteo was blessed. I swallowed hard, truly nervous for the first time.

Then he pressed a knee to the bed and crawled over the top of me. No, prowled. Heprowledover the top of me.

Matteo took my hands in his and pressed my them down by the sides of my head. His masculine sent smelled stronger now that he was mostly naked. “Don’t move,” he whispered.

I nodded my head, unable to form words. His hands slid down my arms to my front where four small buttons held my dress closed at the top. He dragged his fingertips across my skin to reach the first one and opened it. I took deep breaths for each one that followed.

My dress fell open to reveal my teal, lace bra that was easy enough to hide under the blue dress I’d decided to wear that day. My chest heaved with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Instead of touching me just yet Matteo bunched my dress around my hips and pulled upward. There was a moment of awkward movements as I shifted and lifted to allow the dress to go over my head.

Matteo sat on his knees between my legs and gazed down on me with enough heat I thought my bra and panties would simply burn up.

“My God, you’re amazing,” he whispered as his hands slid up my slim stomach, driving my need to be touched into a frenzy. In truth it amazed me that Matteo was so attracted to me. I didn’t have luscious, full hips or ass. My tits, while perky, were only a B-cup.

“Matteo,” I shuddered and reached for him. He caught my hands and pressed them back to the bed.

“Not yet.” He reached under my back and unclasped my bra. Moving my shoulders just enough to help get the bra off I returned my hands back on the bed.

The cool temperature of the room hit my exposed nipples making them pucker. Matteo watched them turn into hard buds with fire blazing in his eyes. My insides spasmed with anticipation, heat building under my skin.

“Perfect.”

“Small,” I said, letting my thoughts come out loud.

His eyes turned to anger as they found mine. Matteo leaned over me to put his face in mine. “You are fucking perfect. Every inch of you. If I ever hear you say that again, I’ll spank your ass,” he growled.

I gasped. The pure conviction was enough to stop my heart, but being threatened with a spanking sent shock waves of arousal straight between my legs.

Then he kissed me. It was slow and tender, gently licking my bottom lip to ask me to open for him. His tongue swept against mine and I forgot not to move. But this time he didn’t stop me. My hands slid up his muscled biceps to his solid shoulders. His skin felt as hot as fire.

Matteo moved from my mouth down my neck. “Let’s get you worked up a bit.”

My breathing turned to panting as he positioned himself over my breasts, and then the hot, wetness of his mouth was on me and my breath stalled altogether. His tongue lapped and swirled around my nipple making me moan and arch without knowing how to control my own body.

After a moment he moved to the other breast and I whimpered as the heat racing through my veins made me want to writhe like a possessed person. My hands kept moving through his soft hair, urging him not to stop. I was so wet down below I wondered if it was normal.

But he did stop. Only to drag his kisses down my abs to the matching thong I was wearing. He brushed his nose over my covered bundle of nerves. Even that contact was enough to make me hiss. Then he pressed his nose to my wet panties and breathed in deep.

“You smell so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue,” he rumbled. “Has anyone ever tasted you before?”

“Matteo,” I panted.

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