Page 45 of Seductive Desires

My eyes narrowed. He wasn’t in control, I was. I tightened my grip on him, making him grunt and release me. His brows furrowed, watching as I leaned forward, scraping my teeth lightly against him as I swallowed him again. He shouted, his hands curling into fists against his thighs. I released him, standing and pulling my shirt over my head. He was leaning heavily against the door, his shirt parted revealing his sculpted abs, his pants around his ankles.

I jerked my chin to the bed and he lunged at me, stripping the rest of his close off as his tongue danced with mine. He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his hips as he walked us to the bed, falling on top of me. He was pulling at my clothes with a sense of urgency. I flipped us easily, sitting on his lower stomach. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra, pulling it off and dropping it over the edge of the bed. His hands ran lightly up my sides, cupping my breasts, but I didn’t let him play for long. I slipped off the edge of the bed, standing next to it to pull off my leggings and panties. I purposely turned away from him as I slid them down my legs. He groaned, his hand snaking out to run along my backside. I smirked.

I moved to the edge of the bed, crawling toward him and throwing my leg over his hips, kneeling above him. The position was the same as the first morning we were here, with a lot less clothing. His fingers ran up my thighs, gripping my hips as I rubbed against him, showing exactly how turned on I was. My arousal coated his length and his fingers tightened, his face taut. I reached between us, guiding him to my entrance, pausing for a second. His eyes widened and he held his breath. A slow smile spread across my face before I dropped my weight languidly. His head threw back, gasping. Every inch seemed to hit just right and fire spread through my body. When I finally sat fully, I had to pause, letting my body adjust.

I rested my hands on his chest, rolling my hips once. We both moaned together. All the teasing was catching up to me and I felt frenzied. I started moving in earnest, lifting myself up and dropping back down repeatedly. His grip was bruising, his hips thrusting to meet mine. When I tipped my head back, biting my lip against another moan, he sat up, his tongue running a path between my breasts. I arched back farther, grasping his shoulders, encouraging him. He let me focus on the pace, his attention on my breasts as he licked and nipped at them. When he scraped lightly with his teeth, I jerked, gasping.

Tingles spread from my core throughout my body and I knew I was close. When I moved faster, rocking against him, he pressed his forehead against my chest, his arms wrapping around me to keep me close. I dropped my chin, cupping his face to bring his lips back to mine. My body tightened around him and my mouth dropped open, my forehead pressed against his. Explosions rocked through me and I screamed, my eyes squeezing shut. His hands kept my hips moving, drawing out my release. My eyes opened just in time to watch him finish, his jaw tightening as it slammed into him. He groaned low, his face going lax, and he dropped back, pulling me with him as he landed on the bed.

My head rested against his chest, listening to his heart pounding. His arms were still tight around me, his breathing heavy. One hand slid up to curl into my hair.

“Mariana…”

I glanced up at him, resting my chin on my hand. He was staring at the ceiling and his face was a bit wild. I giggled.

“What?”

He looked down at me incredulously. He couldn’t seem to find the words to say anything, which only made me laugh harder. He narrowed his eyes, rolling until I was beneath him, his weight resting on his forearms on each side of my head.

“You need to explain.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Explain what?”

“What was that?”

I pursed my lips. “If you don’t know, I’m not telling you.”

He rolled his eyes at me so hard I thought he might hurt himself. I snickered at him.

“Mariposa, being with you is perfect, every time. But you told me you wanted to wait until the crisis is over. I only want to understand why you suddenly changed your mind.” He brushed his fingers through the hair at my temple, pressing his lips lightly against mine. I slipped my arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

“I didn’t change my mind. I just…” When I frowned, he kissed my forehead. He was still so patient, so charming, even when I had thrown him for a loop. I still wanted to keep him in the dark about what the plan was, but I felt guilty too. “I talked with Liam today… it brought a lot up and I wanted to feel safe.” It wasn’t a total lie. It wasn’t the whole truth either and it bothered me, especially after what just happened.

Mateo’s look was sympathetic. “I’m sorry, mariposa. I remember him asking to meet with you about it, I had hoped I could be here to hold your hand.”

Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have gotten through that if he was there. I would start crying and fall apart instantly when he pulled me into his arms. Besides, he doesn’t need to know the plan. He won’t like it.

I nodded once. “We both had some free time so it just worked out that way. It’s fine. I’m okay now.” Liar. I was still terrified. And the more time I spent with Mateo, the harder it got. I was too attached. I didn’t want to lose him. Especially when he was being so sweet to me, placing small kisses all over my face. Sex was simple, we had needs and we met them. Really really well. Anything more left me spiraling and fighting the urge to run.

I slid my hands around him, running my nails lightly down his back. He shuddered against me, drawing in a breath.

“Mariposa.” It was a warning, and I reveled in it. Grinning, I did it again, a little rougher. His groan tapered off into a growl and he nipped my neck lightly. I could feel him harden against my thigh and I bit my lip, arching my neck to give him better access. He tugged playfully on my earlobe with his teeth. I wasn’t in the mood for playful right now though. I arched my back, pressing my body against his.

He lifted his head, searching my face. I ran my fingers along his jaw, pulling him down until our lips met. He didn’t need any further encouragement. His tongue slipped past my lips and I groaned. I felt one of his hands slip behind my head, cradling it as he shifted, pulling my hips up and grinding against them. His erection ground against my mound and I gasped, breaking away from the kiss.

I ran my hand between us, guiding him to my entrance. No teasing this time. He thrust roughly, seating himself fully inside me in one go. He didn’t hesitate, his hand slipping down my thigh, holding it tightly as he moved against me. The new angle allowed him to pound deeper than before and I cried out, wrapping my arms around him. It felt like we were fused together, unable to find where he ended and I began. He rocked me, thrusting roughly. Heat flooded low in my belly, sending me skyrocketing towards the edge. Every movement he managed to graze against my clit. My nails dug into his shoulders as I tried to fight against my release, wanting to drag it out a little longer. But when he slipped his arm under my knee, pushing so deep I saw stars, I fell apart, my mouth open in a silent scream. He pressed his face against me, driving into me roughly until he came with a roar.

ChapterTwenty-Two

I must have fallenasleep at one point because when I opened my eyes, the room had grown dark. Mateo was on his side, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I would’ve thought the hold would have felt suffocating. I was never interested in cuddling. But I just felt warm and relaxed, running my fingers lightly over his arms. It felt like he was asleep behind me, his breathing deep and even.

I was content to just lay there with him until he woke up but my bladder won eventually and I slipped out of his embrace and into the bathroom. While washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror and immediately burst out laughing. My normally wild curls looked like a whole colony of mice had made it their home. I turned on the shower, unwilling to leave the room looking like this. Damn that man and his inability to keep his hands out of my hair. Curly hair was not meant to be played with!

He was still asleep when I finished, sneaking into the room to grab some clean clothes. Jo bought me enough to last a while, and I kept it in a pile on top of the dresser. It felt weird to put it in the drawers, I didn’t want it to feel like I was moving in. I was searching the pile when I heard him stir. I peeked over my shoulder.

He had turned onto his back, the sheets completely kicked off. My mouth went dry as I took in every inch of him. You wouldn’t have guessed we had just had wild sex a couple hours ago based solely on my reaction to him. I already wanted to pounce on him again. I shook my head. The man was nearly irresistible.

I dressed in a rush, needing to put some distance between me and his gloriously naked body before I did something insane, like crawl back into bed with him. I slipped out of the room and down the hall, aiming for the kitchen. I was starving.

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