That wasn’tfair.
He was perfect.
Stupidly, annoyingly, agonizingly perfect.
The burn of the stretch morphing so quickly into the burn of pleasure that I nearly forgot where we were as his pace started out ruthless.
His hands pushed my thighs up, his fingers digging into the backs of them hard enough that I was positive I’d be coming back from the Amalfi coast with both a tan and bruises, before one hand left and grasped my jaw instead.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low.
I blinked through the haze and snapped my gaze to his.
His pupils were blown, his jaw set tight, a single wave of grey hair falling forward over his brows.
Why did hehaveto be hot?
His grip on my jaw tightened, his thumb pressing into the hinge. “Bet you thought I wouldn’t live up to the arrogance.”
Asshole.
A breathless laugh leaked out of me.
But then his angle changed.
And the laugh choked and bled into a whimper that I barely managed to keep quiet.
His smirk wasvictorious.
“By all means, sweetheart, tell me if I don’t,” he rasped, his hold on me shifting, his thumb dragging across my lower lip.
Every thrust was deliberate, deep, the kind of precision that made my thighs shake and my eyes struggle to stay focused and heat coil low in my gut.
“But I canfeelthe way you’re clenching around me like you’re seconds from coming again.”
He released my face and dragged his hand down my body, roughly palming my breast over the fabric of my dress, before drifting lower.
My hands fisted in the shirt still barely covering his shoulders, the heat between us turning heavy, slick, and feral.
“Matt—”
His breath tickled my ear.
“Tell me, Sienna, do you normally manage to come from just this?”
I hated him.
I hated himso much, even as I started to peak, even as it built from just the way he was burying himself inside of me.
The hand between our bodies pressed down flat on my lower stomach, and I nearly lost my mind. “Fuck you,” I gasped, digging my nails into him.
He laughed, low, dark, and sinful, his teeth nipping at my jaw. “You are.”
My orgasm hit before I could mentally prepare for the onslaught without stimulation.
Sudden and violent and ripping the air from my lungs.
He swallowed the cry climbing up my throat with his mouth on mine, grunting,groaningquietly against my lips as his hips jerked and stuttered.
