“Okay, the pill might have made my dick hard, but it sure as hell didn’t make it as much fun as it was.”
My chest swells with pride, but I’m curious about something. “So that stuff about my ass…were you being serious?”
“I was, actually. I knew it was a hot ass, but never having messed around with a guy, I thought it was like thinking you were sexy in the locker room.”
“You thought I was sexy in the locker room?”
He glares at me. “You’re a hot guy.”
“I get what you’re saying. I felt similarly about you. Like I can see you, I have eyes, so I know why people find you attractive, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that when you touched me…and then when you bit my ass.” My cheeks warm like they did when he first took that bite, and I roll my eyes at myself again.
He growls. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel that good either.”
We share a laugh.
“So…we’re bi?” I ask.
“Maybe. I haven’t really thought it through since it hasn’t even been ten minutes since I fucked you…”
“Ooh, I like it when you say that.”
He pulls a face. “That I fucked you?”
I nod. “Yeah, that you fucked me.”
Matteo’s gaze shifts to my lips. “Did you like it as much as I did when you said ‘fucked me’?”
Why am I smiling at that?
“You like it when I remind you that you fucked me?”
He rolls toward me and scoots closer, his face inches from mine. “I do. Maybe because it sounds like you’re saying ‘fuck me,’ and I want to try again sometime.”
As much as I’ve enjoyed being playful with him, his words yank me back to reality. To why we did this. And why we’ll have to do it again.
He must notice the shift in my mood because his expression turns serious. “Sorry. I was being playful. I wasn’t thinking…”
“It’s not a big deal.”
He rests his hand on my arm, his touch as hot as he looks. My nerves react viscerally, like they’re relieved to feel him again since they know what this touch can do to my body. “Don’t say that.” He caresses his thumb across my flesh. “This is all a big deal.”
His words bring me nearly as much relief as his touch when he was massaging me before we fucked. He slides his hand down to my abdomen, trailing his finger across my scar.
“Speaking of the spell,” he says, “you still have me inside you…”
“Yeah, I have to collect it and save it for when we’re finished and—”
“I know that. I read what you have to do. You think I came out here unprepared?”
I feel silly. “Oh. Of course you read it.”
“I meant, when are you gonna…”
I put my hand to my face, maybe to conceal it because this is embarrassing as fuck. “Was gonna hold it until I got back to the dorms. I have some Tupperware in my bag.”
“And where are you gonna store it between now and three weeks from now when the spell will be complete?”
“Don’t ask. I don’t think you want to know all the gross details.”
