So, I simply leaned my head back on his chest and let him run his hands through my hair.
Matteo reached out and stopped the water once I was covered in the warmth.
And we laid there together. For how long, I’m not sure.
Steam flowed around us, though the only warmth I could truly feel was that radiating from his body.
It warmed more than just my skin.
I felt it warm my soul.
Tangled up in my chest and wrapping around it tight.
Possessive in a romantic way that felt true and sacred.
Like this connection was something only the two of us had ever discovered.
Neither could verbally explain it.
But saw it in the other’s eyes.
And I just knew for some reason, he was not going to let me go once the year was over.
The scary part, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to anymore.
His hand went into my wet hair, firmer this time, making me glance up at him again. He didn’t need to speak for me to understand him.
My chest expanded with an enamored breath.
I stopped myself, looking away and shaking my head with a small breath of forced amusement. “It’s just sex, Matteo.”
His hold tightened on my chin, forcing my naked eyes to his.
“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was deep and raw with honesty. “It hasn’t been ‘just sex’ for a long time. Not for you. Not for me.”
I was so out of it, and I knew it.
With the soft amber lights around us, being held in his big arms, naked and wet and vulnerable – finally feeling safe and loved and byhim, in his secure masculinity…
I could feel the shape of my eyes morphing into hearts as I looked at Matteo.
And I couldn’t find a care in the world.
I could let myself dream until the end of the year.
When he leaned down to kiss me, I welcomed it – ached for it. He captured my bottom lip between his in the softest, yet deepest, most passionate way. Matteo Di’Ablo was making my head spin – but it just feltso right.
“Feel better?” He asked, cupping me between the legs, firm and heavy, making me shiver.
“Yeah,” I replied in a soft breath.
“Ready to get up and shower?”
“Five more minutes?”
The softest smile I’d ever seen on him. It radiated like the sunrise in an early summer. Gold and blinding, yet in the gentlest way imaginable.
His face turned slightly serious. “You’re sleeping on my chest like this tonight. No more of that ‘separate rooms’ bullshit. You understand me?”
