I shifted slightly and became aware of him.
Matteo was already awake. I could feel it in the way his chest was steady beneath my cheek, in the gentle, unhurried circles his fingers were tracing on my bare skin. Possessive. Present.
He was watching me, I realized. Watching me sleep like it was something precious.
I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze.
His expression softened instantly, like he’d been waiting for me to wake up.
A warm smile curved my lips. “Good morning…”
His answering smile was slow and devastating. “Good morning, baby.”
Something fluttered low in my stomach. I lifted myself just enough to kiss him, intending it to be sweet, lazy – morning-soft.
Matteo’s hands slid firmly into my back and he pulled me over, onto him, deepening the kiss until it stole the breath right out of my lungs. My palms braced on his chest as his mouth claimed mine, slow at first, then fuller, unhurried but sure. Like he had all the time in the world. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I melted into him with a soft whimper. He answered it with one of his own groans, low and pleased, his arms wrapping around me completely as if to say there was nowhere else I needed to be.
The kiss stretched – warm, lingering, intoxicating. His lips moved against mine with a familiarity that made my chest ache in the best way. He kissed me like morning sunlight felt. Like promise. Like home.
When we finally pulled back, I stayed right there on top of him, breathing him in, smiling without meaning to.
If this was how the day started, I had a feeling neither of us was getting much done.
He brushed his thumb along my shoulder. “How does breakfast in bed sound,mi amor?”
I smiled back, lazy and warm. “Perfect.”
He pulled away. “Alright. You stay here and relax. I’ll get it done.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, sheets sliding down my waist. “Wait,” I said, suddenly alert. “You’re leaving?”
He glanced over his shoulder as he pulled on his boxers, amused. “To get you breakfast. Yes.”
“Then I’m coming with you.”
He shook his head, that sexy frown settling on his face. “You should stay here and relax. We had a long night.”
A slow smirk curved my lips. I reached out, caught his bicep, and pulled him back to me. “Not long enough…”
His answering smirk was immediate. “Dangerous thing to say,” he murmured, but let himself be pulled down easily, his weight falling back onto me with a soft laugh. The sheets rustled as he landed above me, one arm bracing his weight, the other sliding to my waist.
We kissed – deep, unhurried, full. The kind of kiss that made the world shrink to just breath and warmth and the quiet sounds we pulled from each other. I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, drawing him closer, feeling the slow, deliberate way he pressed into me, careful and controlled, like he was savoring every second.
There was no rush. Just heat building under skin. Just the steady rhythm of us moving together, mouths meeting and parting, foreheads touching, breaths mingling. His hand slid up my side, grounding, intimate, while mine traced the lines of his shoulders, memorizing him like I hadn’t already done so a hundred times.
I bit his lip. “I can’t get enough.”
Matteo groaned. “Goddamn… Baby, you’re killing me over here… Have mercy.”
“Do something about it, then,Capo.”
“You’re not gonna trick me into this again.”
“Matteo…”
“I already fucked you too hard last night. And then slower but much,muchlonger after the shower.”
