The kiss landed hard, hungry, like the spark between us had finally ignited into flame. He made a low sound in his throat, hands immediately finding my waist and pulling me into him. His mouth tasted like whiskey and heat, his light stubble rough against my palms.
I moaned and pushed my long, sharp nails through his hair.
Every thought scattered like smoke. There was only us and the undeniable truth that we’d been circling this moment for far too long.
His mouth dominated mine, and my world narrowed to the feel of him – his hand tangling roughly in my hair andtugging, the other digging into my waist with the kind of possessive, masculine certainty that made my breath hitch. Matteo kissed like he was claiming territory he’d been circling for far too long – deep, relentless,starving.
I gasped against his lips, and he took the opening, pushing his tongue through my parted lips and deepening the kiss until I was pressing my thighs together. His fingers tightened in my hair, tilting my head back as if he needed more of me,always more.
Liquid fire took flame through my veins, erupting in my chest and spreading all throughout. I could feel every nerve ending; every brush of his hands over my skin leaving goosebumps.
Without breaking the kiss, Matteo lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me on the polished bar. The cool surface pressed against the backs of my thighs as our bodies collided. I gasped, feeling his hard length press against my center through his suit pants, followed by a moan when I rolled my hips into him. My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, pulling him closer, erasing the last sliver of distance between us.
Somewhere to the side, something ceramic toppled and shattered against the floor. A vase. Then a lamp followed. Neither of us looked. Neither cared. It was like it didn’t exist.
All I could focus on was him. The taste of whiskey on his tongue. The scrape of his light stubble against myskin. The heat of his body pressed against mine like a living flame.
He pulled away to kiss my neck, and I let my head fall back, basking in his feeling; how hot and secure his body felt against mine. My eyes rolled back when he inhaled me deep.
A tortured, masculine groan rumbled in his chest.
“God, you smell so fucking good.”
“Mmm,” I groaned with need, biting my lip. All I could do was tighten my legs around him, thread my fingers through his hair, and pull him closer.
That was all it took for him to wrap his hand around my throat and pull my mouth back to his.
He kissed me like he was starving, and I kissed him back like I’d forgotten how to breathe without him.
Euphoria lit up in my veins like electricity. My entire body reacted with pleasure every single time he touched me, like my system was getting high and becoming dependent on him.
In one smooth movement, Matteo picked me up in his arms, like I was lighter than a feather. He held me high as he walked – so much so I was the one that had to look down at him, my platinum hair falling around us like a veil. And my heart tripped for a moment when I realized how high I was with this six-five gangster holding me in his arms.
The room spun as he carried me away from the shards of glass, and I lowered my mouth back to his, our kisses breaking only for desperate snatches of air.
He set me down on the couch and followed immediately, his weight pressing me into the cushions as if he couldn’t stand a single inch between us. My fingers dug into his dress shirt, threatening to tear it in half, like I was turning feral.
The pressure of his ruthless body… The weight of a dangerous man like him above me… It was making me delirious.
I wanted to feel everything he had to give. To take it all and get lost in him. To experience pleasure and happiness I’d never tasted before him.
I sank beneath him willingly, fingers curling around his huge muscular shoulders, tugging him closer. His hands roamed my body, greedy and grateful all at once. His lips found mine again and again, slower, deeper, harder – savoring every moment.
Heat coiled low in my stomach, spreading like wildfire. Every brush of his mouth, every glide of his hands, made the world outside dissolve.
When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing hard, his forehead rested against mine. His eyes were dark, intense, searching me like he needed to memorize everything about this moment.
My lips were swollen. My heart was racing. And when he looked at me with those eyes – dark, soft, and amber – I knew we’d just crossed a line we couldn’t come back from tonight.
Reading my mind, Matteo flipped us. I found myself straddling his lap, my knees on either side of him, my dress hitched up my waist just enough for him to see the red triangle of my panties.
His hands guided me down, firm on my waist, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. And we both groaned in relief when I finally dropped my weight on him, my core pressing against the hard-on in his suit trousers.
He leaned back against the couch, taking me with him, looking up at me with that slow-burning smile that made my heart stumble. My fingers slid into his hair, and then hismouth was on mine again – hungry, insistent, setting every nerve in my body alight.
The kiss deepened fast. Nothing gentle about it. All heat and want andmonthsof tension snapping all at once. His hands roamed my thighs, up to my waist, and then back down to my ass – squeezing hard and pulling me flush into him until I could feel every sharp inhale, every pounding beat of his heart against mine.
His rough palms rounded my ass before going back and grabbing two handfuls. I rolled my hips with need, a deep movement that made him groan against my mouth. The sound vibrated through me, sparking something reckless.
