He lifted some, gazing at me. “I feel that every time you look at me.” Leaning in, he kissed me between the eyes, and then his hands started to move, and I settled into the feelings that were overtaking me again.
For the next few seconds, all I could think was…everyone lied. We’re not made of anything solid, but helium. I could float. Float straight up and touch the stars.
Then…
Matteo.
All Matteo.
He brought me higher, higher, higher, all night long, until I could have sworn I was really a star burning in his vast, dark, dark, dark sky.
For him only.
Chapter 32
Stella
For the first time since I’d known Matteo,my husband, I woke up earlier than him because…I had to use the bathroom.Bad.It felt like my bladder was a second away from bursting. When I tried to untangle myself from my husband’s strong arms, though, he locked me tight inside of them.
“Matteo,” I said. “I really, really, really need to use the bathroom. Like…this isn’t a test, but a warning. The explosion is imminent.”
He laughed, all raspy. A “too early in the morning” sexy laugh. “Tell me…what will happen if I do this…” He straightened his pointer finger and came close to my neck.
I instinctually lifted my shoulders. “Don’t you dare! This is a new mattress!”
“Okay, then, what do you call me?”
Oh. “My husband!”
He laughed even harder, setting his finger down. “Since this is an emergency, and I move faster—” He didn’t finish his sentence. He hauled ass out of bed, looking finer than any law should allow, and lifted me in his arms, making it to the bathroom in a few seconds.
He was barely out of the room when I already started to sigh from the release of pressure. I could hear him laughing on the other side of the door. After I freshened up a bit, he went in to use it, and I hopped back into bed.
Big.
Mistake.
That hopping business.
I didn’t realize how sore I was from the night before. It felt like my muscles were bruised, and the softest mattress known to man had just hit them as hard as rocks would.
“Owww,” I said as I stretched my arm, and it felt like the muscles were about to pop. My legs…it felt like I’d danced nonstop for weeks without a break. Then I gasped, and my hand slapped against my heart. Maybe to hold it in. Matteo was leaning a shoulder against the bathroom door, watching me. “You’re too effing quiet.”
“Effing?” He quirked up a thick brow.
He was naked.
Totally naked.
And…I lost my train of thought.
He was…turned on…already. Pointing to the north, or was it the south?
He said my name and I said, “Huh?”
“Effing,” he repeated.
“Oh.” I tucked a wild strand of hair behind my ear. “I got it from your mom.”
