“Are you going to kill him?” My breath hitches and a tremor runs down my spine as I ask. See, this is why pinning stuff is so much better.
It takes me a full two minutes of Matteo licking and kissing my neck to realize he hasn’t answered me.
“Matteo,” I hiss. “Answer me.”
“Raven—”
I interrupt him by pulling his hair hard enough to lift his head and then I slap my hand over his mouth. “I changed my mind,” I rush out. “Don’t answer. And don’t kill him. Please.”
Tilting his head, he moves one hand to my throat and squeezes until my lips part on a gasp. “Why are you so eager to keep him alive?” he growls, anger lacing his words.
“Because…” I wheeze as his hold on my throat intensifies. “I can’t be the reason he dies, Matteo. I want you to promise me you won’t kill him.”
With another groan, he lets go of my throat and grinds his hard cock against my stomach as he fuses our lips together in a hot and hard kiss that sadly ends way too soon.
“Fine,” he relents. “I promise.”
I press myself against him, deliberately dragging my body up his. “Thank you,” I purr. “Now, are you sure you don’t want to come in? I could make it quick and get on my knees right here.” My hand slides down to cup the impressive bulge straining against his pants. “Suck your cock until you forget your own name.”
My one regret about the night we spent together is that I never sucked him off. I love giving blowjobs, and I wanted to. But I got greedy, selfish even. Every touch of his fingers, cock, mouth took me to new heights, and I wanted more.
His breath catches, the only sign that my words affect him at all. “It’s tempting,” he murmurs, his fingers wrapping around my wrist to stop my exploring hand. “But I prefer to take my time with you.”
“Your loss.” I shrug, trying to sound casual even as my entire body screams with frustration. “I give spectacular head.”
“I don’t doubt it.” His thumb circles my wrist, pressing against my racing pulse. “But I have business to attend to.”
With a very theatrical huff, I turn to unlock my door. “Fine. I’ll just handle things myself.”
“Are you teasing me, Little Thief?” he asks, voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes my stomach flip. “I really hope not.”
I grin. “Unlike some people I know, I don’t tease. I know what I want, and I’m not above begging for it, Matty.” He groans and rakes a hand down his face when I use his nickname.
While it started as a joke, because he’s just so not a Matty, it’s growing on me. Or maybe it’s the way he reacts every time I use it.
Matteo leans in, his chest pressing against my back as his lips brush my ear. “If you’re going to be touching yourself, I want a picture.” My blood sings and my clit throbs at the deep timbre of his tone.
I open my mouth to remind him that since he’s the one leaving me high and dry, I’m not sure he’s earned a picture of my bedroom activities. But he cuts me off with a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. It’s not gentle—nothing with Matteo ever is.
His tongue pushes past my lips, exploring my mouth with a deliberate precision that makes my knees weaken. And I respond by clutching his shoulders while pressing my body against his like I’m trying to climb inside him.
His hand slides down to grab my ass, kneading the flesh through my skirt as he grinds his cock against me. Even through layers of clothing, I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants me despite his refusal to come inside.
“Fuck, Matteo,” I gasp against his mouth, rocking my hips to increase the friction.
He pulls back suddenly, leaving me panting and unfulfilled. A predatory smile that spreads across his face makes my stomach clench with both desire and apprehension.
“Night, Raven,” he murmurs, thumb brushing across my swollen bottom lip. “Sweet dreams.”
“You’re really just going to leave me like this?” I hiss, gesturing at my flushed state.
He steps back, adjusting his suit jacket to hide his erection. “Does it help if I tell you I’m not happy about it?” I narrow my eyes, not sure I believe him. “Do you doubt I want you, Little Thief?” he croons.
“No,” I reply truthfully. “I guess I’m just wondering how much, since you’re the one getting ready to walk away.”
His pupils dilate, jaw clenching. “I want you, Raven. But duty calls, and I can’t ignore it. Not even for you.” The way he says it makes it clear he’s telling the truth.
“Okay.” I nod. “I believe you.” Then another thought hits me. “You’re not going to get anyone else to help you, right?” I gesture at his hardness as I ask the question.
