And it was killing me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sophia
Why did he have to keep doing that? Bringing up the past. Like I wasn’t haunted by it enough.
I closed my eyes, half expecting him to leave because that’s what he did, and I desperately needed to be alone. Only he didn’t leave. His hands closed around my hips and pulled me back against the hardness of his body. I fought the urge to rub against him and kept still. My eyes closed.
Maybe if I stayed quiet, he would think I’d fallen asleep and leave me alone to my misery because that’s what I lived in now.
Pure agonizing purgatory.
“I don’t want to talk either,” he whispered. His lips brushed against my throat. His hand slid upward from my hip and slid under my shirt to cup my breast.
The thick pad of his thumb brushed against my nipple and teased it upward.
I stifled back a cry of longing.
Why did he have to be like this? How was it fair that my body reacted to him with so much need?
“This is what I want.” One hand was on my breast, and he bit down on my neck. Hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break the skin. “This is what I dream of.”
His arm around me tightened, his hand delving down between my legs to rub my clit through my clothes.
I couldn’t help it, I moaned, my body instantly coming alive.
God, I was weak.
“Let me touch you.” The hand snaked into my panties, brushing over my wet folds over and over until he narrowed back in on my clit. He started rubbing it in tight little circles.
My back arched, pushing my ass against the hard cock I could feel forming behind his zipper.
“Fuck, I want you.”
I wanted him as well, and that’s where the trouble was. Because I couldn’t see a time in my future when I didn’t want him.
“Matteo,” I moaned his name. Reaching behind me, I cupped him over his clothes, teasing him just like he was teasing me.
“Fuck.” He swore again. Loosening his grip on my body to yank my pants down and bare my ass for him. “Fuck, just like that, Franny.”
I froze. Had he just called me Franny?
“I’ve dreamed of being inside your tight little…”
I could feel him pressing against my nakedness, his hand fumbling between us so he could free himself.
“God, Franny, I need-“
I shot upward, spinning and staring down at his face. “What did you just call me?” Yanking up my pants, I glared at him. “What the fuck did you just call me?”
He didn’t move. His hand moved up and down his shaft lazily. “Get back into bed.”
“You called her name.” I couldn’t help it. My voice shook with anger. “You called me by another woman's name, Matteo.”
His lips twitched. “So?”
“So?”
