Tilting my chin up, he smiled that gorgeous, lazy smile at me, and I felt my heart flutter.
“I’m going to marry you, Sophia.” Matteo’s voice sounded like a prayer. “I’m not going to ask our parents, I’m going to tell them. And if they say no,” he brushed his lips over mine, “if they say no, then we will just elope. I want you as my wife. I can’t even imagine a future where you are not in it.” Another kiss. “So I can wait.”
I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked. “I don’t want to wait,” I whispered against his mouth.
His eyes snapped open. “You don’t…”
I cut him off, my mouth curving over his. I swiped my tongue against his lips until he opened them for me. And for a whole sixty seconds, I let myself get lost in the feeling of his tongue tangling with mine and his hard body pressing into me.
Need and white-hot lust pulsed through my body. My stomach knotted, and my pussy ached.
“I want to,” I said again. “I want you, but I don’t know…”
A blush crept up my cheeks. “I don’t know how.”
He pulled away slightly, putting an inch between us so he could study my face. “We can stop at any point.”
I rolled my eyes. It was great that he was a gentleman…most of the time, but I didn’t want to have to keep telling me how much I wanted this.
Reaching down, I cupped him through his pants.
“Sophia,” he moaned low in his throat. “Fuck.” Shaking his head, he reached for the hem of my shirt, dragging it up. I lifted my arms without thinking, and it was tossed away.
For a second, he stared down at the lacy white bra, and he groaned again, but then his shirt was off, and he crushed me to his naked chest with so much force that my breasts were crushed against his, threatening to spill out of the lacy scalloped edge.
He caught my mouth again, hungry and insistent, molding me to him.
My bra was undone one-handed, and got trapped between us.
“Sophia,” he moaned again, and this time, there was pure animal need in his voice.
I wrapped my legs around his waist when he lifted me and carried me to the bed. His mouth never left mine, even when we fell down onto it together.
Half lifting himself onto his elbow, he palmed my naked breasts and continued to kiss me. Taking his time, almost like he was savoring every second of this.
And I was, too.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and his lips fell down to my breast, kissing each of my nipples in turn until they were burning with as much need as my pussy was. “I love the way you feel, Sophia.” Swirling his tongue around my nipple, he drew it up to a hard, stiff point.
I didn’t even try to stifle the ragged moan that fell from my lips. His fingers tiptoed down my stomach. “I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”
The top button of my jeans popped open. “There is never going to be anyone else for me.” He pushed the denim down, and I lifted my ass so he could.
My breath caught in my lungs.
This was it. Yes, we had fooled around, but I had never been naked around him or any other man.
Kneeling between my thighs, Matteo tossed my jeans away to landsomewhere in the shadows with the rest of my clothes, and then he just sat there and stared up the length of my body.
Embarrassment flooded me. My whole body flushed pink.
Why was he looking at me like that? Self-consciously, I began to cross my arms about my naked breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, with a shake of his head. “Please don’t cover yourself.”
My arms dropped to my sides, but the flush didn’t go away. If anything, it increased, not because I was naked but because of the way he was looking at me.
Like he had never seen anything so beautiful before.
