I knew I looked good. Pregnancy had given me more curves. It had softened me.
“How do I look?” Standing there in front of him, I smiled. “Do I pass? Or are we throwing this one out?”
Leaning back on the chair, he studied me, a sly smile playing across his sinfully delicious mouth. “What are you doing, Sophia?”
Feigning innocence, I shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m being what you wanted, aren’t I? Now is this one a keeper or…”
“It’s a keeper,” he said gruffly and handed me the next one.
That’s how it went. Over and over for a dozen lingerie items. His eyes never left my body, and he wanted to keep everything, but he didn’t talk to me again.
It was like he was trying to figure out what my game was. I didn’t have one. Not really. I just needed to get through the next few days until Gio came by and told me what I needed to do, and—
“Stop.”
I froze. The strap of a lacy white bra was falling down my arm.
“Come here, Sophia.” He was holding out his hand, and I took it. I was almost dancing toward him in the tiny thong and bra that was virginal and white, but left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Matteo’s fingers were warm and rough against my palm as he pulled me toward him.
“Oh, is this the first one you don’t like?”
Matteo’s eyes bugged out of his head. “I like this one most of all. Virginal and white for my almost virgin.” A hand closed over my hip and squeezed. “So let’s not play any games, Sophia. I know what you are trying to do.”
“And what’s that?” I asked sweetly.
“You’re trying to get control, but let’s be clear. You’re not the one in control, Sophia. I am.” Lifting his chin, he smiled at me. Only it wasn’t a nice smile. Sure, it was full of lust, but there was no kindness in it.
He didn’t even look like he liked me.
“Knees.”
Doing a double-take, I stared at him. “What?” Surely he hadn’t just ordered me onto my knees like that? Like I was some common….
“I want you on your knees, Sophia.” A finger stroked across my cheek and across my lips. And before I knew what I was doing, I opened them for him.
“Seeing you in this reminds me so much of the first time I had your mouth on me. You were wearing white lace that night as well, weren’t you?”
“Was I? I don’t remember,” I lied. Truth was, I remembered every single time I had been with Matteo, from our first kiss to all the times we had fooled around, right up until the night he had made love to me for the first time and my whole life had imploded.
“Or have you forgotten how I like it, Sophia?”
“I…Matteo.”
“Come on, Sophia, you’ve been trying to seduce me for the last hour.” Leaning back, he motioned. “So, seduce me. It’s not like you haven’t had my cock in your mouth befor—"
Glaring at him, I fell to my knees before he could finish the sentence. My hands slid up his firm, muscular thighs.
A look passed over his face that was wild and predatory. Hot as hell. My core clenched. He was right, of course. I had been trying to gain some control by seducing him, and it looked like it had backfired.
Maybe.
“You’re right,” I said innocently, my hands sliding up his thighs to the buckle of his belt. It was only then that I paused and met his eyes.
“I have done this before, haven’t I?” Slowly, I unclasped it, drawing the rich leather free and popping open his top button.
“Yeah.” Matteo’s voice shook, and it looked like he was going to reach for my face, but at the last minute, he simply flexed his fingers at his side and waited.
