“Kiss you…” For a second, he looked angry, and then he pulled me straight over the center console and into his lap, giving me no choice but to straddle his lap as my dress rose up so high it was basically around my waist.
His mouth found mine, angry, demanding, almost hateful.
It was like he put everything into it, every single thing he had been feeling for six years.
I clung to him. I was as angry as he was. I was desperate as well.
This was always the way with him and me, always heated, always confusing.
“Matteo.” Breathless, I pulled away. Leaning my forehead against him, my breasts heaved, brushing against his chest with every breath I took. The arm he had around my waist tightened, keeping me locked to him.
“I know,” he sighed,
I hadn’t even said anything, but we both knew what I meant when I said his name.
This whole situation was messed up. Neither one of us knew what we were doing. We wanted revenge. At least I knew I did, but that was when I wasn’t with him.
When he was close to me, it was hard to remember anything but how much I had always loved him.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve been sitting on me in the front of a car.” He chuckled.
My eyes snapped open to find him staring straight at me. “What?
There were golden flecks in his eyes this close, beautiful spots like someone had dusted his eyes with gold.
“Don’t you remember?”
I remembered, but I wasn’t sure I believed he did. “Yeah, of course I remember. I just wasn’t sure why you would.”
One dark eyebrow arched up. “Why wouldn’t I remember it, Sophia? That was the night I first realized what actual fear was.” His lips brushed over mine. “And what true fucking happiness was as well. Do you remember?”
Chapter Eleven
Sophia
“Do you remember?” His words seemed to echo around my head.
“Yeah.” My voice broke, and I had to clear my throat. “Yeah, I remember. You rescued me from a party.”
Matteo’s eyes darkened. “I rescued you from a date from hell. One where he wanted to…well, he wasn’t planning on being a gentleman with you.”
I blushed. It had been years and years since that night, but the fear and shame were still heavy weights in my chest.
“You never did tell me where you had met him.”
“At a coffee shop,” I mumbled. “I met him at a coffee shop. He seemed like a nice guy.” I gave him a small shrug.
“Well, he wasn’t that, was he?”
“No”, I admitted softly. “No, he wasn’t a nice guy at all.”
“Come on.” Zane’s hand tightened around mine, crushing my bones and refusing to let go even when I tried to drag my hand back. “Let’s go somewhere more private, Sophie.”
I bristled. “Sophia.”
He rolled his blue eyes at me, his blond hair reflecting the lights that strobed overhead like a rainbow. “Like it matters.”
Frowning, I looked around for any sign of anyone I knew. Only I knew before I looked that there wasn’t going to be anyone. This wasn’t the kind of party anyone I knew from school would be seen dead at.
