“You’re so perfect, Sophia.” His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, as he held me to him. And it felt like his hands were everywhere as he claimed ownership of my mouth.
“Let me be all of your firsts.” Sucking my lip into his mouth, his hands tiptoed up across my ribs and brushed against the underside of my breast. Moaning, I thrust them out. I wanted nothing more than his hands to touch me there.
“I’ll be your first kiss, your first date. All of it.” Groaning, he brought his lips to the hollow of my throat. I couldn’t help it, I moaned. It was a needy, whimpering sound that ripped its way out of my lips before I could bite it back.
“Jesus, Sophia.” Nibbling the skin there, he ground me down onto his hardness. “How am I supposed to do the right thing when you sound like that?”
I didn’t know what he meant, but he kissed me again, and it no longer mattered.
All that mattered was his mouth on mine.
“How am I supposed to let you go?”
“Then don’t.” Breathing heavily, we came apart, but he didn’t move me off of his lap, and his hands settled back on my thighs.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Sophia?”
“Yes, Matteo?”
“Your brother is going to kill me.”
Yeah, he was. “Only if he finds out. I won’t tell him so you don’t have to worry.”
His eyes flashed. “I’m not worried, Sophia. I don’t care if Gio finds out. In fact, it would be easier if he did because I’m not going to let you go. You’re mine now.”
Chapter Twelve
Sophia
Rolling over in the bed, I stretched out my arms across the cold sheets and…
Nothing.
It had been over a week since he had brought up the past. Eight days to be exact, and nothing had changed between us. If anything, it had gotten worse.
I let my hands sprawl over the cold sheets next to me.
The bed around me was cold and empty, just like it had been every morning since Matteo had dropped me back here and peeled off without even a goodbye.
Eight days, and I wasn’t used to waking up alone. And that’s what was getting to me the most. Every morning, I woke up to Lily climbing into bed with me.
Throwing my hands over my face, I sucked in several deep breaths. I would not cry. I wouldn’t. Because crying didn’t make a damn difference. All I had to do was get through the next few weeks, and then I would be able to get back to her. I could put all of this mess behind me.
I could go back to my daughter and my life.
And leave Matteo for a second time, a small voice inside my head hissed.
Groaning, I sat up, letting the blankets fall around my waist.
And there was the problem. I should want to leave Matteo. I should hate him. I did hate him, but there were small moments, like that night in the car when he had kissed me like his life depended on it, that made me doubt everything.
When it came to Matteo, I couldn’t trust myself. It had always been that way. Right from that night he had rescued me from a disastrous date and kissed me for the very first time. Ever since that night, it had been like he owned me body and soul.
“Pull yourself together, Sophia,” I snapped angrily at myself, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing to stretch. This wouldn’t last forever, and Lily was looked after. I knew that. The only reason I was confused was because I was here with him.
Only I wasn’t with him. I hadn’t seen or heard from him in over a week. Sure, he sent groceries, and there was no guard outside my door stopping me from leaving, but I wasn’t stupid. He would be watching my every move, which meant I couldn’t contact Lily.
Not yet, anyway. Soon, though, because I needed to hear her sweet little voice.
