So I would just have to find another way.
“Matteo.” My hands tightened in his hair, tangling it between my fingers. I ground against his face, riding it.
Losing myself in it.
Hips bucking, I lost myself in the feel of his hands and his lips and his magically skilled tongue that seemed to know just how I needed to be licked and sucked.
“You taste like sunshine and happiness.” Matteo swirled his tongue around my clit, coaxing it from its little hood.“You taste like the only happiness I have ever known.”
He sucked that little bud into his mouth.
“Matteo!” I screamed his name because it was the only one I could remember. Mine didn’t matter.
There was only him.
Mouth latched over my aching, dripping pussy, Matteo's eyes snapped open.
We stared at each other over the length of my naked body, and I sucked in a breath.
Would he stop now or…
Slowly, he lifted his face, a wild look in his eyes, and plunged two fingers back into me, working them hard.
No, he wasn’t going to stop.
An almost maniacal smile spread across his glistening lips. “I was wondering when you were going to stop pretending to sleep, Sophia.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Matteo
I couldn’t stop thinking about what the man in the club had said before I’d knocked out half his teeth and blown apart his kneecap in a rage.
Gio had known about me and Sophia from the beginning.
If that was true, then it changed everything.
“Sophia?” I slipped inside the dark, quiet penthouse and was met with nothing but silence.
Kicking off my shoes, I went in search of her. I found her asleep, the blankets crumpled around her waist. There wasn’t much light, but enough to see the smooth outline of her slender legs and the peaceful way her lips had parted.
I couldn’t help it. I stifled back a groan. Sophia was mine. Did it really matter who knew it now or even who knew it back then?
What mattered was the here and now.
Tiptoeing forward, I knelt on the edge of the mattress, reaching for her so I could bring her awake slowly and kiss her.
“Matteo,” she moaned my name, stopping me in my tracks. Only she wasn’t calling for me to stop. Somehow, I had invaded her dreams.
“Please, Matteo,” she moaned again,
A small triumphant smile spread across my face. Oh, I had invaded her dreams, all right, and I knew just what she was dreaming about because I knew the tone of her voice when she was turned on.
“Please.”
I let my fingers slide up her calf, slowly tiptoeing up her slim legs. “I’m here, baby. Just relax.”
Inch by inch, I let my fingers climb, and she shifted her weight, rolling onto her back and giving me clear and easy access.
