But I don’t.
∞∞∞
When we pull into the parking level of the apartment block, I bring the car to a halt and then carefully unbuckle her seatbelt. She barely moves when I ease her out of the seat, kicking the door closed behind us, and carry her to the elevator.
She’s tall but manages to curl against my chest like a small child as I cradle her. It’s probably the closest I’ve ever come to wanting to nurture a woman. Although I guess my protective instinct has been hardwired into me. Watching over Dario was something I grew up doing.
“Mateo?” she mumbles as I set her on the bed. I straighten and look down at her. There’s a lot we need to discuss. But right now, it’s hard to do more than gaze at her. Cheeks flushed with sleep. Hair mussed. So goddamned beautiful.
“We’re home,” I say softly. She reaches a hand up to grasp mine.
“Don’t go,” she says. “Stay here with me.”
I frown, then sit on the bed beside her. Being here is doing strange things to my chest. If I had one functioning brain cell in my head, I’d get the hell out. Right now.
But I kick off my shoes and sink down behind her, pulling her into the curve of my body. Her scent warms me as I nuzzle my face into the crook of her shoulder. Sweet. So damned sweet.
“Mateo…?” she murmurs.
“Mmmm?” I respond.
“Will you make love to me?” she asks.
Love?
“Sure,” I say into her hair, sliding my hand up the soft swell of her hip. The zipper of her dress runs from the nape of her neck to the crease between her buttocks. As I tug it down, I expose a creamy river of skin that ripples with gooseflesh as I trail a fingertip down it.
“Ummm,” she exhales. “I like that…”
I follow the path of my fingertip with my lips, and she moves sinuously.
“That too?” I ask.
“Yeah… It’s good,” she says huskily. I shift slightly, lifting her up to slide her sleeves down her arms and then pulling her dress down over her hips. Her underwear is black lace and enfolds her flesh like it’s a gift. When I unhook the strap of her bra, lush globes spring free. I pull her back against my torso again, cupping her breasts in my hands as I run my lips down her neck.
Her nipples stand to attention, and she arches her back, twining her legs between mine.
“Take off your clothes. I want to feel your skin against mine,” she says.
I rise slightly, reach a hand behind my shoulders, and pull the collar of my shirt up until it slips over my head. When I unsnap my fly and tug my pants over my hips, she slides a hand behind her, fingers moving over my bare skin.
“God, you’re so damn strong,” she murmurs. “It’s like I can feel each one of your muscles under your flesh.” I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing, just pulling her back up against me. Already my cock is throbbing, and when she wriggles her ass against me, I have to grit my teeth to resist the urge to slide right into her.
“I want you,” she husks out.
“Slow… Take it slow,” I reply, though I can’t say why. I want her pinned beneath me right now. But I keep remembering how broken she seemed just a short while ago. I want to take care of her now.
I keep her held firmly against my front, her breast spilling over my palm as I thumb her nipple. She gasps and tips her head back, allowing my lips access to her throat as I trail a hand down her belly. The path to her pussy is unobstructed; she spreads her thighs wide as my fingers brush her mound.
“Oh, God, yes,” she breathes out as I slide my fingers between her folds. She’s slick with need already, although that’s no surprise. This woman seems charged for sex every time I touch her. “Rub my clit,” she urges, sliding a hand over mine to guide my movement.
Her boldness is such a fucking turn-on that my cock twitches against her. She rubs her ass against me again, and then I’m sliding my cock between her ass cheeks and nudging along the line of her slit. But I’m still determined not to rush into this. I simply let my shaft slip along her slippery flesh, bumping against our entwined fingers as she guides me over her engorged nub.
“I need you to fuck me, Mateo,” she whimpers, arching her back.
Fuck? What happened to love?
I don’t give in to her. I’ve already decided this is going slow. Although the mouth of her pussy gapes each time my cockhead slides over it. As if she’s hoping I’ll change my mind and slip into her.
