“Oh, dear God…there! Yes! Right there!” I feel every muscle go tense and then relax in a rush as the sensations flood through me. “Jesus, yes! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!” Now I’m grateful for that massive arm holding me up. My knees have gone weak. He tilts his head slightly as he watches the expressions playing over my face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so exposed – or so satisfied – in my life. And though I know there was something upsetting me when I stepped into this cubicle, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was.
“Good?” he asks as he pulls his fingers from me with a sucking sound. My cheeks are crimson, but he seems oblivious to my embarrassment. I manage a feeble nod. “I’m glad,” he says. “I owed you from before, in the car. And we Riccis…we’re not comfortable with debt.”
“Okay,” I manage to croak out. Then I’m speechless as I watch him raise his hand and suck his fingers into his mouth.
“I like the way your pussy tastes,” he says. Then he releases me and steps out of the shower cubicle. I collapse against the wall again, splaying my palms there to stop myself from sliding to the floor. I’m not just relaxed. I’m boneless.
“Come out to eat whenever you’re ready,” he says over his shoulder. I stare wide-eyed as he leaves the room. I can’t answer. Still can’t speak.
Holy fuck.
Just when I thought I had a handle on men, the Universe throws this one at me and knocks my socks off. And that means trouble. Because I don’t even want to think about falling for Mateo Ricci.
Chapter 4
Andy Carter
Iwake up aching everywhere in the most delicious way. I turn my head and feel a strange pang in my chest at the sight of Mateo sleeping there. Fuck, he’s gorgeous when he’s sleeping. I’ve never seen him this unguarded…and I like it. There’s a beauty to those hard features when he’s relaxed like this.
Though I’ll admit, I also like that face when it’s contorted in ecstasy. The furrow between those dark brows. The way his expression intensifies, grows focused…as if seeking out his pleasure through sheer force of will.
I reach out to stroke a curl from his forehead, realizing he has my other hand clutched against his chest. Fingers intertwined like sweethearts holding hands.
Would it be this way if we were to wake up together every morning? If we were truly husband and wife?
Watch yourself, girl. You’re playing with fire.
Thick, dark lashes flutter, and suddenly I’m looking into those rich chocolate eyes. I swallow hard, feeling as if I’ve been caught spying.
“Hey,” he says, his voice husky with sleep.
“Hey yourself,” I say lightly, forcing down emotions that have no business flooding my heart. He turns to face me and raises his hand to trace my cheek.
“How do you get to be so beautiful first thing in the morning?” he asks. My stomach does a flip-flop.
“I got up an hour ago to meet the hair and make-up crew,” I try to joke. He reaches for my wrist and pulls me toward him.
“Oh, yeah?” he murmurs against my lips. “Well, they did a great job.” I stifle a grin as his mouth closes over mine. And I feel my body responding almost immediately as his hand slides down over the curve of my hip. How the hell could I still be thinking of sex? After practically hand-feeding me last night, he’d taken me on the sofa in the lounge and then again in bed. He woke me again during the night. Or perhaps I’d woken him. Either way, I can’t get enough of the man. It’s like I’m under some sort of spell.
“You taste good,” he says when he raises his head from the kiss.
“Mmm…you said that before,” I reply.
“I was talking about your pussy,” he teases. “Now, I mean your lips.”
I feel the blood warm my face again and duck my head. Why does he make me feel so much like a giggling girl?
“Come here,” he says, pulling me on top of his lean, hard body. “I have something to show you.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, you do, huh? And what would that be?”
He curls an arm around my waist and presses a knee between mine. As my thighs splay over his hips, my eyes widen.
“Take a guess,” he chuckles, his fingers firm on my hip.
“Oh!” I gulp as I feel something hard prodding insistently against my gooey core. “Oh, yesss…”
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