“Andy,” he says softly. I don’t know if it’s a warning or encouragement. Either way, I don’t care. My glass slips through my fingers and tumbles to the carpet as I twist and push myself against his chest. I catch a glimpse of startled dark eyes as my lips meet his. And then his mouth opens, and his arm snakes around my waist. I’m pulled up against that hard chest again, my fingers curling into his crisp white shirt.
“Oh God,” I groan when I eventually come up for air. There’s a faint tint to his cheeks that’s more than simply the flicker of firelight. Need glitters in his eyes. I’m sure it’s reflected in my own.
“Andy, I—” he begins, but I touch a fingertip to his mouth to silence him. I rise to my feet and reach for his hand. He hesitates, then stands up with me as I step backward, tugging him along with me.
“Don’t speak,” I say softly as I lead him to the bedroom. There’s no time for words now.
Chapter 11
Mateo Ricci
This is a mistake.
A big fucking mistake. But I couldn’t stop myself now any more than I could stop the sun from rising in the morning.
I’m standing beside a king-size bed, facing a view of the ocean that must be worth a cool million. But the view in front of me is what has my attention. Andy is peeling her t-shirt up over her chest and tossing it aside. She keeps her eyes on mine as she unbuttons her jeans and rolls them down her thighs, kicking them past her bare feet. The moonlight that glimmers through the huge picture window touches her with silver, and she’s so lovely it makes my chest ache. I know I should be closing the drapes and shielding us from anyone who might be lurking outside, but I’m glued to the spot.
I feel my throat work as she reaches for my jacket and pushes it down over my shoulders. It pools on the floor behind me, but I barely notice it land. She holds my eyes as her hands work down the line of buttons on the front of my shirt. When her fingers brush my skin, it’s like fire coursing through me. By the time those fingers get to my belt, I can feel my cock straining against the front of my pants.
Fuck, I want this woman.
Yet my hands cover hers, stopping her as she fumbles with the belt buckle.
“Andy,” I say yet again.
This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. Words I should be saying, but I don’t.
“Please, Mateo…I need this now,” she says hoarsely. Against all my better judgment, I toe off my shoes and allow her to pull my belt loose. She’s almost shaking as she tugs my pants free of my hips. I help her, stepping out of them, and shrugging my shoulders free of my shirt, then stand facing her.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she murmurs, running her palms down my chest to my belly. It makes something clench in my gut, and I suck in a breath. She’s wearing just a simple cotton bra and matching briefs, but on her, they’re as lovely as lace lingerie. And yet, the sooner these last barriers are off, the better. When she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, the ripe globes of her full breasts swing free, and I groan out loud.
“Jesus…” I murmur, reaching out to touch a puckering nipple. She groans in return, and I heft the weight of one breast in my palm.
“Yes,” she breathes out the word.
“Touch me, Mateo.” I don’t need further encouragement. I’ve wanted to get my hands on this body since I first saw her. Not that I’ve ever allowed myself to consider the possibility. Yet now here she is, warm and eager for me. And the sound of my name on her lips is like tinder in a wildfire. I trail a hand down her torso, cupping her mound through the cotton.
“God,” she hisses out.
“Yes…don’t stop…” I slip my hand beneath the elastic of the waistband and feel a silken brush of curls before my fingers travel further, delving past pussy lips that are already slick with wanting. Moisture pools into my hand.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan. The scent of her is rising around me in a cloud, and I feel my cock throb harder. When she falls against me, her hands tugging at the top of my briefs, my breath quickens. There are a thousand things I want to do to this woman, but right now, I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode the second she touches me. When her fingers curl around my shaft, I almost do.
“You’re hard as a rock,” she moans out and looks up at me. “I need you in me,” she adds. “I need you to fuck me. Please, Mateo. Fuck me till I can’t think of any of it anymore.”
I don’t need another invitation. I press a hand firmly between those beautiful tits, and she drops back onto the mattress without resistance. A quick tug has her panties down her thighs, and then I push a knee up between them, standing and looking down at where she’s lying. She’s splayed on the bed, her feet on the floor, knees wide. A vision of lust. I scoop her ass into my hands and lift her hips deftly as I step closer. Close enough for the head of my cock to brush along her slick slit.
“Mateo…” she mewls, bobbing her hips up. My next move has me sinking in to the hilt, and she lets out a cry.
“Fuuuuck!” she chokes out.
I almost echo the sound. The warm interior of her cunt is like heaven on earth, and I feel my balls pull tight. I pause for a second, almost afraid I’m going to shoot off too soon. But she’s twisting up against me, her ankles locking around my hips.
“Do it!” she pleads. “Fuck me…fuck me hard!”
I pull back and plunge in again, feeling our mounds grinding together before I draw out and then thrust back. The force of it has the soft flesh of her breasts jiggling. Her face twists in pleasure.
Chapter 12
