A handful of words from him, and as well as being giddy, I’m blinking back tears, but I think that’s how my day is going to be. And I seriously give zero fucks about how all over the place I am. As long as I am with them, I really don’t care. “Thanks, I need to go shower, or I’ll look like the Grinch, and that will definitely keep people away from you.”
My earlier breakdown in the shower didn’t count, since I came out of that looking worse than when I’d gone in.
“Or I can come back in and leave you so blitzed out in an orgasm haze, you’ll float through the day,” he suggests, and the overly loud noise he makes at the end lets me know exactly where his hands are.
“Valentine,” I squeal, before a blush so hot and vibrant blazes across my skin, I have to fan my face with my hand. “Go take a cold shower! Actually, I’m going to have one.”
Valentine chuckles, intentionally adding more of his designation like a final tease before he reverts to his other persona. “We need to leave in an hour.”
I feel him leave, as opposed to hearing him go.
The cold shower helps allay nerves and tempers my lust. As I’m about to rinse the conditioner from my hair, Matteo appears in the bathroom, his brown eyes dancing all over my body.
“Are you coming to join me?”
“I shouldn’t. I was just dropping off some toast and lemonade.” He shrugs before he starts undressing. “I wouldn’t miss any opportunity to be with you.”
I make room for him. As soon as he is in front of me, Matteo dips down to kiss the hollow of my throat before trailing his mouth up until he’s at mine. I get a smile against my lips, as opposed to a kiss, before he turns me around and gives me a head massage. Then, before I can offer to return the favor, he’s using the body wash he brought for me to lather me up.
He pampers me, head to toe, dropping in a few teasing bites here and there before he stands up and moves completely out of the way and raises his arm, pointing out of the shower.
“Get your ass out of here, minx.”
I feel so torn, but at the same time, I can feel the hour Valentine said we have fast disappearing.
Matteo finishes his shower, then shaves at the sink next to me while I do my makeup. I absolutely adore having him around me, even though we don’t talk. Just sharing the same space with him is therapeutic for my heart and soul.
“Let me brush your hair?” he says once he’s done, the towel tucked around his waist.
“Matteo”—I cup his face—“don’t take this the wrong way, but get the hell out of here.”
“It’s knowing my perfect dick is under here, isn’t it?” he asks seriously while undoing the towel, showing me what most certainly is the reason I’m kicking him out.
Much like I did with Valentine, I shove him through the doorway, then turn on the hair dryer to drown out his suggestive teasing. Which is harder than it sounds. Now that I’ve found my pack, I’m wanting to spend an awful lot of time with them, and not just for their intelligence. Pack De Luca has me constantly craving sex in any way, shape, or form.
Somehow, I manage to focus and replicate the half-up, half-down style I saw on a reel. Spraying the curls in hair spray, so they hold longer, I open the door, half expecting to find Matteo still naked, but it’s infinitely worse. He’s in a tuxedo.
As I clutch my chest and stagger back into the bathroom, he catches my retreat with a husky laugh. “Stop fucking around. The sooner we go, the sooner I can find somewhere at the event to fuck you stupid.”
With a gentle hold, he steers me into the walk-in closet, where everything is laid out, as Valentine promised.
“No talking. Just keep your lusty fuck-me eyes to yourself, okay? My control is about to snap,” he teases as he holds up my panties for me.
I get one leg up before his control snaps. His hand wraps like a vise around my ankle, trapping me with one of my legs in the air. In the very next moment, his mouth is on me, his tongue so far up my pussy, I arch up on tippy toes.
Lust ignites, and I stink up a caramel-scented storm, thick with need and heavy with arousal. Matteo watches me closely as he continues to eat me, but before I even have a chance to get my fingers in his hair, so I can grind myself over his mouth, he stops and goes back to pulling up my panties.
“Not fair, Matteo,” I growl, doing a passable interpretation of a rabid Alpha.
“Untrue,” he says quietly. “Now your taste is on my tongue, and your pussy is buzzing. It would be cruel for the both of us to attend today any other way.”
I glare at him and keep glaring while he feigns innocence. Matteo keeps his focus as he finishes dressing me in my underwear.
“Il mio tutto?” Dante’s voice yells out, cutting through the sexual tension.
“In here.”
“Hopefully fucking naked with your legs spread. I’ve decided Nonna would want you full of my come.” He stops talking when he finds me and Matteo. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby, I can’t mess you up when you look like that.”
