“But it would be inside my mouth.”
“Layne, please, I have this…”
I take an obvious step away from him, holding his confused gaze with a seriousness that wasn’t there a second ago. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you, and I hope I didn’t come across that way, Matteo. It’s not an excuse, and I’m sorry I was being pushy. But being around you, it’s like I become a different person—an addict, almost. I see you, and I’m a mess with this insatiable hunger for more and more. The only thing that helps is to touch you.”
The smile on his face gets bigger. Brighter, if that’s at all possible. “You know why?”
Matteo flips our dynamics on its head, backing me into the corner, lifting my skirt and cupping my sex with his hand. “Because you’re falling for me, as hard and as fast as I have for you. Trust me, Layne. Any other time, I would let you sink to your knees, and I’d watch you suck and lick my cock until I erupted in pleasure inside your mouth. Tonight, though, I need that to happen out there.” He flicks his chin, his words and tone slow and relaxed, despite the way he rubs his fingers over my bare pussy. “We never get the night to ourselves. And, fuck, I have this fantasy of you that will not let up. So, yes, I fucking gloat when you offer to take the edge off, and I’ll forever say yes, but tonight has to happen my way.” I tip my hips slightly, and his finger dips inside. “Let me love you right.”
“You do already.”
“I do, don’t I?” He winks at me, then his head tips to the side, like he’s just realized something. He buries his hand undermy skirt until his fingers are rubbing over me again. “You didn’t want to wear panties?”
“You told me not to.” I whine, the noise coming from the back of my throat as he rubs his thumb over my clit.
The elevator doors open, and he walks me to his CT5-V Blackwing with his fingers still buried deep in my pussy. The smile on his face, the galaxy of stars in his eyes, has me whimpering like I’m about to come.
“We’re not rushing tonight,” he soothes, fumbling with the door, so I can sink down into the passenger seat, but it’s hard to do with him fingering me. Still, the incentive means I find a way to manage.
Matteo spreads my legs apart and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Let me see if Val or Dante are free.”
The phone rings once, and it picks up. He holds the phone up at the same time as he uses his finger and his thumb to split my saturated lips apart. The sticky noise should be offensive, but given how Matteo and Valentine whisper their illicit praises, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to be self-conscious of the sound, nor of the way I can feel my opening pulsing in need.
“Jesus, wife, you’re superb in all your longing. And fuck you, Matteo,” Valentine snaps. “Send me a photo after you’ve satisfied my beautiful cunt.”
The phone hangs up, and Matteo dips down really low to suck on my clit. His mouth is heavenly, and I was already so wound up, it literally takes a couple of hard swipes of his tongue, and I’m moaning under my breath. He licks the sexual tension I’ve been struggling with away. Kind of.
“You feel so good when you come on my tongue. But that’s it. No more orgasms until I say.”
He straightens, and being the gentleman he is, helps me get settled and facing the front before closing the door. As he walks around his side of the car, he keeps his eyes on me, and I get oneof his filthy, dirty smirks. His lips are glistening as much as his eyes are glittering.
He keeps winding me up. Knowingly. Skillfully. And even though he just licked me to orgasm, I’m trembling again, pining for more.
Matteo starts his car. And, goddamn, I loved this car before, but now I love it harder. The thunder-like vibrations of the CT5-V Blackwing’s 668 horsepower engine, vibrating through my seat right up and through my pussy, makes my fading pleasure reignite and simmer. He revs the car, and again, and I have to cross my legs and dig my nails into my palms in a desperate attempt to tamp down my lust. I turn and glare at him.
He looks so innocent. “Sorry.” He most definitely is not.
I unhook my legs and wiggle my skirt up over my hips before rolling my hips in a circle and messing up the leather. “It’s all good.”
He barks out a laugh as he drops the clutch, and we go flying out of the garage and into the night.
Matteo makes a couple of phone calls, and it gives me the chance to open the window and let the cool night air clear my senses. He was right before. I’m in so deep, but the big difference is, now I’m not fighting our connection. I’m still scared shitless, but isn’t that what falling in love is all about? Especially when you’ve been hurt and on your own for so long.
For dinner, he surprises me, taking us to a small, outdoor Spanish-style restaurant on the opposite side of the river from Styke. I can actually see the lights of Jana’s restaurant in the distance, but it’s not what I focus on. I focus all my attention on the incredible man in front of me.
“Can I order for you? Feed you?” he asks as soon as we sit.
The restaurant is busy, considering how late it is, but I like the post-dinner rush vibe.
“Of course,” I say quietly.
He orders a couple of dishes for us to share, along with a bottle of wine. He plays with my hair, not talking too much, but we spend the time making a hundred plans for our future as we stare deeply into each other’s eyes.
I wish I could say I remember what we ate. I don’t at all. But I remember his unwavering attention, each time he offered me something off his plate. We share our undeniable connection with lots of stolen, gentle kisses in between him feeding me.
“Dessert?” He winks as he appears in front of me after paying the bill, holding his hand out in invitation. His eyes are full of heated promises.
Keeping our fingers interlaced, he drapes a jacket over my shoulders before he walks us down along the water's edge.
