“One night.” I swallowed. “One night wouldn’t hurt anyone, wouldit?”
There was no hesitation to her smile. “No, I don’t think it would hurt.”
I pounced forward, and Matilda mirrored my movements as she walked backward. Slamming the door behind me, I pulled her face to mine.
We were a tangle oflimbs, clothes, and grabbing hands, both of us racing to get the other’s clothes off as fast as possible. Our heavy breaths mingled as we kissed as if our lives depended onit.
And despite knowing that this couldn’t end well, I deepened the kiss. Nothing had ever felt so fucking good. Her full lips felt like heaven and sin all wrapped into one, and I was happily drowning in purgatory.
I pushed off her jacket, then the tiny straps of her dress from her shoulders, replacing them with my lips. My memory of her smooth, hot skin wasnothingin comparison to the real thing. She shivered under my touch, her hips pressing forward into mine, looking for relief.
And I fucking obliged.
I barely registered the heavy beating in my chest as I devoured the spot between her neck and shoulder, savoring every moan and sigh that fell from her lips. Each sound was like a serenade written and sung with the sole purpose of making me more desperate forher.
Snaking my hand to the nape of her neck and into her hair, Icoaxed her head back to expose her throat.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” I murmured, nipping at the column of her throat before trailing up toward her ear. Her neck erupted in goosebumps as my teeth brushed her skin, and I pulled her hips into mine with my other hand. I groaned, her soft stomach pressing against my dick, easing the building pressure for a second.
“Come here.” I gripped her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist, needing her closer.
I carried Matilda to her bedroom, wholly focused on devouring her. Her hands greedily roamed my shoulders, neck, chest—every touch sending waves of pleasure straight to my cock.
Repositioning my hands, I slid them back to grip her ass, savoring the fullness as she writhed in my arms.
I threw her onto the bed, eliciting a short yelp of surprise before her eyes flared with heat. Her legs drifted apart, and her lips parted in an unspoken invitation.
So she likes being thrown around a bit. Noted.
And she was avision. Tousled hair, bee-stung lips, stretched across her thick white quilt. And I’d done that to her. Primal satisfaction surged within me, reveling at the sight of her marked as mine.
“You are so fucking sexy, do you know that?” My eyes roamed her body, drinking her in. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and despite her blush, her tanned, curved legs parted further in invitation.
“I’m about to fuck you until you see stars, and you still can’t take a compliment without blushing.”
Her eyes darkened. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I reached for my belt and, with deliberate slowness, began to unbuckle it. Her eyes flickered down and sparkled with intrigue as she watched my measured movements. As the leather slid throughthe loops, her pupils dilated.
Interesting.
Throwing the belt onto the bed, I brushed my hands up her legs before wrapping them underneath her knees and pulling her down thebed.
Conveniently, the skirt of her dress bunched with the movement, revealing her pink, lacy thong.
Without taking my eyes off Matilda, I knelt between her legs, positioning myself so they were spread wide.
“I want to eat you like this.” She squirmed, hips rising, looking for anything to relieve the pressure. “Are you going to make me proud and beg this time?” I pressed a palm to her lower stomach, halting her needy movements. Raising an eyebrow, I waited.
“Please, Luca,” she moaned, and I rewarded her by dragging my hand lower across the front of her thong, circlingjust abovethe place she wanted it. Her breathing came in short, heated gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Oh my god.” Her hips rose again, and I dragged my hand back up to her stomach, further away from where she wanted. She groaned, “Please, please, please.”
“Please what?” I grazed my fingers lower, Matilda’s stomach hollowing with the movement.
“Please put your mouth onme.”
I tugged the thong down her legs, discarding it off the end of the bed, before surveying my handiwork. “God, you’re fucking beautiful. So needy and desperate, spread out forme.”
