And I think I might need him out of mine too.
“Just once is all we need.”
The elevator dings when it reaches my floor. I pull back, my eyes searching his for a brief second.. “What if it doesn’t work?”
“It has to,” he rasps, his nostrils widening. I love seeing him like this, unraveling for me.
The doors slide open and I give him a gentle shove, smirking as I reach for his hand and walk out into the hall. “It’s cute that you think you won’t be the one getting attached.”
Matteo’s silent as I lead him into my apartment, but as soon as the door shuts behind him, his hands find me once more.
“I’m already attached, Sunny baby,” he murmurs, grabbing my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Let me pretend I still have some control over what’s happening here.”
His hands slide around my back, slipping down over the back pockets of my jeans, and beneath my ass. He grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me into the air in one fluid movement. Instinctively, my hands go around the back of his neck and my legs wrap around his torso. He kicks off his shoes the same time mine fall off my feet.
“Which room is yours?”
“End of the hall, on the left,” I murmur, trailing my lips along his sharp jaw covered in day-old stubble. I like it. It makes him look a bit more…undone.
Matteo moans, his hands gripping my ass as he stalks through my apartment, his strides long and purposeful. My lips move to his ear, finding the soft skin beneath it. I nip at his flesh, sliding my hands through his damp hair.
“Jade,” he pants as I drag my tongue along the side of his throat. His cock presses against my ass and he quickly turns to the left.
We don’t make it past the kitchen.
He sets me down on the island, shrugs off his coat and leaves it on the floor. His hands reach for the bottom hem of my shirt. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice quiet, eyes searching mine as his fingertips dance across my skin.
“No.”
He grips the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up and over my head before tossing it onto the floor. His eyes immediately widen as they roam across my bare chest. My nipples instantly hardened under his burning gaze.
“No bra,” he rasps, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. His hands start at my collarbones, tracing the dips and curves of my body. He drags his fingertips around the outer swell of my full breasts, his eyes flickering to mine. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding my head. My heart gallops. “Everything you’re doing is okay. If something isn’t, I’ll tell you.”
His nostrils flare and he nods once. His palms are hot against my skin as he slides them beneath my breasts, cupping them. His eyes are still on mine as he brushes his thumbs over my hard nipples.
I suck in a sharp inhale, my lips parting with a ragged breath. His pupils dilate before he lowers down to pull my pebbled flesh into his mouth. My head falls back, warmth spreading through my body as he draws my nipple between his teeth, sucking and tasting. Teasing and nipping.
He trails his lips across my chest, giving the same attention to my other breast as he plays with the other with his hand. I’m coming apart at the seams, melting like candle wax in his palms.
“I need you, Matteo,” I moan, lifting my head as he releases my nipple. He stands upright, not stopping me as I reach for hisshirt and drag it up and over his head. I toss it onto the floor and reach for the front of his pants. He grabs my hands, pulling them away from his zipper. In one fluid movement, he lowers me onto the counter, the marble cooling my skin as he sweeps my arms above my head and pins both wrists with his right hand.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, his mouth finding mine. He kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling away. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you the right way.”
Holy shit. I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I want him right now.
My breath catches, my pulse thundering as he trails his lips along my jaw, down my throat. He drags his hands down my body and they roam across my flesh as his mouth makes a path to the waistband of my pants.
He slips the button through the hole of my jeans, his fingers finding the zipper and slowly dragging it down.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never,” I rasp as he slips his hands beneath the waistband of my jeans.
“Lift your hips for me, Sunny,” he murmurs as his hands move around my bottom. I lift and he drags my jeans and panties down the length of my legs, discarding them as he slips them from my feet.
He’s on his knees pushing mine apart as his fingers press into the insides of my legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he growls, inching his fingertips closer to the apex of my thighs. “I just need one taste.”
