My hands greedily obey and splay out over his hot, toned stomach. His skin is so soft but solid, and I explore the edges and bumps with my fingertips and my palms. I could keep my hands on him all day.
“Mmm,” he moans softly. “Are you wearing a bra?”
Suddenly I wish I wasn’t.
“Yes?”
Matteo nods and licks his lips. “I want to put my mouth on you, over your clothes. Your nipples will feel good, even through the double layer of fabric. Tell me no if you don’t want me to.”
Instead of saying no, I lift my hands off his abs and use them to push my hair behind my shoulders, leaving no obstacle between him and my small but perky breasts. He moves one of his arms to put his hand behind my back and leans in closer, opening his mouth.
He closes his lips firmly over my right breast, sending a shocking new sensation all the way down to the heat between my legs. And when he sucks in, rocking his hips in tandem, my world lights up like a flash bang.
I cry out, the noise coming out of me far too loud and far too fast. Matteo catches my lips in his to muffle it, and lifts his hips up into mine, trying to drag out the delicious climax he’s brought me to.
I don’t know how long it lasts because time seems to stretch on, floating around us as waves of euphoria crash and subside inside me. When our kiss ends, so does the motion of our hips.
“So that’s what that feels like,” I say, feeling so relaxed that I think I could fall asleep.
“Mmm,” he agrees in a wordless moan.
“Was it…did you…?”
“Oh yeah, I did,” he says in a chuckle. “It’s a good thing I keep spare clothes in my car,meraviglia.Now I just have to be able to get to my car without running into your dad. We shouldn’t tempt him to cut the tattoo from my skin just yet. It’s still healing.”
“I’ll distract him for you,” I offer, suppressing a satisfied yawn as I roll off him to lay by his side. “In five minutes. I don’t want to get up yet. My limbs feel like noodles.”
“Take as much time as you need.”
“Thank you, Matteo,” I tell him, voice becoming more serious. “Don’t tell me I don’t need to thank you. I want to. That wasn’t scary at all, and I’m so happy that you’re in my life.”
He smiles softly. “I’m happy that you’re in my life too, Anya.”
With the way he looks at me, I don’t think it will be long before I’m ready to try more with this man.
Chapter Forty-One
Matteo
Anya is convinced that her father doesn’t know what we did in her bedroom, or in the hallway on the way to her bedroom only fourteen hours later. Or the heavy petting we participated in on the couch while watching a movie that I can’t even recall the title of—and that was last night.
We haven’t gone any further than making out, groping each other, and dry humping, but it’s been fucking incredible. I feel like I’m on top of the world and all I’ve done is jizz in my pants for the past three days. I haven’t even seen her naked yet—not even a hint of side boob and she has me so consistently turned on, I could be ready for her at any given moment.
As much as I’ve been enjoying her newfound love of pleasure, I’m not so certain that Anton isn’t onto us. He once told me he knows everything that goes on in his house, and I doubt that was some kind of bluff. But even if he’d never told me that before, I’d be pretty sure that he knew I was touching Anya in his house given the fact that he avoids eye contact with me far more than normal.At least he hasn’t tried to punch me in the dick.
We’re eating lunch with him today, sitting at the small table in the corner of their kitchen. The creamy chicken and dumpling soup is almost gone, most of it being devoured by Anton and I. Anya has gotten much more comfortable branching out with her menu, but she still doesn’t eat even half of the massive portions I’m used to. Honestly, I don’t even think I need to eat as much as I do. I just fucking love food.
“So,Papochka,” Anya says sweetly, setting her spoon down beside her empty bowl. “I wanted to ask you something.”
Anton looks up from his lunch, a hint of suspicion in his gaze. He heard the overly sweet tune of his daughter’s voice too.
Still, he replies to her as he normally would. “Yes,dochen’ka?”
“Can Matteo spend the night tonight?”
Hot soup burns the back of my throat as I choke it down, coughing hard as my esophagus screams in protest. I took a bite at the worst possible time, it seems. And accidentally sucked back my mouthful of food in utter shock.
Anya pats my back and I look up to find her wincing. “Are you okay?”
