Mateo’s intense gaze softened, his hand easing away from my shorts. Even with the shift between us, the air remained charged as his hands slowly slid upward, his fingers settling on the buttons of my shorts.
“You can have whatever you want, Emmie.” I felt it in my bones that he meant every single word.
“I want you inside me. Now, please.” It came out more of as a plea than a command, but Mateo smiled.
His fingers unbuttoned my shorts with ease, untucking the small section of the football jersey I put there so it wouldn’t fall to my knees. He kept his gaze glued to mine as he eased both the denim and my thong down my legs, where I kicked them off with my bare feet.
His hands returned to the back of my thighs, cradling them as I stood there. “You are beautiful.”
My heart soared as I moved closer, shifting until my knees rested on both sides of Mateo’s thighs. My hands rose to cup his face, my thumbs brushing against his jaw as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
His hands slid to my waist, gripping me like he never wanted to let go, as he kissed me back. His fingers tightened slightly at my sides, pulling me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my bare core with every shift of my hips.
Mateo kissed me with such reverence it felt like he was worshipping my mouth. When we finally pulled back, the look in his eyes made my breath catch, like the entire mood between us changed without either of us saying a word.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.” I guess I was going to be begging tonight.
Mateo nipped at my bottom lip as he shifted below me. I moved up onto my knees as he tugged his joggers down his hips. I reached down to grab his length only for Mateo to shake his head.
“Hold that jersey up for me.”
Doing as he asked, I hovered above his thighs, hands grasping the hem of my jersey so my pussy was on display. With anyone else, I would have been self-conscious, but not with Mateo. Not when every glance and touch made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he grabbed himself in his right hand. I angled my head so I could watch as he gave his cock one stroke, squeezing at the tip. A whine left my lips.
He tapped the tip against me, the wet slap filling the living room. He did it again, then twice. Each one sent a shock up my spine.
“Mateo.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
One hand gripped his cock and the other touched my hip. He met my eyes briefly before they flickered back down between my legs. I held my breath as he lined himself up with my core, using his hand on my hip to gently urge me down. As much as I wanted to slam all the way to the hilt, I forced myself to go slow, feeling every inch, every vein.
Below me, Mateo’s jaw was tight as he watched his cock disappear inside of me until I was seated all the way down. My breath caught in my throat at the fullness.
“Oh, fuck. Emmie, I can feel you gripping me,” Mateo said through clenched teeth. Unconsciously, I tightened around him, which earned me a choked laugh.
I stayed still on his lap, jersey held around my waist, as I adjusted to the feel of him so deep inside me. He brought his thumb up and strummed my clit.
“You look incredible in my jersey with my cock buried inyou.” Mateo’s compliment was dirty and made my stomach flutter. Only he could make a lewd comment sweet.
He lifted his head to meet my gaze. Despite sitting on his lap with his cock buried inside me, he didn’t look at me like I was just someone to sleep with. No, he looked at me like I was something he wanted to keep forever.
For the first time in a long time, the idea of forever didn’t feel so terrifying.
25
EMMIE
Sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting Mateo’s bedroom in a soft golden glow. A few rays hit his face, highlighting his high cheek bones and blue eyes. He was ethereal spread out on his bed, chest bare with only his sheet covering his lower body.
My hands were draped on his chest, and I rested my chin on them as I stared at him. Our legs were tangled together, and his hand was resting on my ass.
"You’re staring,” he murmured, eyelids cracked open slightly.
“I am.” I was trying to figure out how someone like me managed to snag someone like him. It was still hard fathoming that a guy like Mateo was single before now. “I can’t stare at my boyfriend?”
“Hm. By all means, stare away.” Mateo shifted his arm behind his head, the muscle of his bicep flexing.
