“Typical.”
He starts to argue with me that it’s makes no sense that I don’t have a favorite color. I insist that I don’t. The truth is I’ve never really been able to choose. We go back and forth over it and then we talk about other things. Fun, easy things. In the meantime, the bartender continues refreshing our drinks.
I get in three more tequilas before my head starts to get a little woozy.
“What’s your biggest fear, Matteo?” I ask lowly.
He smiles, watching when I dip my finger inside my glass, stirring the last dregs of liquid inside it. I gulp it all down before looking at him expectantly.
“Being unable to protect the people I care about,” he answer easily. “How about yours?”
My answer comes to me easily as well.
“Never finding myself.”
My vision grows bleary for a moment and I shut my eyes before opening them to dark ones, intense, deep. My heart starts to race, my breath growing uneven. Matteo tips his head back slightly to down the rest of his bottle. He only had one, which is kind of annoying considering I definitely overindulged.
My eyes are drawn to the trunk of his throat as it bobs. Then the veins bulging in his arms with the movement. He’s just so inherently sexy. Every inch of him oozes sex appeal. I want to feel his arms around my neck, around my waist. Gripping me there while he fucks me.
I think about the last time we were together. I think about how good it felt when he was inside of me.
The air around me grows hotter. I want to have sex with him again. In his bed, in the shower. I would slip through the door and press myself into his wet, naked body. Maybe I’d sink to my knees and take him in my mouth. Wrench control from him and bring him to his knees to do the same to me once I’m done.
“Okay, time to go,” he declares.
I blink, and the sexual fantasy playing out in my head dissipates. “What? No! We’re having fun.”
“Yeah, and I need you to get you to bed. You’re drunk, princess,” he states, amusement in his expression.
“I am not,” I retort, standing to my feet to prove it.
But thankfully he’s already standing too and is therefore able to catch me before I slide to the floor. His arms wrap around my waist and a light chuckle floats over the top of my head.
Curse my low tolerance.
“You are so incredibly stubborn.”
He holds me until I’m a little steadier on my feet. I look up at him, and his eyes soften as they search my features. When his hand cups my jaw, a shiver racks through me. His thumb trails the curve of my cheekbone. It trails farther down, across my button lip, along my chin.
My heartbeat flickers like a flame. His touch feels so good against my skin.
“Let’s go home.”
Home. I’d like that very much. I’d go anywhere as long as I’m with him.
He leads me out of the bar and into the backseat of the car before climbing in with me. He sits right next to me and tells the guard behind the wheel to start driving. I scoot even closer, craving his warmth.
I yawn softly, exhausted from all the sneaking around.
Matteo doesn’t object when I lean my head against his shoulder. He shifts so I’m comfortable, wrapping his handaround me. His scent clouds my senses. And his chest is so warm and familiar. I yawn once more before my eyes fall shut.
I fall asleep to the sensation of him stroking my hair.
CHAPTER 19
Matteo
There’s a certain type of stillness around me as I sit back against the plush seats of my car. Lindsay leans against my chest, making soft sounds as she sleeps. It almost feels like the rest of the world has stopped and everything has narrowed to this moment. Her in my arms.
