Page 104 of Matteo

His mouth lowers to my neck and soon he’s leaving wet kisses all along it, sometimes sucking on my skin, making my back arch off the couch. I can’t help but nibble on his earlobe, one hand tugging his hair, the other curled around his neck.

We’re a tangled, hot mess of sighs, and heavy breathing, slowly savoring and exploring one another.

“That’s not fair,” he husks, licking my earlobe when my hand reaches between us and presses on his hardness. I want to feel and touch him naked, and this is infuriating. It's also hard to stop, to not get too carried away.

He growls, low and rough. “Fuck, Elizabeth. You’re going to make me come in my boxers.”

His husky voice makes me more needy. I want him to come over me, inside me. His mouth lowers to my breast, and he kisses me over my T-shirt, sucking my nipple through the fabric. A heavy throbbing builds inside me as my nipples harden to aching peaks, the pleasure there, but muted.

I need more.

I need his mouth on my naked skin.

I need—

Driven purely by desire, I push him back, then straddle him in an instant, before I second-guess myself.

His eyes pop wide open, glinting at me in dark surprise.

“We’re not doing anything, remember?” he cautions gently.

My body sags into itself. Damn my seven-day long periods. I bend over so that my chest is on his chest, and my forehead against his. “This is agony, because I desperately want you now.”

“Ready when you are.” He presses a chaste kiss on my lips and I move off him. He slides his T-shirt back on again, and I snuggle beside him. My heart racing, my body sinking, against him, unsatiated.

“Why is your mom in Italy?”

“She lives there.”

“How come?”

“We were born in Italy. Me, Rio and Enzo, and we moved here later.”

I can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it, so I don’t pursue the conversation. The TV is on, and we stare at it, hands intertwined.

‘“When is your friend’s wedding?” he asks, suddenly.

“In two weeks. I need to put in for time off.”

His expression shifts slightly. “Two weeks? That might be tight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Policy. We usually need more notice.”

“You’re joking.” I turn and stare at him in disbelief. “I'm sleeping with the boss, surely that counts for something?”

He raises a brow. “Technically, you're not ... yet.” He watches me carefully. He's being serious, and my stomach drops.

“No, you don’t understand.” I lower my head, thoughts spinning furiously in my head. I cannot under any circumstance miss Vlad's wedding. He'd never forgive me. I move my hand out of his and stare at the floor, hating that I messed up so badly. I was so preoccupied with the job, and wanting to do it well, I kept putting off everything to do with Vlad's wedding.

The corner of Matteo's mouth twitches. “Hey, Elizabeth, I’m joking,” he says, lightly. “Put in the request tomorrow. You’ll get it. Breathe, babe. I was just kidding.”

I look up at him. “You...”

“What?” I don’t even finish the sentence before I grab him, half laughing, half furious, kissing him because I don’t know what else to do with the relief.

It turns messy fast. I straddle him again, my knees on either side of his hips as I grind against him, while his hands move over my body, and our mouths mesh together into another toe-curling kiss.