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“Promise me it won’t happen again,” I say softly.
She’s staring at my lips too, her eyes distracting, filled with want.
“I promise,” she whispers.
I close the distance before I can think better of it. My hand comes up, fingers closing around her jaw roughly. She inhales sharply, and then I kiss her.
It’s not slow. It’s not careful. It’s everything I’ve been holding back since I saw her walking at the park like nothing had happened.
Scratch that, it’s everything I’ve been holding back since she said I was worse than her nightmares.
Her lips part under mine after a second, and that’s all it takes for the control I’m holding onto to slip further.
CHAPTER 14
Lindsay
Igrip the front of Matteo’s shirt, pulling him closer. There’s no hesitation in the kiss. No restraint.
It’s sharp, consuming, the kind of kiss that steals my breath and thought. Something settles low and dangerous in my chest. His hand tightens around my jaw, tilting my head just enough to deepen the kiss, to take control in a way that makes my pulse spike.
I hate how much I want him. Every inch of me practically purrs in satisfaction as his arms wrap around me. His other hand slides to my waist, firm, unyielding, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
A soft sound escapes me before I can stop it.
“Fuck,” Matteo murmurs. “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those little moans. I’ve thought about it a lot.”
He kisses down the side of my chin, drawing even more moans. He reaches for my jacket, pulling it off my shoulders until I’m left in only my sports bra.
“What else have you thought about?” I ask in a soft whisper.
“I’ve thought about your beautiful pink nipples,” he grunts. “Your pretty lips that look like they were made for my cock. Would you let me fuck your mouth, princess?”
I don’t reply. I don’t think I’m capable. He pinches my encased nipple between his thumb and finger before rubbing a finger over it. Heat pools inside my stomach and then downward. Every inch of me thrums with pleasure.
“Would you let me come down your throat?” he continues darkly. “You’d milk every last drop, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh god,” I whisper, gripping his arms.
He reaches for the hem of my leggings and I assist him in dragging it down, along with my panties. My sports bra goes off next and then I’m completely and utterly naked, standing in front of him.
Matteo stares at me in awe. I start to reach for his shirt, to see all of him as well. But he stops me, grasping my wrist.
“What—”
“You don’t get to touch me, sweetheart. Not yet. I’m going to taste you first,” he informs me.
And then he’s moving, fast and decisive. I barely have time to register his words before I’m being guided backward. The couch hits the back of my legs and I fall onto it, breath catching.
He follows me immediately, not giving me space to think, to recover.
He stands over me for half a second, his gaze dark, intense in a way that makes my stomach tighten even more. He stares at my pussy for a beat and I shift, nearly writhing with discomfort. My pulse is unsteady, scattered. I can feel my hands trembling.
It gets even worse when Matteo does something I wasn’t expecting him to do. He drops down to his knees. My chest starts to pound as he pulls me closer, his eyes filled with wonder and lust, and something else I can’t name.
“You’re so fucking wet, Lindsay.” He says it like it annoys him. “Those lips of yours say they hate me and yet your pussy glistens with need. It’s proof of just how much you want me.”
He drags a finger through my folds and I nearly buck from the sudden touch.
