Page 65 of Defending Mateo
“No amount of pain could ever make me not want you.” Framing her face with his hands, he leaned in, whispered his lips to hers, and then touched a lingering kiss to her forehead. “If Ionly get to have you for tonight, then I don’t want to waste a second of it.”
Neither did she.
Ally had no idea how often Mateo would be made to fight, but it couldn’t be every night, his body couldn’t take that. Which meant she wouldn't see him every day. Maybe not even every week. If she was going to spend the rest of her time alone in here, then she didn't want to miss out on these few hours they had to share.
“Neither do I,” she murmured, her body already heating as she thought of Mateo’s hands and lips roaming it.
“You’re so strong, you know that, don’t you, little mouse?” he asked as his hands dipped from her face, trailed over her shoulders and down her arms, then slipped to her waist and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt. “You're surviving something that would crush most people.”
Not wanting him to think she was some superwoman who wasn't affected by the horrors she’d endured over the last couple of weeks, when he pulled the T-shirt over her head, then tossed it aside, Ally grabbed his shoulders. “I'm crushed, Mateo. I'm just not letting myself process anything yet. Not until I'm safe. Not until you're safe, too. For now, I'm just trying to function because we’re still in danger.”
“Baby, thatisstrength.” After feathering another kiss to her forehead, his hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her up. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he closed his lips around one of her nipples.
Before Mateo, she never would have guessed how amazing it would feel to have a man’s mouth on her breasts. She’d never even realized that they could be a sensual part of the body, to her, they were just breasts, they fed babies, and that was their purpose. But now she knew they could be so much more than that.
“Grind against me, little mouse, let me see how wild I'm driving you,” he said as he switched his attention to her other breast.
Since he was driving her wild, that was easy, and she tossed her head back and pressed down against the thick ridge in his pants. Rolling her hips to find the best friction against her bud, she began to rock backward and forward. The harder he sucked, the faster she rocked, until it felt like nothing in the world existed by the pleasure growing inside her.
“On your knees, baby,” Mateo said, carrying her the couple of steps to the small bed and tossing her onto it hard enough that she bounced.
If she wasn't used to how Mateo handled her in the bedroom, she might have felt like he was just using her, that he really was the same as the other men who only saw women as sex toys. But shewasused to him, and she loved how he made her feel. He might be rough, push her beyond what she thought she could handle, but he always—always—made sure that it was good for her.
Shoving off her leggings quickly enough that she got all tangled in them, Mateo chuckled as he reached down to help before she twisted herself off the bed and onto the floor in her frantic attempts to rid herself of the clothing. There were no panties. It seemed Griffin wasn't interested in giving her underwear unless he wanted to be able to rip it off her in public, so without the leggings, she was completely bare before him.
He, on the other hand, was fully clothed in gray sweatpants—the most sinfully attractive thing a man could wear—and a simple black T-shirt.
When she pouted at him, he laughed again. “Something wrong, little mouse?”
“Clothes off,” she whined, needing him to hurry up and fill her. She needed to feel him inside her, needed him to chase awayall the bad that surrounded them and replace it with something good. Mateo said he had a plan, and she trusted him, but she had no idea what that entailed, and what she’d have to put up with in the meantime. So she wanted this. Needed it.
With excruciating slowness, Mateo pulled the T-shirt over his head. Seeing the full extent of the bruising made her gasp, but then he was shoving down his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his huge erection, which seemed to strain toward her.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for him, and he complied. When he was within touching distance, she drew him closer still and began to pepper kisses to his bruises. “Hate seeing these on you.”
“They’re nothing, baby, I'm fine,” he assured her.
But it wasn't until she kissed every single one of those horrible dark marks that she allowed him to move. Maybe she couldn’t take away his pain, but she could remind him that she appreciated the sacrifices he was making for her, and that she loved him more for what he was willing to put on the line for her.
“Knees, little mouse,” he ordered, the hard undertone to his voice making it clear he was as desperate for her as she was for him.
Scrambling around onto her knees, she waited, completely on edge, every sensation heightened, anticipation humming through her. When his fingers closed around her hips, she couldn’t help but push back against him, feeling his tip nudge up against her.
“Don’t move, little mouse. Have you already forgotten the rules? Your body is mine, and I can do whatever I want to it, can't I?” he asked as he swiped his fingertips across her aching center, making her moan.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” she agreed, her words almost slurred as the need inside her heightened when he edged a finger inside her.
“My beautiful, sweet girl,” he said, his other hand smoothing down her back, before skimming her sides as he reached around her to find one of her nipples.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he toyed with it, pinching it, rolling it between his fingertips, pressing his thumb to it, and circling it. Each touch sent something big building inside her. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. To the point where she felt like she was going to combust if he didn't hurry up and get inside her.
Didn't help that the single finger inside her hadn't moved at all.
“You want me, don’t you, baby?” he asked, the hand on her breast ghosting over her stomach before claiming her bundle of nerves, with a sense of possession that should scare her, given where she was, but only turned her on more.
“Yes,” she whimpered, doing her best not to push back into him, or grind down against his finger because she knew if she moved, Mateo might start all over again with his delicious brand of torture.
“Need me inside you?”
