Page 180 of Chasing Hope

“Good girl.”

His deep words send a strike of pleasure through my body and it only intensifies as he brings our lips together and devours me like he loves me. He pours his all into the kiss, conveying without words how much I mean to him, and I do the same in return.

“Fuck, Evie, you’re beautiful,” he says between kisses, his words doing exactly what I knew they would.

They ground me, the sound of his voice, his warm breath tethering me to the here and now. My hips are relentless, my hands frantic as I grab his shirt and tug.

Ineedhim.

Pulling away just long enough to rip off his shirt, I’m not at all embarrassed as a whimper escapes me at the sight of his barechest. Deep ridges, muscles flexing and bunching, I gently trace his smooth dark skin and savor every second.

He leans forward, grabbing my jersey, his voice like a dark rumble of thunder as he demands, “Take it off. Let me see you.”

The command moves my arms before I even realize what I’m doing. Throwing off the jersey, I’m left in my black lace bra, my breasts swelling at the seams. Matteo must like what he sees because his hips flex underneath me as he groans deeply.

Wrapping an arm around my middle, he holds me to his chest as he spins us, my hair fanning out along the truck bed as he lays me down gently and he hovers above me.

This is when I usually panic, and something in my eyes must give me away because Matteo gently grabs my waist, his voice and touch grounding me. “Eyes on me, Dove. Keep your eyes on me.”

My heartbeat switches from a panicked rhythm to a slow drum. I lift my eyes to Matteo’s, his face gentle and open. Breathing out a stuttering gasp of air, I lift my hands to him, tracing the lines of his strong jaw, my touch making him shudder.

“Keep touching me,” he begs, his eyes closing.

A thrill goes through me at watching how I have this effect on him. It’s a heady feeling, a type of power and control I’ve never felt in the bedroom. Feeling spurred on, I drag my nails gently down his neck, savoring the way goosebumps line his arms as he moans.

“Keep touching me,” he repeats. “Fucking hell, keep touching me.”

Once I reach his chest, he drops his head back, the tent in his pants bulging. The sight, surprisingly, makes my mouth salivate.

Scrambling to get on my knees before him, I keep dragging my nails down until I reach his lower hips. I gasp as he groans, his hips bucking.

“That’s it, Dove. Keep going.”

Spurred on by his words and his evident desire, I quickly unbuckle his jeans, pushing them down over his hips to reveal black boxers.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll come in my pants,” he says huskily.

Dragging my heavy-lidded gaze away from the large bulge, I find him leaning back on his hands, the veins in his arms straining and his eyes—my god, they’re on fire. The forest has ignited and there’s nothing that can extinguish the flames that call for me.

His swallow is audible as his hips rise an inch, beckoning.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, his breath hitches.

Then, he outright groans as I make contact with the tip of his cock. A shiver makes its way down my spine, my core pulsing relentlessly as I swipe through the pre-cum drenching his boxers.

With his head hanging back, I get to watch him hold on for dear life.

“Fuck,” he curses, his hips lifting again.

Pulling the boxers down, his cock springs free, and I have to squeeze my legs together to try and stop the pulsing. He’s twitching, his cock large, long, and so thick that, as I wrap my hand around it, my pointer finger and thumb only just graze.

“Oh sweet heavens,” I murmur.

Matteo slowly lifts his head, his lids drooped to the point his eyes are mere slits as he looks at me. His hips begin to thrust into my touch. Pre-cum dripping from the tip of his head, and before I know what I’m doing, I lean forward and lick it.

The moan that tumbles from him makes me so fucking wet I’m worried for my jeans.

His hand snaps out, cupping my head, his fingers running through my blonde strands. “You’re fucking killing me, Dove. Oh my fucking god, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”