Page 101 of Ice To Meet You

Water streamed over his hair, drenching his face, and the moment he looked up at me, with that same unrelenting intensity, any remaining strength in my legs practically gave out.

His dark eyelashes clung together and when he dragged his fingertips over my skin to grasp the top of my thighs, he looked like some kind of forest god. Like a waterfall fae.

“Is this enough detail?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I’m going to need some extra clarification.”

“My pleasure,” he ground out.

I swallowed hard. Was my heart thumping from the heat, or his hands on my thighs?

I discovered the answer the instant his lips found my core. In that millisecond, I completely lost my senses. What way was up? What way was down? Did I even care?

The sensations that consumed me—took over my entire body—were all I could focus on.

I tangled my fingers through his hair as his tongue found my centre. Relentlessly, he trailed it across my clit, his breath hot and needy at my thighs.

I looked up at the shower head, up to the heavens, thanking the universe for sending me my very own gift from God. Matteo was all I’d ever dreamed of. All I’d ever wanted. Why the hell had it taken me so long to realise?

“Put your hands above your head,” he growled, his gravelly voice shifting my thoughts. The warmth of his breath against my nerves sent a prickle of heat across my skin.

“Sorry?”

“Hands. Up,” he ground out, his eyes hotter than boiling oil. He lifted an eyebrow, and I swear he smiled. “Please.”

Not needing to be asked again, I threw my arms over my head, the cold sting of the tiles pressing into my back. I held onto the shower bracket, wrapping my fingers around its slim metal.

He stared at me, his eyes an inferno.

I smiled. “You like me like this?”

He didn’t answer, instead he closed his eyes and pulled me closer to his mouth. Closer to heaven. With the shot of pleasure his tongue sent through me, I didn’t care what he liked. I just knew I could happily live the rest of my days following his orders.

Under the mastery his mouth offered, my breath thinned, coming in unsteady pulls … like every inhale was my last … like I’d suffocate without his lips on me. “Matteo,” I moaned, savouring the way his name felt on my tongue, tightening my grip on the pipe above me.

“Cavolo, sei così bella,” he groaned, his gaze locking onto mine. I had no idea what his words meant, but the fire in his eyes, and the vibration of his voice against my core, were all it took to tip me over the edge.

I shattered hard against his tongue as the shower washed over us. Water cascaded down our bodies, fusing us in a swirl of heat and sensation, and in that moment, I knew—I never wanted to be anywhere else.

When the waves of my pleasure finally ebbed, I opened my eyes to find Matteo watching me, his gaze wide and fevered.

“Are you okay?” I asked, releasing my grip from the shower bracket above. I cupped his jaw, running my other hand through his hair.

He shook his head, his breath coming hard. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I want you so much, I’m going to explode.”

One look down at his body and I understood.I chuckled and pulled him up to join me, his hard muscles flexing under my fingertips.

“Do you want me to …?” I touched his ridiculously hard dick, ready to drop to my knees for him in return. I closed my hand around him, swaying slightly on my feet. I was all about mutual satisfaction, but right now I was practically hyperventilating in the steam.

“Areyouokay?” he asked.

I pushed my hair back away from my forehead. “I’m too hot.”

He grinned, “Yes, you are, and that's the problem.”

I shrugged, then ran my fingers over his chest. “I’m happy to melt for you.”

Matteo bit into his lip. “No, let's cool you down. Then we can move on to that quality control.”

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