Page 71 of Ice To Meet You

Finally, he brought his mouth to the base of my belly and watched me through heavy, lidded eyes. “Are you sure?”

I ran my fingers through the hair at his temple. “Yes.”

Matteo turned to kiss the inside of my palm before returning his lips to the top of my shorts, nudging them down a little way.

At the slide of silk on skin, my nipples pebbled. My body was on fire—my restraint all but crumbled.

I took his hand, guiding it to my breast. His fingers closed around me, gently stroking before teasing with a pinch through the fabric of my top. A delicious heat coiled low in my belly, tightening with every touch. I arched into him, lost in the sensation.

Matteo trailed his fingers from my breast, sweeping over my hip before resting at the waistband of my shorts. He slowly inched them down my body, his skin grazing mine, until they finally slipped past my legs.

I kicked them away and looked down at the man whose smile—whose very presence—had driven me to distraction. He watched me too, reaching to cup my buttock, digging his fingers into my flesh.At the pull lowdown in my belly, I sucked in a breath and dug my nails into his shoulder again.

“You’re incredible,” he said, his eyes glittering like stars. Then, with the sexiest grin he’d ever gifted me, Matteo leaned in, bringing his lips to my inner thigh. When I let out a small moan, he pushed my legs apart and brought his mouth to my centre.

The second his hot breath met my skin I threaded both hands through the curls on his head. I chased his mouth, chased his tongue, pulling him into me. He sought my breastsagain. With every pass, each glance of his fingertips across their hardened peaks, the pressure at my core grew.

He watched me. Watched every reaction. Matched my energy with his own.

Every time I gripped his hair harder, he moved harder, burying his tongue deep inside me; just like I wanted … like I needed. Every time I released my grip, he slowed, peppering me with little kisses, as if he read my mind.

I bunched the collar of his shirt in my fist, and he let out a low groan. At the noise, I looked up, catching our reflection in the window—Matteo’s hand at my breast and his head between my legs. At the sight, heat pulsed low in my belly. Could anyone else see us? Did I care?

What I was doing here and now was so out of character. I did nothing unexpected, or “edgy,” as Matteo called it. Well, right now, I was edgy as hell. And I loved it.

As if reading my mind, Matteo gripped harder at my breast, bringing his lips to my clit, sucking a little before grazing the bundle of nerves with his teeth.

I drew in a breath, and he repeated the action, again and again, until I could barely see straight. The pressure of his mouth against me and the heat of his breath on my skin sent me higher and higher.

His tongue, his lips and his fingers sent me spinning into the stratosphere, and for once in my life, I didn’t care if I had a parachute. I was here for the thrill of the fall.

Here for him.

With a long brush of his tongue, Matteo gently bit into me, and I gasped, throwing my head back. The bolt of pure pleasure that slammed through my body was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“You like that?” he whispered, his hot breath tormenting me.

I nodded, struggling to hold on to his collar. Struggling to breathe.

With a low chuckle, he did it again, only this time, I couldn’t contain the cry that left my body.

When he bit into me for the third time, my rational mind left the building. I tangled my fingers tightly through his hair and held on for dear life. At the fourth, I was ready to dissolve at his slightest touch. “Now,” I gasped, bringing him closer, trying to join the two of us together. “Please.”

With a growl, he pushed my thighs further apart and wrapped one of my legs around his shoulder. This time, he plunged his tongue deep inside me and I let out a cry. The instant he heard it, Matteo pulled back, bringing his lips to my core. “Si, si, si,” he whispered over and over again, the vibration and the intensity in his voice coaxing me along until he pushed me over the edge.

I seized his shoulders, rocking into him until all the strength left my legs.

At my last shuddering breath, he gently slid my leg from his shoulder, guiding me down his body so I knelt alongside him. I lay against his chest, my heart pounding beneath my ribs.

Within a beat, he slid his arms around my body, seeking my mouth, decorating my lips with tiny kisses. His hot skin burned into me and his eyes held a glimmer of something darker, something otherworldly. Had I died? Was this dark and oh so talented man the devil?

“Are you okay?” he asked, running his fingers over my hair, pushing it away from my face.

“I think so,” I murmured. “But maybe you should consider carrying a disclaimer. I don’t think I ever … how did you do that? Who taught you?”

He grinned and my gut twisted. Perhaps I’d do better not to ask.

Matteo cupped my face with his hands and kissed megently on the forehead. “I only want to think of you. Would you like me to show you again?”

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