Page 72 of Ice To Meet You

I swallowed. Something rising in my chest. “No, I want to show you whatIknow—how I can please you.”

That slow, sexy grin I delighted in spread over his lips. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t wait to listen. I leaned in and kissed his neck. The smell of him, the heat of his body enveloping me.

As I moved my lips over his skin, Matteo let out a low groan that curled my insides. With a smile, I pulled away from him, taking his shirt in my hands, undoing its last few buttons. His eyes were on me the whole time, full of fire, and when I finally peeled it from his shoulders, he let out a shuddering breath.

With a soft smile, I pressed my lips to his chest, savouring the warmth and the smooth, firm contours beneath. I moved my fingertips, gently tracing over the planes of his muscles.

“Es,” he whispered. “I want to see you—feel you against me.”

With a last sweep of my tongue, I pulled back, slowly lifting the hem of my top, peeling it from my body.

“Better?” I asked, gripping my bottom lip with my teeth.

Matteo ran his eyes over me, his breath quick and uneven. His eyes shone like I was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen, and my heart swelled in my chest.

With his gaze on mine, he ran his fingertips over my skin, and it took all my strength not to melt into a heap in front of him. I reached down, seeking the waistband of his track pants.

“Stop,” he whispered.

I pulled my brows together and searched his eyes. At the longing deep within them, surely, he wasn’t having second thoughts. “What?”

“I just realised we haven’t kissed yet.” He brushed a thumb over my cheek.

I smiled. “Well, I’ve kissed you. On the chairlift.”

He chuckled, winding his arms around me. “I don’t think this scenario is in the same league. You aren’t wearing your earmuffs.”

I giggled, barely getting the sound out before Matteo’s warm palms settled at the small of my back. He pulled me in, his breath mingling with mine. And then he kissed me—slow and sure, like he always knew we’d end up here—hopelessly lost in each other.

After a heartbeat, he grazed me with a gentle bite, and I parted my lips, inviting the warmth of his tongue.

We paused, breathing each other in for a moment, before a low growl came from Matteo’s chest and he pulled me closer, crushing his body against mine. I met his pressure, and we explored each other’s mouths and skin in a clash of heat.

My body pulsed with need. As we kissed, a tingle crept low in my belly and all I wanted to do was touch him—claim him. I trailed my hand across his rock-hard abs, pulling at his track pants.

He breathed against my mouth. “You can’t wait?”

“No,” I whispered. “I’ve waited long enough.”

In one movement, I found his tongue again, pushing his waistband away. When I freed his cock, Matteo kissed me harder, and I took his solid length in my hand. He groaned against my lips as I drew my palm along his hardness.

The heat of his skin, velvet-soft, sent a wildfire through me. I breathed in his cologne, his scent—then bit his neck.

Within a moment, his arms were tight around me, pulling me hard against him, and I swear I saw stars. He was all I wanted. All I could focus on.

“Matteo,” I ground out, “I don’t have anything. Any protection.” I hadn’t had sex for a year and with no intention of adding romance or even casual hook ups to my shopping list, I’d not bought condoms in ages. “Do you have anything?”

He pulled away, his eyes raking over my face. “Will you think me bad if I say yes?”

I paused. Would I? He was young, with no responsibilities or obligations. If the shoe were on the other foot, I’d happily throw caution to the wind. If that meant carrying around a backpack full of condoms, I probably would.

I gave the tiniest shake of my head

Matteo leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose, before nudging his sweatpants down.His solid thighs flexed as he kicked them off, leaving him still kneeling in front of me. He reached into his trackpants pocket, pulling out his wallet to retrieve a condom.

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he tore the packet open with his teeth. He turned away slightly, his firm buttocks tensing as he rolled the condom on with practiced ease.

I looked over his shoulder at the window. I still hadn’t pulled my blind. “Should we move?”

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