Page 73 of Ice To Meet You

Seeing the glass, his lips peaked. “Don’t you dare.”

He closed his hands around my waist, kissing my collar bone, running one palm downward, towards my burn. “I can protect your skin.” He made to move me underneath him, but I lay my hands against his chest, resisting.

“No. I want to be in control.”

Again, his lips curved, and his eyes filled with fire. “Go ahead.”

With a soft breath, I pushed Matteo down onto my rug, peppering his chest and stomach with tiny kisses, before straddling him. I stared at his body as he lay beneath me, his beauty making my chest ache. At the chill in the room, a shiver ran over me.

“You okay?” he whispered, running his hand across my stomach.

I nodded, and he smiled, tangling his fingers through my hair.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am,” he whispered. “I’ve thought about this moment since I met you.”

I smiled, an enormous balloon of warmth filling my chest. “Me too,” I said, taking his hand and kissing his fingertips.

Holding his gaze, I took his length in my other hand and lifted my body, slowly sliding onto him.

As he filled me, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back with a groan. His Adam's apple bobbed in the light and a smile grew on my lips. Matteo was here forme—wantingme—needingme.

As I rolled my hips against him, the press of our skin sent a deep, aching fullness through my body. I shifted, taking him deeper, but as I did, my friction burn brushed his skin and I gasped.

Matteo opened his eyes and came up onto his elbows. “Es?” he murmured, a furrow between his brows.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I’ll just need to take it a bit easier.”

He let out a breath and shook his head. “No problem.” He shifted onto one elbow, threading his other arm around my back, pulling me down against his chest. When we hit the rug together, I softened, my heart pulsing against his.

He kissed me softly, and I moved on him, testing out how he filled me. How much of him I could take. With each movement, the pressure at the base of my belly sparked.

The ache was deep and exquisite. As I rode his length, my heart beat faster, skipping and pulsing, and I knew that soon I’d be wrecked. Shattered and wasted by his touch and the feel of his body.

Over and over, I rocked against him, my fingernails digging into his chest. As we moved together, he was so careful not to brush my damaged skin, pulling away every time, leaving me chasing the feeling of him inside me—chasing the rush of our bodies coming together.

Our breath mingled, whispered words on our lips. Thoughts of Matteo, and the two of us together, filled my very being. He was all I needed—all I craved. His heat at my neck and his body joined with mine.

My mind spun in a haze as I moved against him, chasing my pleasure. I closed my eyes, the image of his dark gaze searing into my thoughts. His ragged breaths filled the quiet of my apartment, each one sending a shiver through me.

Every stroke, every time our skin met, filled me with ecstasy—took me to a higher plane before it was all I could do not to beghimto move faster—to drive into me even deeper. I said I wanted control and he’d given it to me. Waiting on my cues.

The most delicious fingers of need wrapped around my belly, spreading lower, and I clamped onto his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin.

Every time I dug deeper or moved faster, his breath caught. Until finally, when he opened his hooded eyes, locking them onto mine, I knew there was no coming back.

I thrust against him three more times. A low growl vibrated in his chest, sending shivers through my body, all the way to my soul, as if his energy filled the room itself.

I had no chance of holding off much longer. “Matteo,” I gasped. “I want to … please …”

Without hesitation, his arms closed around me. He flipped me over, taking care to cup his hand over my burn, protecting it from the rug. I tensed against him, shrinking back from the pain that I knew would come if I touched the floor.

“No, let me,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise I’ll look after you. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

I froze as his eyes burned into me, hotter than lava.

“I promise,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

I blinked slowly before nodding my head. Matteo knew what I needed, and it felt so good not to have to be in charge. Irelaxed against him, closing my hands around his tight buttocks.

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