Page 66 of Italy Can Bite Me

“Wait—” she says shakily. “So this is happening? We’re… we’re having sex?”

I freeze, my lips hovering just above where she wants me. I force my grin to stay in place as I pull back enough to meet her eyes. “No, bella. Rules are rules. But as promised, I will make you feel desired.”

Her brows knit in adorable frustration. “So, what then?”

My grin turns wicked, my control slipping as I lean back in, pressing a kiss just above her core. “I’ve spent many nights imagining how you’d taste on my tongue. And now?” My fingers slide over her folds, tracing the outline of where she’s aching for me. “I will find out.”

I drop to my knees, hooking my hands under her thighs, lifting her slightly to bring her closer to my waiting lips. “Lean back, bellissima.” The command in my voice leaves no room for argument. “And hold on tight.”

She hesitates for a heartbeat… then obeys, her back hitting the makeshift blanket of my shirt as her hands grip the edges of the barrel for balance. Her trust in me feels dangerous. I shove it down and focus on the way she opens, so damn perfect.

I flatten my tongue and drag it against her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke.

Her reaction is instant—her body jolts, her thighs squeezing against my head. “Oh my God!”

“Yes, bella. Every woman carries an angel and a devil inside her,” I murmur against her heated flesh, gently kissing her clit. “Unleash the fire of your passion. Embrace every sound. Let me hear how good you feel.”

“Matteo!” Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging like she’s afraid I’ll stop.

I grin against her center, kissing her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. Not until you come screaming my name.”

I lick her slow and deliberate, before sucking her clit hard between my lips. Her hips rise to meet my mouth like she can’t help herself, and Cristo, she tastes like honey drizzled over sweet cream. With every flick of my tongue she gasps, and I relish in the way her breathing transforms into desperate whimpers.

“Matteo…” she pants. “I… I can’t. You’re too good at this.”

I glance up, locking onto her wild-eyed gaze as I slip one finger into her heat. Sweet mother of sin, the way she clenches around me makes me shudder. “Too good?” I curl my finger, enjoying her lips parting in surprise. “Tesoro, we have only begun.”

Her moan turns into a plea as I add a second finger, building her higher. “Oh God. Oh my— Matteo, I—”

“You can handle it,” I growl, my voice rough, my other hand grabbing her hip as I keep her steady. “I know you can.”

“There!” Her back arches off the barrel. “Right there— Oh God—”

“Si,principessa.” I growl, my lips brushing against her. “Let go for me. I want to feel you fall apart.”

She’s close—I know it. I hold her tighter as I focus on driving her higher, letting her unrestrained sounds guide me. She’s so responsive—so trusting—it’s driving me mad. I thrust my fingers faster while I suck her clit harder.

Her body tenses, her cries breaking into desperate gasps as I take her over the edge. “Yes, oh God— Yes! Matteo!”

Her thighs squeeze against the sides of my head as she shatters, her body shaking with the force of it. She repeats my name, crumbling under her release as it hits her in waves, tightening around my fingers. I don’t stop—not until her trembling slows, until her soft breathing turns to silence and she slumps back against the barrel, spent and boneless.

Her release coats my mouth and chin, and I savor one last lingering kiss to her center before sliding her panties back into place and rising to my feet. I pull her up against me, using my shirt to wipe my mouth, savoring her scent for later. She’s even more breathtaking, utterly ravished and glowing.Perfetta.

Her dazed eyes find mine, still hazy. “Wait—what about you?” She gestures weakly at the very obvious, very painful bulge in my pants.

I kiss her temple, helping her wobbling legs find solid ground. “This was about giving you what you asked for.”

I force myself to turn toward the door, to stop myself from kissing her more—to prevent me from saying how fucking gorgeous she is after coming on my tongue—to avoid breaking every rule I’ve ever made.

“Meet me on the bus.”

As I walk away, leaving her breathless in the wine cellar, one thought pounds inside me like a hammer.

I crossed a line.

I broke my most important rule—the one about keeping my heart locked away from everyone.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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