Page 139 of Ruined By Protection
Her eyes widen and she takes a step closer, placing her palms on my solid chest. "Matteo..." Shit, she’s about to blow me sweetly off.
"I know it's not the right time." I run my hand through my hair, frustrated with myself. "You just came from remembering Melissa and here I am thinking about bending you over as soon as we get to the room."
She reaches up and traces my jawline with her fingertip, pressing her lush curves into my straining pelvis. "I asked you to help me forget, didn't I?"
The elevator climbs past the fourth floor, then the fifth. I watch the numbers illuminate one after another, trying to maintain control. But when Hazel presses herself against me, her intoxicating floral scent going straight into my brain, my restraint snaps.
"Fuck it."
I slam my palm against the emergency stop button. The elevator jerks to a halt between the seventh and eighth floors. Before Hazel can react I have her pinned against the mirrored wall, my mouth crashing down on hers.
She responds immediately, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she opens for me. I slide my hands down her sides, gripping her hips and lifting her as I tug the fabric of her dress up her thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist, the position pressing my hard bulge directly against her core.
"This is what you do to me," I growl against her neck, grinding against her. "Every fucking minute of every day I want to be balls deep inside you."
She moans, her head falling back against the glass. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Hazel
Matteo’s hands grip my ass cheeks, pulling me against the hard length of him. I'm instantly dizzy with want, my body responding to his touch as though it's been programmed to do only that.
"Turn around," he commands. "Face the mirror."
I obey without thinking, my body turning until I'm staring at our reflection. My cheeks are flushed, eyes wide and bright with desire. Behind me, Matteo's eyes lock with mine in the mirror, dark and intense.
"Don't look away," he says, one hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck. "I want you to watch me fuck you good and hard."
He presses my back until I bend toward the rosy glass, positioning me so my ass pushes up against him. The hem of mydress is bunched around my waist then his fingers hook into the sides of my underwear.
"These need to go," he murmurs, sliding them down my thighs until they drop to my ankles.
His hand slides around my hips and between my legs, finding me already wet for him. I gasp as one finger slides inside me, then another, his thumb circling exactly where I need it.
"Look at me," he reminds me when my eyes start to flutter closed from the overwhelm.
I force them open, meeting his gaze in the mirror as his fingers work inside me. The sight of us reflected—my dress hiked up, panties around my shoes, his hand between my legs, the voracious need in his eyes— intensifies my pleasure a thousandfold.
"That's it," he encourages, his fingers curling forward to hit that perfect spot inside me. "Keep your eyes on mine while I make you come."
I bite my lip to keep from crying out, knowing we're suspended between floors in a public elevator. His fingers move faster, deeper, his palm holding me firmly in place against the mirror.
I grip the elevator handrail, my legs trembling as Matteo's fingers work their magic. The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter with each stroke. His eyes never leave mine in the mirror, watching every reaction, every flutter of my eyelids as I fight to keep them open.
"That's it," he whispers against my ear. "Let go for me."
My body obeys, shattering into a thousand pieces as my pleasure erupts. I bite my lip to muffle my cry, but a moan escapes anyway. My knees nearly buckle but Matteo's strong arm hooks around my waist.
As the last tremors fade, he slowly withdraws his fingers.
"Don't move," he commands, his fingers suddenly appearing before my face.
"Open," he says, his voice husking with lust. "Clean them."
I part my lips and he slides his fingers into my mouth. The taste of myself coats my tongue, and I whimper around his fingers. His eyes darken further as he watches me lick them clean.
"Good girl," he praises.
Without warning he thrusts into me, filling me completely in one powerful stroke. I gasp, my body shuddering with the sudden invasion. He's thick and hard inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way.
