Page 141 of Ruined By Protection
I crack up laughing again as I recall the look on his face when I explained that Sandra had known her daughter was pregnant before Melissa told her the night Elliott killed her. “How could she have known?” he’d asked.
“Oh I don’t know,” I replied, as casually as he was when asking me to live with him. “Same way she knew I was pregnant when I’d only just found out myself. That was what she told me while we were dancing.”
“I was just surprised, it was sudden,” he mumbled.
“Sudden? You had the look of a man on his way to the electric chair,” I laugh. Nothing is going to blunt my overwhelming happiness.
“Well then dead men walking must be the happiest in the whole fucking world.” He grabs me and plants kisses all over my face.
For all his possessiveness, all his alpha male tendencies, all the unspoken violence he has on his hands—Matteo has never once made me feel less than complete bliss. Safe, cherished, valued.
After Elliott, I never thought I'd trust another man with my heart, my body, my future. But Matteo isn't Elliott. Where Elliottcontrolled, Matteo protects. Where Elliott diminished, Matteo encourages. Where Elliott hurt, Matteo heals.
"What are you thinking about now?" he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"How different you are from any other man on this earth," I say simply.
His features soften. "Not really. I just want you safe. Happy."
"I am," I assure him, standing on tiptoes to kiss him lightly. "Even when you're being ridiculously possessive."
He grins against my lips. "You like it."
"Sometimes," I admit. "When it's because you think I'm the most important thing in your world."
"You are," he says, no hesitation. “You and our baby.” His face falls into worry. “Are you sure it will be okay, riding the back of the bike in your condition?”
I laugh and kiss his bottom lip before he gnaws a hole in it. “It will be fine. He’ll love the adventure and think of the tales we’ll be able to tell him. Anyway we need this.”
Matteo's lips find mine again, this time with more heat. His hands grip my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “I’ll tell you what I need,” he husks against the side of my neck making my nerves shimmer.
I thread my fingers through his glossy dark hair. "Oh, and what’s that?”
His mouth trails down my throat, and I feel myself melting into him despite my better judgment. We have a schedule to keep.
"Matteo." I try to sound firm but fail miserably. "We can't do this now. We need to leave for the airport in an hour."
He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. He moves swiftly, backing me against the wall beside my suitcase. His body pins mine, hard and demanding.
"I need to fuck you now," he says, his voice rough. "You need to be punished for teasing me."
"Matteo—"
"You're mine to fuck whenever I want," he continues, his hands already working at the button of my jeans. "All the fucking time."
His crudeness should offend me, but it doesn't. Not with him. Not when I know the man behind the words.
"We're going to be late," I protest weakly.
He clamps my wrists above my head using just one hand. "I don't care if God himself appears in front of me right now. Nothing will stop me from fucking your sweet pussy."
Heat floods through me. This is the side of Matteo that only I get to see—raw, unfiltered, completely consumed with desire for me. And God, I love it.
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