Page 73 of Ruined By Protection
The correction sends a bolt of heat straight through me. He's right. It's not just anyone I want—it's him.
"Yes," I breathe, arching my spine, lifting into his hand. "I want you to fuck me, Matteo."
Matteo stares at me for a long moment, conflict raging in his eyes. His hand still rests at my throat, his thumb tracing small circles against my skin.
"Fuck it," he growls finally, releasing me and pulling his shirt over his head in one motion.
My breath catches as I take in his bare chest. He's even more beautiful than I remember—all hard muscle and smooth olive skin. A tattoo I don't recall from before marks his right forearm—a detailed compass rose.
He stands to push down his pants and I can't tear my eyes away. Every movement is controlled power, the body of a man who knows exactly what he's capable of. When he's naked he pauses, letting me look my fill.
"Last chance to change your mind," he says, his voice straining with restraint.
I look up at him, drinking in every inch of his powerful body. The moonlight filtering through the curtains casts shadows across his muscled chest, highlighting the defined ridges of his abdomen. My mouth goes dry at the sight.
"I'm not changing my mind," I whisper.
Something primal flashes in his eyes. Then he's on the bed, hovering over me. His hands grip the thin T-shirt I'm wearing and tear it down the middle with a sharp rip that makes me gasp.
His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding. I open for him instantly, meeting his tongue with mine. He tastes like mint and I drink him in, desperate for more. His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips.
"These too," he mutters against my mouth, hooking his fingers into my shorts and underwear. With one ferocious tug, the fabric gives way, leaving me completely naked beneath him.
His lips leave mine to trail hot kisses down the side of my neck. He pauses at the pulse point, licking and sucking hard enough to mark me. The slight throb sends pleasure spiraling through me.
"Matteo," I breathe, arching high into him.
"I've thought about this from the moment I saw you again," he confesses against my skin. "Dreamed about tasting you again."
He moves lower, lips closing around my nipple. The wet heat of his mouth makes me cry out, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. He sucks and licks, then gives the same attention to my other breast until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Please," I beg, although I'm not even sure what I'm begging for.
Matteo seems to know. He continues his downward path, leaving a trail of hot kisses across my stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into my navel. My muscles contract at the sensation.
"Spread your legs for me, bella," he commands, his voice hoarse with desire.
I comply without hesitation, opening myself to him completely. The cool air teases my heated center for just a moment before Matteo's warm breath replaces it.
"Fucking perfect," he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine as he settles between my thighs. "Just like I remember."
The first touch of his tongue against me makes my ribcage bow off the bed. He knows exactly where to lick, where to suck, how much pressure to apply. It's like he's memorized my body, recalling every spot that makes me tremble.
"Oh God," I gasp as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Not God," he says, the vibration of his words against my sensitive flesh making me shudder. "Just me, Hazel. Say my name."
"Matteo," I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He rewards me by sliding a finger inside me, curling it to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His mouth never stops its exquisite torture, sucking and licking in a rhythm that has me climbing higher and higher.
A second finger joins the first, stretching me deliciously. The dual sensation of his fingers pumping inside me while his tongue works my clit has me teetering on the edge of complete abandon.
My thighs begin to tremble, my breath coming in short gasps. Those dark eyes look at me.
The intensity in his gaze, the skilled movements of his mouth and fingers, the way he makes me feel both safe and wild—it all crashes over me at once. My release draws forth a tsunami of pleasure radiating outward from my core, making me cry out his name as my body shakes with the force of it.
Matteo doesn't let up, drawing out my orgasm until I'm gasping and tugging his hair, the sensation almost too much to bear.
