Page 84 of Matteo
My voice came out throaty when I said, “We can always find a painter that could?—”
He didn’t let me finish that thought. “Over my dead body.”
He reached out his hand, lightly tracing his finger over the lacy material. He pulled the cups of my bra down and gently twisted my hardened peaks. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I pushed into his touch, demanding more, but he pretended not to notice.
He pulled his hand back, and I missed his touch like stars missed the night.
“I can’t believe I have to share you tonight.” There was a hoarseness to his voice, and I couldn’t keep a smile off my face.
Matteo Vitale was jealous.
I laid the precious material back in the box before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck. He bent his head, pressing his lips to mine into a long, searing kiss.
Until a knock sounded on the door and I startled, stumbling away from him. He let me, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it.
“Matteo, guests are starting to arrive.” It was his mother, and my eyes widened at the thought of being found. “Are you ready?”
Don’t let her see us, I mouthed, panicking.
I watched in horror as the door handle lowered but didn’t budge.
A relieved breath swooshed out of my lungs.
Thank God Matteo had the foresight to lock it.
“Not yet. Give me five minutes.”
Silence stretched seemingly forever.
“Okay, don’t be long.”
I released another heavy breath as her footsteps faded down the hall.
“I’ll tell Hannah soon,” I said, closing my eyes to avoid the look I knew I’d find on his face.
I reached for the straps of my summer dress, but his next words had me pausing. “No, not yet.”
My eyes darted to the door, then back to him. “We could get caught.”
He chuckled. “We’re adults. Besides, I want to return the favor and show my appreciation for our earlier… encounter.”
I rolled my eyes. “Very diplomatic choice of words.”
He grinned. “Fine, have it your way. I can’t stop thinking how beautiful you looked on your knees, my cock sliding between your lips.”
My cheeks burned. “Okay, I get the point.”
“You’re sexy as fuck like that. I think I’m going to fuck your brains out so you can feel me for the rest of the night.”
Heat rose up my neck, and every sensible part of me was urging me to take my gown and run, but I had to agree. The doors were locked. My body throbbed, demanding the pleasure Matteo’s words and looks promised. What could possibly go wrong?
I only hesitated for a heartbeat, glancing at the fancy dress sprawled on the bed. “Not on the bed. I don’t want to ruin your gift.”
He grinned. “The only thing I plan on ruining is your pussy with my mouth. Now. Come. Here.”
My arms banded around his neck. “So where are we going to do this?”
His lips met mine and he cupped my ass and lifted me against him, carrying me over to the desk facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. From behind the sheer drapes, we could see a few early guests already mingling.
