Page 128 of The One
I’m hot, flustered, and if anybody asked me what day it was, I couldn’t tell them.
Mateo runs his fingers through his hair, taming the mess I made during our heated make-out session in the backseat of the car. He steps out, and it’s only then that I realize we’ve come to a stop. Drawing in ragged breaths, I glance out the window.
How are we already back at Carloso?
It was only a few minutes ago that Mateo dragged me from the club. I had the distinct impression he’d have thrown me over his shoulder to speed up our departure if it wouldn’t have been so inappropriate.
The second we slid into the backseat, he raised the partition between us and the front of the car where his driver and guard sat. As soon as it was in place, he pounced on me like a panther on its prey, kissing me with a need I hadn’t known a man could possess.
My entire body hums like a chord on a guitar as I unbuckle my seat belt, my eyes following Mateo as he rounds the front of the car and stops at my door, opening it with a panty-melting smile. He’s such a gentleman.
He holds out his hand to me, and I stare at it, hesitating to take it. The fog his consuming kisses had engulfed me in lifts just enough for a sliver of rational thought to return.
If I walk into the house holding his hand, his soldiers will see us. They will assume something happened at the club. There won’t be any denying it… and then my father will know.
“Dolcezza,” Mateo invites again and when my gaze lifts from his outstretched hand to his face, the soft smile that seems to be reserved for only me is there again.
It short-circuits something important in my brain and without another thought, I place my palm in his. His fingers close over mine, ever so gently caressing my knuckles.
He helps me out of the car, and we climb the flat stairs to the immense front door hand in hand.
It stands open, ready to let us in, but no one is there and I let out an inaudible sigh of relief.
Maybe my father won’t find out about this thing with Mateo just yet, sparing me from having him twist Mateo’s interest in me to his advantage.
What am I saying? After going to the club with Mateo and ignoring his nine o’clock call, my father must have already drawn his conclusions.
Dread pools in my stomach.
What will his spies have told him?
Did they see us making out? Or worse, did they see the way Mateo touched me?
At least they won’t know for sure what went down in the backroom, namely me on my knees. Though, it wouldn’t be hard to conclude something happened, considering the way we rushed out of the club looking utterly disheveled.
Oh god! The way I behaved, so brazen, so wanton.
This man brings out a side of me I don’t recognize.
Heat rushes to my cheeks, as the memory of how I was grinding myself on Mateo’s lap replays in my mind.
And sucking him off? All I wanted at the time was to calm him. He was terrifying when he dealt with that guy in the club, but I was never afraid of him, not for a second. He’d never hurt me.
To my surprise, I actually enjoyed giving him pleasure. I just had to get over the shock of seeing how big his penis was.
Are they all like that?
I felt completely clueless about what to do or how to even begin. But judging by Mateo’s reactions and the way he lost control, I did well.
I smile to myself as he strides through the foyer, pulling me behind. But when he heads for the staircase a knot of dread rapidly tightens my stomach. The last of the lust-induced haze clouding my mind vanishes with my next thought.
Does he expect me to sleep with him?
That’s what naturally follows, isn’t it?
That knot of dread in my stomach? It twists tighter, so suffocating it feels like it might never come undone. A cold sweat prickles along my spine, the chill at odds with the fiery rush of my racing pulse.
I had an orgasm on his finger, he had one in my mouth.
