Page 102 of The One
No, it was beyond anything my mind had dreamed up!
Probably because it was Mateo, who’s undoubtedly had plenty of experience kissing and everything that comes after.
Argh!!!
I don’t want to think about him kissing other women! Or doing it with them.
I want him to myself.
Could a man like him ever be a one-woman man?
Unlikely.
Memories of seeing him with other women flood back. They would have been experienced. They would have known what to do in bed, how to please him, and how to hold his attention.
A wave of jealousy crashes over me. I want to be in their place, with their confidence, their knowledge, their experience.
I want to do all the things they did with Mateo.
Get a grip, Mari. That’s impossible. You have to stay a virgin until your wedding night.
Argh! The world is so unfair to women in the Mafia!
But I’m comforted by the fact that Mateo actually wanted me.
Me!
I could feel him. When I melted against him, his hard penis pressed up against my abdomen. It was… big.
Not that I have any experience to compare it to. But I wouldn’t be surprised if he was huge.
There’s nothing average about that man.
I touch my lips. Even an hour later, they’re still swollen and tingly.
His kisses were so full of want that my panties turned into a damp mess, and it had nothing to do with the pouring rain.
That alone took the entire experience up a notch. It felt cinematic, like something straight out of a dream.
And he wants me to go with him to a club tonight. He said he’ll take care of a dress, but what should I do with my hair and makeup?
I’ve never been out to a place like that.
I sit up, chewing on my lip. My eyes fall on a parcel on my bedside table.
The smile on my face grows impossibly large.
Another present? Mateo is spoiling me.
I pick it up and realize it was posted to me. Turning the parcel around, I check the address, and all my giddiness disappears.
The parcel is on the small side, no bigger than the box Mateo gave me earlier.
With trepidation, I tear it open and find a sleek black phone inside. It’s not beautiful like the one Mateo gave me.
How could it be?
That phone is perfection. For starters, it’s in my favorite color. How did he know that, anyway?
