Page 61 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
I wake sweaty, thirsty, and wedged between the wall and Matteo’s firm body.Despite the lust simmering in my veins, I extract myself from his arms and scoot off the futon for a drink of water.He mumbles in his sleep and absently skims his hand over the empty space looking for me.
Wonder flows through me.Even in sleep, he’s looking out for me.
I fill a second cup of water and wander over to the window.A man stands halfway down the street with his upper half in the shadows.Even though I can’t see his face, the hairs on my nape rise, and I sense his eyes searching the darkness within my window.I stiffen and let the curtain fall closed.
Hard arms wrap around me from behind.I stifle my shriek and swat Matteo’s chest when he spins me around.
“You scared the hell out of me.There’s a man standing on the sidewalk looking at my window,” I say.
He pivots me away from the curtain and peeks out.The ferocity in his eyes sends a chill down my spine.
“Get back in bed, little rabbit.I need to make a phone call,” he says.
My legs wobble, but I make it back to the futon and place my empty cup on the floor without incident.He retrieves his phone and speaks softly for a few moments before joining me.
By the ease with which he addresses the person on the line and the terseness of the conversation, he must have called whichever bodyguard was on call tonight.
“Move in with me,” he demands.
I firm my resolve and shake my head despite the darkness.
“No, Matteo.Not yet,” I say.
He sighs and pulls me tighter against him but doesn’t argue.
Suspicion tingles over my nerves.I search his eyes in the darkness but find no answers.He drapes my leg over his hip and strokes my back.
“Is this uncomfortable?”he asks.
I shrug.My nipples harden as they brush against the muscular planes of his chest.The rush isn’t fully pleasurable but also doesn’t hurt like earlier in the day.
“It’s worth it,” I say as I trail my fingertips along his outer arm.
“Will you be too sore on Friday for the strapless dress I bought you?”he asks.
“What’s on Friday?”
“A fundraising gala for the filthy rich to feel better about themselves.Normally I wouldn’t go, but our new projects could use the publicity,” he says.
I pretend to consider it for a moment.
“Won’t Liam be upset if I steal his spotlight?”
Matteo’s growl arrows straight to my womb.
“Don’t mention another man when you’re naked in my arms, little rabbit,” he warns.
I decide to poke the bear since he seems intent to ignore his hard cock.
“Or what?Mr.Bruns—”
He plasters his mouth over mine and flattens me against the mattress with his powerful body.
Despite the jealous fury shining from his eyes, he worships me with every flick of his tongue, brush of his hand, and stroke of his fingers.
I couldn’t love Matteo Ricco more.
Which makes enacting my revenge even more urgent.Every part of me yearns to merge with him.The distance caused by my need for vengeance cannot remain.
