Page 62 of Good as Gold
Indeed he does, because the same hand that squeezed my tit has now dipped beneath the hem of my dress. I actually whimper a little when it slides up the back of my thigh. His fingertips breech the elastic of my panties as he teases the swell of my ass, a naughty touch that makes me gasp again.
Matteo lowers his hot mouth onto mine and swallows my moan. This kiss isn’t subtle, either. It’s wet and hungry. I’m braced between his hard body and the refrigerator door as his tongue slides commandingly into my mouth.
But I don’t feel trapped. I feelheld. Like I don’t have to think so hard for once, because Matteo has got this, and he’s running the show.
And what a show it’s going to be. Impossibly, his kiss deepens, and I flood with desire.
He must sense it, because he groans into my mouth. His roughened palm squeezes my ass, and I shamelessly hike a knee, wrapping my leg around his body. This draws him even closer, where I can fit myself against the hard ridge in his jeans.
Of all the hours we’ve spent together in our lives, not one of them felt like this. I’ve gone twenty years without knowing how he tastes (fabulous!) and without knowing the feel of his heated skin under my hands as I nudge his T-shirt up and out of the way, so I can handle more of him.
My exploration is cut off when he suddenly plucks me off the floor with one corded forearm under my ass.
I wrap my arms around him as he carries me out of the kitchen area and makes the turn down the hall toward my bedroom. A moment later I’m tossed gently onto the comforter. He leans down, his strong arms braced on the bed, and gazes at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You ready?” he rasps.
“Yes.” It comes out as a whisper, even if it’s true. My nipples are hard, and my panties are damp, and I don’t know why we’re still talking.
“Good,” he growls. And then he pounces. There’s no other word for it. His magic hands are everywhere, and his kiss is like fire. My nerves are gone. I’m too busy drinking down his kisses and tugging at his clothes. I hear the metalliczzzzof my zipper giving way as he relieves me of my dress. And then my bra. He curses under his breath as he flings it off the bed.
He dips his head down to kiss his way onto the swells of my breasts. I ought to feel very naked right now, but I’m too distracted by soft, hungry kisses and roughened hands caressing my skin. We both groan as one of my pebbled nipples slides against his tongue. I can’t shut down my shiver.
As a teen I’d always wondered how it felt to be seduced by Matteo Rossi. And now I finally know.
It feels amazing.
I thread my fingers through his long hair and feel my thighs clench against too much nothingness.
Matteo takes his time. He leaves one breast, only to fall upon the other one. I give his hair an impatient tug.
“You need more?” he asks between twisting, licking kisses to my nipple.
“You know I do.”
He chuckles, rising to kiss the sensitive place just beneath my ear. “Is this a good time to point out that you’re the one who wanted to hand me a paper cup?”
“Don’t gloat.”
He laughs. And then he flattens me against the bed once again, his hard chest against my heavy breasts, and takes my mouth in an eager kiss.
My body softens instantly beneath his, welcoming the hard ridge of his arousal between my legs. I lift my knees and pin him there, as if to show him how much better this could get.
“Patience,” he says between kisses. “If this is my only night with you, it’s gotta be a great one.”
It already is, though. No one has ever worshipped me quite like this. For a moment, I feel sad about that. Years of inertia meant that I wasted so much time.
But then Matteo kisses his way down my body, and I forget all about my troubles. He hooks a thumb into the elastic at the hip of my string bikini underwear. But he doesn’t remove them right away. Instead, he inches them down my body, centimeter by centimeter, kissing his way across my newly bared skin as he goes.
It’s delicious agony. Every kiss brings his mouth closer to the target zone, but he’s taking his sweet time to get there.
Oh my. I haven’t been teased like this before. Not this decade, anyway. And certainly, I haven’t had a man’s mouth anywhere near my—
The panties are yanked away.
Oh, wow.
Mmm.
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