Page 66 of Good as Gold
He makes a low sound of satisfaction and shifts again, lining himself up. But he doesn’t penetrate me yet. He makes me wait for it. He sucks on my tongue, and then drops his mouth to place hot, wet kisses on my neck, while I shiver and squirm.
The thick head of his cock isright there. I bear down on the tip, trying to fill myself if he won’t do it for me.
“Fuck,” he grunts. And then he’s filling me in one fast slide.
I arch my back and moan. I’d had no idea what this would be like. I thought the sex would be two friends fumbling sweetly together. I thought we’d end up laughing.
Nope. We’re like wild animals—hips pumping, hearts pounding. The rest of the world sleeps, but we can’t get enough.
He pins my hands in place on the mattress and pushes his tongue into my mouth again. The tension in my core ratchets higher. I’m desperate to find my peak, and I’m also desperate not to.
It’s like I’m living someone else’s life right now. I’m a naked Cinderella, borrowing Prince Charming for a few dances before the sun comes up to take him away again.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this can’t last. But I push all reasonable thoughts aside, and I enjoy it while I can.
* * *
I’m dozing again in the shallow waters of sleep when I feel Matteo stir beside me. I open my eyes to see gray morning light pushing into the room. Then I close them again.
He makes a trip into my bathroom, and I hear the shower running.
I doze a little longer. If his plan is to sneak out early, I’ll let him go without a fuss. Maybe that’s the only way to do this—to pretend that the night wasn’t as shockingly intimate as I found it to be.
After his shower, I hear the telltale sounds of a man getting dressed as quietly as he can. I brace myself to hear the click of the door as he leaves.
But he comes back to the bedroom and sits beside me on the bed. He smooths the hair from my face, and I open my eyes to his serious gaze.
He licks his lower lip. “You okay?”
“Totally.” My voice is hoarse from disuse. “You?”
A flash of a smile. “Never better.” He plays with my hair a moment before speaking again. “So you’ll tell me if it worked, yeah? Or if we need to try again?”
“Of course. It’s a waiting game now. I’ll take the vitamins, stay off the alcohol, and then I’ll either get my period or not. Even if I don’t, you won’t see me celebrating. So many early pregnancies don’t make it.”
He nods. “I’ll be thinking about you. Hope you get everything you want.”
I gaze up into his chocolate eyes and swallow hard. “Thank you.”
His gaze sweeps my face, lingering on my lips. I hold my breath, hoping for one last kiss. Instead, he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. Then he stands up and exits the room.
The door clicks loudly as he leaves, just as I knew it would.
CHAPTER25
MATTEO
I feel strangely raw as I exit Leila’s building into the cool spring morning. My car is waiting for me by the dumpsters, and I make a mental note to call the rental company today and negotiate a better long-term rate.
There are a million things I need to do today, but I know I’m going to spend most of my hours preoccupied with thoughts of Leila. I’ll be wondering if she’ll get pregnant. And how she’s feeling about it.
She wanted a sperm donor, and I delivered. But it feels like I left a piece of my soul up on the second floor.
Still worth it, though, if she gets what she wants.
As I pull around the building, an employee of my sister’s coffee shop steps outside to flip the sign to OPEN. So instead of turning onto the highway, I choose a parking spot and get out of the car again.
Coffee will make everything better. I head inside to order an espresso and one of those hot pretzels they sell.
