Page 72 of Ache for You (Slow Burn 3)
Oh God. Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to him. Maybe I have a type. Men Who Seem Like Catches but Are in Fact Giant Lying Pieces of Shit.
This is an awful realization, like finding out Santa Claus is a lie. I wonder if I should try being a lesbian?
“What are you thinking?”
My mouth is ahead of my brain. “About becoming a lesbian.”
Without missing a beat, Matteo says, “You’d make a terrible lesbian.”
“I think I’d make a great lesbian!”
“You like dick too much.”
My face flames with heat. “I don’t like dick any more or less than the next girl.”
His arm tightens arou
nd me. Into my ear he says in a husky murmur, “Yes, you do. You just haven’t ridden the right dick yet.”
I want to fan myself, but I’m too busy hiding my face in the pillow. I have no idea how we went from revealing painful family dynamics to riding dicks so quickly, but here we are.
He punctuates his statement with a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. It sends a little tremor throughout my body, which he evidently knew it would because his chuckle is so smug I want to strangle him.
“You’re an awful person.”
“And yet you want me.”
“We’re back to that line? Your ego has its own atmosphere, you know that? God, I wish vanity were painful.”
“I’m not vain, I’m merely stating the facts.”
“Please stop talking now. You’re making me want to commit murder.”
His chest shakes with the laughter he’s trying to suppress. “Remember what I told you about love and hate, bella. Two sides of the same coin.”
He renders me useless by starting to massage my skull. It’s heaven. His hands are big and strong, and the pleasure makes my eyes cross. I sigh again, caught between wanting to stand up and smother him with the pillow and wanting to live the rest of my life in this bed.
“Don’t you have to go to work? It’s Monday.”
“I will. Eventually. Right now I’ve got more important things to do.”
“Hmpf.”
He whispers, “Go back to sleep.”
“Like I could.”
“Why not?”
“Gee, let’s see. We’re in your bed, for starters.”
“Fully clothed. Which is how we’ll stay.” Pregnant pause. “Unless you’re planning on undressing me.”
“Shut up.”
His fingers slide around my head and start to massage my temples. I make a noise like a pig digging for truffles.
“At least let the aspirin get to work. When you feel better, I’ll drive you home. Then, later on or tomorrow, you can let me know what you decide about my offer.”
