She wanted to know what this meant between us.
She wanted to know if I was carving out a place for her in my future.
And I abso-fucking-lutely was.
“Absolutely.”
It was a promise.
Practically a vow.
And the sweet smile on her face told me it was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Then she went ahead and tortured me for several long moments by taking a series of such deep breaths that her breasts rose up out of the water, her nipples pointing and begging to be touched.
“Hey, Matteo?” she called, voice soft.
“Yeah, baby?” I asked, clearing my throat to get the husky edge out of it. But if she didn’t start breathing normally again, she was going to know how affected I was when my cock started to press against her ass.
“Take a hint, would you?” she asked, reaching down for my hand and sliding it up her belly to close over her breast.
Any ideas of being the good guy flew out the window at that moment.
And as my fingers moved to her nipple, I realized that I would never tire of giving this woman exactly what she wanted from me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Josie
I practically made myself lightheaded from all the deep breathing, trying to make his gaze slide to my breasts, trying to make him want to reach out and touch.
Maybe it was crazy to feel turned on after the night I’d had.
Blood and kidnapping and murder shouldn’t have been a turn-on.
And they weren’t, not exactly.
What was a turn-on was Matteo charging in and doing whatever it took to get me out of a bad situation, to grab me a hold me close, to shuffle me home where he wanted to take care of me.
That was a huge turn-on, being taken care of. Maybe especially so because I’d always needed to take care of myself, because I’d never had someone to fret over me, make me tea, or run me a bath.
Finding out that I could actually get that in a man, and that this man in particular did not resent it or have to be nudged into doing it, yeah, it was more arousing than I could have ever anticipated.
My body, so exhausted from everything it had been through in the past twenty-four hours, somehow came back to life with desire sparking off every nerve ending, shooting little fires all across my skin.
I went from zero to a hundred in a few short seconds, and Matteo just wasn’t picking up on my subtle signals.
I was too far gone to care about being blunt and demanding. I needed him to touch me, and I was happy to initiate.
Matteo was quick to take over, though, his thumbs and forefingers rolling my hardened nipples in tandem as I let my eyes drift close, getting lost in the sensations.
It wasn’t long, though, until my body was begging, aching for more.
Seeming to pick up on the way my thighs were pressing together as though I could calm the chaos between them, Matteo’s hand left my breast, traveling down the center of my belly before pressing between my thighs, just a firm pressure that sent sparks of need through my system.
“Matteo, please,” I whimpered, rolling my hips, feeling his cock press against my ass, thick and promising fulfillment. If only I could get him to stop teasing me.
“Shh. You said you could be quiet,” he told me as two fingers slipped inside me as his thumb simultaneously found my clit.
“And you know I lied,” I reminded him, rocking my hips against the thrust of his fingers, trying to get a deeper and fuller sensation, the kind I’d get if his cock was inside of me like I was dying for. “Matteo, please,” I begged, my walls clenching tight around him, making a groan escape him.
I knew I had him then.
Our bodies folded upward for a moment as he reached out of the tub, fumbling with his pants until he freed his wallet, and then found the condom he was looking for.
“Up, baby,” he demanded, pushing me until I was on my knees.
He went up on his behind me, reaching between us to slip on the condom, then reaching for me.
One hand went to my lower back, pressing me forward as he tapped his heavy cock against the cheek of my ass for a second before sliding it between and rubbing it against my slick cleft.
“Please,” I begged, hands reaching out to grab the sides of the tub.
“Arch your ass up,” he demanded, landing a light slap to one cheek as his cock kept rubbing up my pussy, teasing over my clit, but not giving nearly enough contact to put an end to the throbbing ache between my thighs.
Happy to do whatever I could that might get me the orgasm I so desperately needed, I arched my ass up toward him while I dropped my lower back.