“Mmm.” Her fingers trailed up his thighs and his obscene cock loved the feel.
“I hate seeing these scars on your knee.” She kissed around the scars and then her gaze moved to his erection.
Chapter Twenty
Erin hadn’t lied about giving a blowjob before although, technically, she hadn’t because he came on her hand, but with Mateo she intended to swallow. She wanted to know what all the fuss was about because Mateo sure as hell showed her what the fuss was about when he went down on her—that had been a first.
Seeing Mateo’s balls hanging heavily beneath his hugely swollen cock made her wet. He certainly put all her fantasies to shame because he was long, thick, and pulsing, like nothing she’d ever imagined.
With a slow, light caress up his length, she felt him come to life at her touch and sighed in utter delight when he leaked clear liquid at the tip.
She knew that meant he was too aroused, but she needed more. She looked up and held his gaze as her tongue slipped between her lips and swirled around the bulging head. Her eyes closed when his unique taste burst her senses wide open.
His hands slipped through the wet strands of her hair and her eyes met his again while she took more of him inside. She felt the tremor run through him as her hand rubbed his sac.
He was a beautiful man and when her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her mouth took more. Her tongue swirled and rubbed the sensitive underside, his hold on her hair tightened.
“I’m not going to last,” he growled.
She didn’t speak because that would mean moving away from the pleasure she gave him.
Her hand tightened, stroked, and with one powerful suck, she felt him swell.
“Erin,” he hissed.
She sucked again and he spilled inside her mouth with a long, loud groan of pleasure.
Her hand tightened around him and pulled back, while she sucked and enjoyed the power she had over him.
It was Mateo who pulled his dick free of her eager mouth and hand. “No more,” he panted and pulled her up into his arms. “I can’t…fuck.”
Instead of more words he quickly kissed her, smiled and wrapped her up in a towel. “Thank you.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “I want to take you on a real date.”
Her eyes lit at the idea and then she remembered her experiences in town thanks to the Caprice charade.
“Hey, none of that.” Mateo raised her chin and made her look at him. “I have somewhere in mind.” He grinned. “And that’s all I’m saying.”
“Then I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Good, now get dressed before someone comes along. We’ve pushed our luck a bit too much.” He placed a quick kiss to her lips and moved toward his clothes.
With the chill giving her goose bumps, Erin quickly towel dried and pulled her bra, jeans, and long sleeved shirt back on. She found that she couldn’t get warm so when Mateo appeared, looking sexy in his pale blue jeans, and T-shirt, she walked straight up to him.
Her arms went around his waist, seconds before his wrapped her up tightly against him. “Are you okay?”
She wasn’t surprised he’d asked. “Other than still feeling the chill, I’m fine.”
He started to rub her back and arms. “I shouldn’t have kept you naked like that.”
She pinched his butt. “Don’t you dare regret any of that because I don’t.”
He chuckled. “I couldn’t regret any of that even if I tried.”
She let his warmth seep into her, and whispered, “You regretted this morning.”
Mateo sighed and held onto her shoulders. “I don’t regret this morning, Erin. I…just didn’t know how to handle it. I wanted to thrust inside you so badly that it scared me—the depth of want that I feel for you. I was an ass for running and I’m sorry about that. I’m old enough to stay, but instead I acted like an idiot.” He kissed her forehead. “I can’t promise that I won’t do something stupid again, but I do promise that what I’m beginning to feel for you is real…It’s fucking scary.”
She leaned in and gave him one last hug. “Thank you for saying that.” Smiling, she stepped away. “Do you think we could go for coffee in town?”