Tempted by Her Boss

Lord help her, but she desperately wanted him to screw her brains out.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, stroking her nails up and down his arm. “I won’t break. Please, Matteo.”

Her words seemed to urge him on. He pushed farther, filling her completely, and she sighed, closing her eyes to let the sensations overtake her. Slowly they began to move together, a delicious push and pull full of friction, full of passion. They rocked into each other, their hips meeting every time he plunged deep inside her. Again and again he thrust, taking her higher, higher, until she thought she might burst apart from the pleasure.

The wave threatened, she knew he was close too and she encouraged him, sliding her legs around his hips and sending him deeper. His movements became faster, jerkier and she appreciated the tiny loss of control. She didn’t want calm, calculated Matteo Renaldi in her bed. She wanted the passionate, unrestrained man, the one who cried out her name as he gathered her close, his orgasm taking him completely over as he shuddered over her. His thrusts never slowed and soon she was coming too, an absolute first for her. For the second time in one evening, it was like a kind of miracle and she pressed her face against his shoulder when he slumped against her, his breathing heavy, everything about him heavy.

Her heart raced triple time as she wrapped her arms around him, playing with the slightly wavy hair at his nape. He breathed hot against her neck, his chest pressing her into the mattress, their bodies still connected. She wanted to both push him off and hold him close, afraid this moment might never happen again, no matter what he told her earlier.

So she needed to make the most of it.

“I’m crushing you,” he whispered against her neck, his breath hot and she swore she felt the swipe of his tongue. “Let me get up.”

“Let me hold you a little while longer,” she murmured as she continued to stroke his hair. Yes, he was heavy. Yes, he was crushing her. But she didn’t care. She loved having him in her arms, their skin damp with sweat clinging to each other, their bodies still fused together. She didn’t want to ever forget this night, the first night she and Matteo made love.

Without a word, he eventually pulled away from her and she let her arms drop, watching helplessly as he climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. She grabbed the sheet and comforter, pulling them over her naked body to ward off the sudden chill in the room as she heard him move about the bathroom, disposing the condom, no doubt.

She shivered, feeling awkward. How she wished they could talk and plan and…dream. But men usually didn’t like that sort of thing and Matteo’s brothers had only just dropped the move-back-to-Italy bomb on him today. He still needed time to process. Think everything through. It wasn’t her right to ask him for all the details. Demand that he tell her his future plans so she could know exactly where she fit in them.

No matter how badly she wanted to ask.

He shuffled out of the bathroom minutes later, still magnificent in his nakedness as she blatantly inspected him. He slipped into the bed beside her, pulling up the covers, his arm sneaking out to wrap around her and pull her close.

“Don’t pretend that what just happened between us was no big deal,” he warned, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know what you’re thinking.”

The man, at moments, was completely insufferable. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“I can read it all over your face, though I won’t bore you with the details.” Gathering her even closer, as close as she could get, he held her to him. His mouth against her forehead, his arm wrapped tight about her waist. She rested her head against his chest, could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat, and she closed her eyes.

Despite her earlier concerns, she’d never felt so content.

“Stop worrying, bella,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair, combing out the snarling waves. “What’s happening between us is a good thing. Don’t mind my brothers.”

Ah, so her perception was right, not that she was really surprised. They didn’t like her.

“And my mother adores you, as does Matty,” he continued.

“What about you, Matteo? Do you—adore me?” She pressed her lips together, cursing her boldness. Every time she got around him, he pushed her to her very limits, always making her say things when she probably should use more restraint.

He slipped his fingers beneath her chin and tipped her face up so their gazes met. His was dark, mysterious and she wished she knew what he was really feeling.

More than anything, she wished he would tell her what he really felt.

“I want you in my life, Paige. By my side. I can’t…we can’t predict the future, but know that I want to pursue this. Us. Together.” Leaning down, he brushed her mouth with his, his lips lingering, his tongue licking.