I reach out and caress his face, leaning in to kiss him goodnight. I just want this. I just want his love. I don’t want to consider any unpleasantness. I just want him.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” I tell him.
He offers me a smile, his fingers curling around my wrist. “Of course. I can start taking you out again, now that all this shit’s behind us.”
I brighten. “I’d like that.”
“I never did take you to that speakeasy.”
“Maybe after the baby,” I suggest, since I can’t do much at a speakeasy right now.
His hand leaves my wrist, coming to rest on the curve of my belly. I snuggle up close to him, not dislodging his hand, but then impulsively I cover it with my own, guiding it lower. Catching my drift, he smiles at me, moving between my legs to see if I’m wearing panties. I’m not. Just the touch of his fingers turns me on, and then he climbs over me, that sensual, sexy smile on his lips before he comes down to kiss me, and my heart is so. Damn. Full.
I will not give this man up.
Not for anything.
Not for anyone.
Chapter Three
Mia
His big, strong hands close like shackles around my wrists, pinning me to the bed. I exhale shakily, bringing my eyes to his. Those warm brown eyes that haunt my dreams, amusement dancing in their depths, somehow coexisting with his dominance as he leans down and buries his face in my neck. I moan as he leaves a trail of kisses, shuddering with pleasure. I pull at my wrists, wanting to free them, wanting to explore his body, but he doesn’t let me.
“Uh uh,” he murmurs, pulling back to look at me. “I want to take it from you, Mia.”
It’s sick, the throb of excitement that shoots through me. “We can’t, Mateo.”
“Sure we can,” he says, like it’s easy. Like there’s no reason he shouldn’t be pressing his hard cock against me, no reason for him not to lean in closer, his face hovering mere inches from mine. It’s like I’m waiting for his permission to breathe, and he won’t give it.
And then he kisses me, and my eyes close, my brain fogging over with desire. I know there are valid reasons why neither of us should be doing this, but his tongue sweeps into my mouth, silencing all of them. I push against his grasp again, desperate to touch him, and he presses down harder. He moves my arms higher over my head, holding them at the wrist as his other now-free hand skates down my side, inching toward my closed legs.
“Fight me, Mia.”
I can’t breathe with how much I want him, but I’ll do whatever he wants. If he wants a fight, I’ll give him a fight.
I twist away, struggling against him as he forces his hand between my clenched legs. “Mateo, stop it. Please.”
He smirks, liking when I beg, even a little.
So I beg some more.
His fingers move inside me and I forget to fight, forget to pretend I don’t want him. I get one of my hands free, clutching his torso, trying to pull him closer. “Please, I need you inside me,” I whisper.
He practically growls with pleasure, and excitement courses through my whole body. I want to please him with the same level of ferocity as always, and it doesn’t make sense, but I want it. I want him.
He lets me touch him for a moment, but then he pins me down again. “Now, now, Mia. Be a good girl.”
“Too late,” I mutter.
He chuckles at that, and my heart fills up. His eyes meet mine and I see the warmth, I see that I matter to him, I see his affection for me, and my desire only grows. How I could have captured the interest of this man is beyond me, but I never want to let it go.
And then suddenly, like a bucket of ice water dumped over my prone body, I recall why we can’t.
“Wait,” I say, not playing. He can see I’m not playing, and even though he can take when he’s not playing, he stops. Lingers near me, his fingers caressing my jawline.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
It’s almost painful to get the words out. I don’t want to, but I don’t want to hurt anyone, either. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” His lips move nearer my face and he drops a little kiss where his finger was just a second ago, leaving a trail along my jawline, inching closer to my mouth. I have to stop him before he gets to my lips. If he kisses me again, I won’t be able to say no. I won’t be able to mean it.
“You have Meg. I have Vince. We can’t do this to them.”
Instead of seeing reason, instead of stopping, he lets his hand drift between my legs again. As he enters me, toying with my body, he makes an even bigger play with my heart. “They don’t have to know.”