Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
He’s everywhere - surrounding me, consuming me - and I let him.
Because for the first time, I don’t want to fight it.
I just want him.
I don't know who moves first, but suddenly, we’re stumbling back, still locked in a desperate, heated kiss.
My back barely has time to miss the cool surface of the wall before Matteo’s hands are on me again, guiding me, urging me.
The ladies’ room door swings open behind us, and we slip inside without breaking apart.
The room is empty, but I barely register it. All I can think about is Matteo - the way he tastes, the way his hands grip me, the way his body aligns perfectly with mine as if we were made for this.
One of his large, tanned hands moves up to cup my face, his thumb sweeping over my cheek as he tilts my head just right. The change of angle has him deepening the kiss until I feel lightheaded while his other hand drags down my naked spine, landing on the small of my back before pressing me flush against him.
I can feel the outline of his cock straining against his suit trousers, and I moan against his mouth, the sound swallowed by his mouth.
He backs us up further, his steps purposeful and controlled, and then the cool metal of the stall handle meets my back.
Matteo reaches out blindly, pushing the door open. The next thing I know, we’re inside the spacious, private stall, and I’m surrounded by mirrors and marble and him.
He kicks the door shut behind us, and the soft click of the lock sends a thrill through me.
I barely have chance to miss his touch. His hands are back on me instantly, tracing the shape of my body as he presses me against the sleek marble wall.
His grip is firm but reverent - as if he’s caught between the need to consume me and the desire to savour every second.
Safe to say I know the feeling very well.
I fist the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer, needing more. I shove it off his shoulders, and he lets it drop to the floor without hesitation.
His hands slide down my sides, gripping my thighs just below the slit of my dress, and when he lifts me effortlessly, my breath stutters. I gasp against his lips, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
The sound he makes in response - deep, primal and desperate - sends a shiver down my spine.
Matteo presses me against the wall, hard, his breath ragged as he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
His stubble scrapes deliciously against my skin, and my eyes roll back in my head at the feel of his cock pressing right against my core.
"Tell me to stop," he murmurs against my throat.
His voice is thick with restraint, but there’s something dangerously close to desperation in it, too.
I pull back enough to be able to meet his gaze.
My own breath is just as uneven as his as my heart hammers against my ribs, but I don’t tell him to stop.
Instead, I pull him down into another kiss as I tighten my legs around his waist.
This kiss is messy and uncontrolled - all heat and hunger. Matteo’s fingers press into my thighs before sliding higher, and a low groan rumbles from his chest as he breaks away again, his forehead pressing against mine.
“Daphne,” he murmurs.
Fuck, I love the way that he says my name; his voice deep and dark and full of desire, his accent thicker than I’ve ever heard it.
His warm hands skim up my thighs, pushing the silky fabric higher and exposing more of me.
I arch into his touch as my own fingers slip beneath his shirt, dragging across the taut muscles of his stomach. His skin is warm beneath my touch, his defined abs clenching as I run my nails lightly over them.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his grip on me tightening.
He presses harder into me, his mouth moving from my lips to my jaw then down the column of my neck.
His teeth graze over my pulse point before he sucks at the sensitive flesh, and I feel the deep pull of arousal twist low in my stomach as I roll my hips, my body reacting to every touch, every kiss, every deliberate brush of his body against mine.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls against my skin, his fingers skimming dangerously close to where I need him most, and I let out a breathy laugh.
“Right back at you, Rossi.”
Matteo lifts his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine.
There’s something raw in his expression - something possessive and utterly wild.
His hand slides higher, his fingers skimming over the lace edge of my underwear, and my breath stutters as a small, needy sound escapes me.
Matteo’s responding smirk is nothing but devilish.
“I knew you’d sound good,” he murmurs.