Matteo (9 page)

Chapter 16

I turn off the shower and scrub my hands down my face. I stand there staring at the white subway tiles as I run my fingers through my dripping hair.

I just fucked Ellie Parker.

Shit.

I wasn’t supposed to do that – she’s a client of the firm and there’s a policy in place that explicitly forbids me from taking her to bed – but I did. And it felt

So.

Fucking.

Good.

She’s soft in all the right places. With delicious, feminine curves. And tight where I need her to be. She smells like roses and the sounds that poured out of her body had me feeling strung out.

Yes – I broke the rules by fucking her, but I don’t regret it. She was worth whatever trouble is to come my way.

I wrap a fluffy, white towel around my waist before padding towards the bathroom door. I lean against the doorframe and watch her lying in the bed.

She’s sleeping – a mess of ruffled pink and blond hair matted to her face. Mascara smudged, lips slightly parted as her naked breasts rise and fall with her even breaths.

And still, she’s angelic.

Perfect.

I’ve been with lots of women so I know perfection when I see it. And I see perfection when I look at Ellie Parker.

Her soft snores are the only sound filling the room. She looks so innocent. So peaceful. Nothing like the feisty broad who’s been challenging me, resisting me since the day I first laid my eyes on her.

I smile to myself. She’s not so sassy now, is she? Last night, I broke her. Dominated her. Fucked the sass right out of her. Now, she looks like the little seraphim I already knew was hiding beneath all her damn defenses.

And I like it.

I like
her
.

I don’t want to, but goddammit – I do.

I shake the thought out of my head.
Slow down there, buddy
.
Time to put the brakes on.
Fucking this fiery chick is one thing. Feeling something – anything – for her is a completely different story.

I step into the massive hotel room and the wooden floors squeal under my weight. She stirs under the covers and rolls over. Her eyes flicker open and I watch as she eases up onto her elbows and peers around the room. Her mouth forms a huge O and she slaps her palm to her forehead as the reality of what happened last night settles in.

No sweetheart – what happened between us last night wasn’t a dream. Every toe-curling minute of it was real
. I feel my mouth twist into a wicked grin.

I take another step, which causes the floorboards to wail again.

Her eyes finally find me. “Mr. Moretti…” she gasps softly, her cheeks instantly turning crimson.

I can’t help but chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, pulling the light sheets tightly around her chest.

“Well after the night we shared, I assumed we’d be on a first-name basis this morning.”

She doesn’t seem to see the humor. “I need to go,” she mutters softly, stumbling out of bed, the sheets still clenched to her chest. She finds her underwear in a twisted mess on the floor. She grabs her dress from the pile on the chair where she’d tossed it at some point last night. She drops to the floor and grabs one of her shoes.

She bustles by me, making a beeline for the bathroom. I grab her softly by the wrist and she stalls. There’s so much shame on her face when she looks at me.

“Hey…” I say softly.

Her eyes start to glisten. She looks like she’s about to cry.

I brush my finger across her cheek, down to her chin.

Her words tumble into each other. “I know what you probably think about me. I’m not the kind of girl you think I am. This was stupid. I was drunk.”

I crane my neck, lowering my face to hers. “Relax…” I say softly. “Relax…Don’t overthink this.”

Her posture softens just a little as she drags her wrist across her face catching the first of her tears. “I’m not just another notch in your belt, Matteo.”

I smile softly at her. “No – you’re not.” My hand is still on her face. “Look – this was just a one-time thing. We just had a little fun. Nobody has to find out. Ever. What happens in Jersey stays in Jersey, okay?”

She looks up at me, vulnerability overflowing and I just want to taste her again. I want to fuck her until it doesn’t feel like a mistake anymore. I think she wants that, too. Her eyes settle on my lips for a long time until they drop to my chin and run down my throat to my shoulders, my chest, the trail of hairs at the V of my stomach. Then, they ricochet back up to my face and I see desire shining in her eyes.

Goddamn this fiery specimen of a woman.

My fingers slide into her hair and I pull her head towards me. I can’t help myself. I have to indulge again. It’s urgent.

My mouth covers hers. The kiss is gentle despite the scorching intensity blazing inside of me. Her lips are plush and cushiony. Her breathing seems to have stalled in her throat. Her whole body has gone rigid. I need her to relax. To breathe.

I nibble at her chin. Tickle lightly at her side.

She pushes out a soft giggle just as she exhales, tension evaporating from her body, the spent air seeping out of her lungs.

I lap playfully at the seam of her mouth, causing her lips to part. I cradle her cheeks in my hands. The bed sheet drops away from her body as her fingers go to my waist. I lick into her mouth. Slowly. Slowly. My tongue dances with hers.

My hands drop to her shoulders, holding onto her like she might slip away. Her skin is burning up under my touch.

She tugs on the towel around my waist and it falls to the floor along with the sheet. And we’re naked together. I grab her by the hips and hoist her up. Her legs wrap around me, her wetness pressing into my hardening cock.

She whimpers, her hot breath tickling the top of my lip.

I carry her to the bed, still kissing her. Can’t stop kissing her.

Why do I feel so out of control?

I’m on top of her and her hands clasp around the back of my neck. She’s hanging on as if for dear life as she gets lost in the kiss. I’m dizzy from wanting her so hard and the sounds escaping her let me know that she feels the same.

I lick her neck as I rub the palm of my hand over her mound. Her hips jerk against my fingers, her body chasing my touch.

Good girl
. I’ve got her right where I want her. Soft and pliable in my hands.

She reaches down and her fingers curl around my cock. A strained sound pours out of my throat and blood rushes down there. The skin stretches, my cock getting even harder. I fight to regain control.

It’s a power struggle between us.

But she can’t win. I won’t let her. I have to show her I’m in charge of her pleasure.

My lips graze along those high cheekbones until they find the lobe of her ear. I suck until she whimpers something incomprehensible. I run my tongue along her throat, her collarbone, her chest. Her fingers coil into my hair as I suck her swollen nipple into my mouth. She writhes and moans, telling me how much she’s aching to feel me inside of her.

I lean over the side of the bed and pick up the box of condoms from the floor where I’d discarded it last night. Her fingers run eagerly up and down my arm. I can see the impatience in her eyes as I open a small, foil packet and roll the condom on.

I slide into her. And I want to roar.

She. Feels. So. Good.

She’s so wet I can hear it as I grind my hips into her. The smell of sex warms up the air. I slide all the way to the hilt, pushing as far as her body will let me go. It’s rough. It’s fast. It’s hard. And her body tells me she wouldn’t have it any other way. “Matteo. Fuck. Shit. Matteo. Yes.” she groans, shutting her eyes against the pleasure.

“Take it, Ellie. Take it,” I grunt into her ear and she whimpers again. “Take this dick in your tight little cunt.” Her pussy swallows up my cock and squeezes down on me. Oh. She’s so fucking tight.

If I don’t pull out of her, I’m going to explode right this minute. Too soon. Not yet.

I slide my cock out of her and her mouth curves into a pout. “Nooo,” she grumbles.

But then, I lower myself to the bed with a wicked smile spreading across my lips. I grab her by the thighs and tug her legs around my neck. I blow a gust of hot air over her gleaming pussy. Her loud, sharp groan fills the room. I rub my stubbly cheek across the inside of her thigh – she loves that shit. I watch, amazed, as she becomes even wetter. Her fragrance is intoxicating and I just want it on my tongue.

I pull her swollen bud between my lips and her back arches off of the mattress. “You like that?”

The question is rhetorical. The way her body responds leaves no doubt in my mind. Still, she screams. “Yes!’

I graze my teeth against her clit over and over. I lose myself in it. I could eat her forever. But she thrashes uncontrollably.

Poor thing – she’s becoming so sensitive. Her squeals are high-pitched and desperate now. It’s too much for her. I can tell. She tenses up, fighting the overwhelming pleasure. “Let go, Ellie,” I murmur into her flesh. She grunts out a protest. “Let go.” I lick at her wetness. “It’ll feel so much better if you just let go.” She’s determined to fight it. “Lose yourself in this moment. Submit to me.”

She takes a loud, ragged breath and then, she roars. A violent orgasm reverberates through her. I’d love to keep licking her but she’s pushing me away, sliding her legs shut.

I crawl back up to eye level with her and those soft gray irises are cloudy, her lids heavy as she recuperates. I kiss her because I’m greedy like that. I want more. I need more.

She tastes herself on me. Her kiss is reckless. So eager. She’s spent but she wants more.

“On your knees. I need to fuck you from behind,” I mutter against her lips and she complies without hesitation. I get behind her and grab a hold of her slim waist. I shudder as my cock sinks into her. She’s warm and tight.

“Fuck me, Matteo,” she purrs glancing back over her shoulder to look at me.

Damn this woman – so fucking sexy.

I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her face to me. My tongue steals past her lips and I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. It’s only a matter of moments till we hit the peak together.

We’re loud and reckless and absorbed in the moment as we climax together.

I drop onto my back on top of the damp sheets, struggling to catch my breath. She’s next to me on her stomach, face buried in a pillow as she recovers. We’re in too much ecstatic shock to even speak.