His gaze slid over her naked form as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“No.” She spun him so his back rested against the door and pinned his wrists at his sides. “Let me. Keep your hands here.”
His eyes widened, and he flattened his palms on the wood.
A heady, almost drunken sensation swam through her veins. Who was this wanton woman? Where had she been hiding all these years? No matter—it was her turn to take control. Licking her lips, she unfastened his shirt buttons.
He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing, but let her undress him without protest. She kissed each inch of exposed skin and ran greedy palms over the smooth planes of his chest. His belly tensed beneath her hands. When she sank to her knees and hooked her fingertips into his waistband, he clenched his fists.
Barely restrained by the loose linen, his erection jutted up and out. She pressed her lips to the tip and heated the cloth with her breath.
“Bella, please.” His breath shuddered as she stroked his length, then unknotted the drawstring at his waist. One quick tug, and his pants fell to the floor.
She sat back on her heels and admired the delectable treat before her, long and thick, its rosy crown weeping a tear of pleasure. “Ciao, bello.” Corny, but she couldn’t resist. Just to prolong his sweet torture, she stroked his length with her scarf and ran the cool silk over his plump balls. His strangled cry landed somewhere between a groan and a growl.
Encircling his shaft with both hands, she took the plush crown into her mouth. Immediately, his hips began to buck, a small, instinctive movement that made her shiver with need. His fingers threaded into her hair and softly kneaded her scalp, but he let her set the pace, never pushing too hard. She licked him from root to tip, teasing him with nips and nibbles, all the while stroking his balls and cock with her scarf. Such a mesmerizing contrast—silk over hot stone.
Face flushed, eyes hooded, he lolled his head against the door and surrendered to her greedy hands and tongue—until his body jolted. He grasped her shoulders and pulled free from her mouth, panting, “Bella, I want to finish inside you. Please.” Feeling every inch the sultry temptress, she draped the damp scarf over her shoulders and flashed a wicked smile as she swirled the silk around one aching nipple.
With a growl, he yanked her to her feet and pressed her against the door. Her scarf slithered to the floor. His erection poked her belly, then slid lower to glide in the slickness of her arousal while he pinched and rolled her nipples. Fierce need flared deep inside. She wrapped one thigh around his waist and angled her hips until his blunt crown notched at her entrance.
He hissed and jerked backward. “Condom.”
Oh my God, we almost—Chest heaving, she gulped air while he sheathed himself.
He snatched up her scarf and turned her to face the breakfast bar. His breath hot on her nape, he wound the silk around the kitchen spigot, then around her wrists. Not too tight, just a symbolic binding, but the feeling of yielding control to Matteo fired her blood. She bit her lip and arched her back as he nudged her feet apart. The taut head of his cock prodded her entrance. With a ragged groan, he drove into her in one deep stroke that stole her breath.
He pummeled her, his hips slapping hard and fast against her ass while his cock did magical things inside her. His breath came shallow and ragged, but his nimble fingers slid through her slick arousal and found her clit, circling, circling. She gripped the counter and shoved her hips backward, meeting him thrust for delicious thrust.
“God, Matteo, so good, so good.” Her words dissolved into moans.
He slowed his movements to prolong the last delirious moments. She trembled on the edge, barely breathing.
His fingers tightened on her hip, his voice strained. “Now, bella. Come for me now.” He pinched her clit and drove his cock in to the root.
With a high, keening cry, she let go. Spirals of impossible pleasure lifted her onto her toes. Matteo clutched her close, his sweaty chest against her back as he shuddered and gasped.
Gradually the sparks winked out, her breath slowed, and her twitching muscles relaxed. Matteo’s damp palms stroked her flanks. His breath hot against her ear, he murmured, “Danielle Delfino, you are a goddess.”
Her chuckle was threaded with bitterness. “My last name is Peters.”
“Bullshit.” He gave a final thrust before withdrawing. “That bastard left you. Take your name back, bella. Take your life back.” He kissed between her shoulder blades. “Take me with you.”
Her spine stiffened. Beautiful words, but what did they really mean?
He unknotted the scarf and eased her onto a stool, then trotted to the bathroom and returned a moment later with a fluffy hand towel and a sheepish expression. Lips pressed together, he watched while she blotted between her legs.
God, I don’t want to tell him, but I have to.“Matteo—”
“Look, I—” He balled up the towel and held it to his chest. “Bella, I’m sorry. You make me crazy in the best possible way, and I say things I shouldn’t. I know you’ve got a life away from here, your kids, your job, your friends. I respect that. I’m just—” His sculpted shoulders rose and fell. “I wish I could be a part of it.”
Her gut vibrated like a plucked guitar string.
She slid her arms around his neck and held him close, rocking slowly to the music—a tenor sax solo, sultry and mournful. “I have to put my kids first.” She stroked his back and fought the ache behind her eyes.
This was insane. She wasn’t supposed to meet someone like Matteo, and she damn sure wasn’t supposed to have feelings for him. He was too young, too far away, too perfect to be real.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I know. That asshat ripped a hole in your family. You’ve gotta keep your kids safe.” He kissed her brow. “And I’m not asking you to move here. Though I bet your kids would love it.”
