A kiss filled with desperation and possession.
His tongue demands entry, and I quickly give it to him.
Our hands roam and explore one another.
I take advantage and discover every inch of his broad chest, then lower to where I know lies an impressive six-pack.
His mouth leaves mine in favor of my neck, surely leaving his mark as he goes. My hands dig into his short brown hair, and when my nails scrape lightly, he releases a low moan of pleasure.
He makes his way back up to my lips, kissing and nipping me into oblivion.
“Say it again,” he says gruffly.
I’m in no mood to play games, and I know exactly what he wants to hear. “Strikeout.”
“And what does that mean?” His nose nudges mine as his eyes drown in desire.
“That I’m yours.”
“You sure you want to be mine, Isabella? Think carefully, because there’s no coming back from this.”
My hands slowly make their way up his arms, noting every muscle from his biceps all the way to his shoulders, until I finally wrap them around his neck. I bring my lips close to his so we’re breathing each other in as I whisper, “Yes.”
I pull him back into me, no longer interested in anything other than the feel of his lips on mine.
“I can taste the tequila on your tongue, Isa.”
“Hmm, want to pour it elsewhere and see how it tastes?” I bait him.
“Fucking hell.” He takes a slight step back, leaving me panting and needy. “I can’t believe you’re real.” He stares intently at me, just as out of breath as I am.
Which makes me feel better, since he is a professional athlete and all.
I go to reach for him, but he holds my hand and kisses it tenderly.
Much too tenderly for my liking, because it feels like he’s cooling off while I’m burning up.
“Isabella, you’ve been drinking tonight. Why don’t we take it slow and continue this tomorrow, when I know you have a clear head?”
My eyes immediately drift up to the second floor.
Shit. I was so ready to mount this man in the middle of the kitchen that I didn’t take into account that his family is currently sleeping upstairs.
“They’re not here. If that’s what you’re wondering. They decided to sleep over at my mother’s house instead.”
“Oh.”
I can see the struggle in Mateo’s eyes. The man is good to his core, so much so that not even being splayed open on the counter for him like this would tempt him into taking what he wants if he believes he’d be taking advantage of me.
Which he wouldn’t be, because that kiss sobered me up instantly.
For a second, I start to panic that the moment has passed, that maybe this won’t actually happen. That I’ll be stuck angrily using one of my toys instead of the man standing in front of me, who looks like he can tear my dress off in two seconds.
But then I wait a beat.
Mateo’s always been cautious of my boundaries and wanting to make sure I’m comfortable. And as annoying as it is at a time like this, it does remind me that I’m lucky to have a man like himcare for me. It also reminds me that I kind of smell like a bar and could probably do with some freshening up.
If this is going to happen tonight, it’s going to be because I take the lead and let him know he can have me fully.
