So I decide to play along.
“You know what? You’re right.”
It’s a testament to what kind of man he is that not even a flicker of guilt or disappointment is sent my way. Instead, he nods, as if to confirm that he did the right thing.
If only he knew the surprise I have up my sleeve.
“I’m going to shower and head to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow, right?” I ask coyly.
“Of course. This changes nothing, Isabella. We go at your speed. No rush.” He dips low and kisses me softly, and for a moment, I forget I have a whole plan I need to execute.
I break the kiss, then hop off the counter. “Good night, Mateo.” I quickly make my way toward my room and avoid eye contact, because if he sees my face, he’ll know I’m up to something.
“Isa, do me a favor,” he says as I get to my room. “Lock your door tonight. For my sake.”
I nod my head quickly and dive into my room.
Little does he know…
thirty-four
I take the world’squickest shower and send the universe a quick thank-you after I didn’t cut myself while shaving.
I used almost half of my fancy body wash while lathering up and brushed my teeth with enough toothpaste to rid myself of any traces of tequila.
I dig into my underwear drawer and pick out a sexy number I got once while online shopping and tipsy. I’ve never worn it because it’s not exactly practical with all the black lace and extra satin strings, but I don’t intend on keeping it on for long. The bra opens with a front clasp, which will come in handy, since I plan on wearing one more thing.
His jersey.
If this doesn’t work, I’m changing my name and entering the witness protection program.
I silently make it up the stairs on bare feet.
The closer I get to his door, the more nervous I get. I’m not exactly well versed in the art of seduction, so I’m leaning heavily on all those spicy romance books I read, hoping they don’t steer me wrong.
I stand in front of his door, ready to knock softly, when it swings open.
Mateo stands in front of me, dripping wet, with only a low-slung towel around his waist.
I lose whatever sexy opening line I had planned and instead ask, “Where are you going?”
It takes him a moment to register me, all of me.
His eyes heat when they stop on my bra, since the lace is see-through, and I know he can see everything.
A rough growl escapes his chest. “I was on my way to break down a fucking door.”
In the next instant, he’s hauling me up in his arms, and my legs instinctively wrap around his middle. His lips are on mine, and before I know it, we’re moving.
I’m pinned against a wall as Mateo kisses me hungrily.
And he wastes no time.
He leans down and traces my nipple with his tongue through my bra. I throw my head against the wall and push my chest farther into his face, needing more of the intoxicating sensation. He moves to give the other breast equal attention, and that’s when I decide to intervene.
“I’d prefer if we get this out of the way now.” I unclasp my bra and let my breasts bounce out of their confines.
He releases a deep moan and is back on me. This time, his beard creating a delicious fiction against my sensitive nipples.
