“Stop it. I don’t care. Not tonight. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. You do something to me. Something different. I feel like…” He shook his head. “Fuck.” Then he crushed his lips to mine.
That earlier kiss in the tub? The one that was gentle?
This one was anything but.
He devoured my mouth. Took, like a lion taking what was his.
Surrender to it, Riley, I begged myself.
Let your body lead you. Forget your mind for one fucking minute!
I leaned into his kiss.
Melted into his arms and surrendered.
His dick was hard, and it throbbed against the towel still covering me.
Tonight. Tonight I’d find out what all the fuss was about.
Tonight was for me.
For Matt and for me.
He trailed his fingers over my shoulders and down my arms, sending tingles racing through me.
My nipples stiffened, and I pushed into his chest, wishing I could whisk away the towel but knowing I had to get to the dark bedroom first.
My body was on fire. Truly on fire, and—
No!
When unwanted images tried to surface, I tamped them down.
Nothing would ruin this night for Matt and me. Nothing.
I was going home tomorrow. Going home to help my brothers deal with the fallout of my father’s murder.
Going home, where I’d have to reveal the ultimate truth of my relationship with my father, for my brothers still didn’t know everything.
That would be difficult.
I deserved this. This one night of passion and desire and nirvana with this wonderful man.
And damn it, I would have it.
Matt broke the kiss with a loud pop and inhaled deeply.
“Bedroom,” I said. “I want to be in the dark.”
“Why?”
“I just…do.”
“Whatever you need.” He pulled me to the bedroom and didn’t turn on the light.
I let the towel drop to the floor.
My open suitcase lay on the bed where I’d begun to pack it. He set me down and closed the bag, tossing it to the floor. Then he joined me on the bed, his body covering mine.
He was kissing me again. He held his weight on his arms so as not to crush me, but the kiss was full of passion and need. So much need.
He rolled over then, pulling me with him, until we were lying side by side, our mouths still joined.
His erection nudged hot against my flesh.
And yes, I wanted it.
I wanted it inside me.
I wanted him inside me.
Such a new feeling, but dwelling on its newness only invited other unwanted feelings and images, so I didn’t dwell.
I surrendered to the moment and nudged him. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he said.
“Now. Please.”
“But I want to explore every inch of you, baby. We have all night.”
Explore? Even in the dark, if he explored too much he’d find my burns. I couldn’t let that happen. “You can explore me later. Right now I want you inside me, Matt. Please.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. Then he rolled on top of me and slid inside me. He groaned again. “God, you’re tight.”
Tight, yes, and he burned. But it was a good burn. A necessary burn. A burn I craved.
For when Matteo Rossi entered me, I reclaimed my body.
It was mine.
Not anyone else’s.
Just mine.
I wanted this. This was my choice.
And I reveled in it.
“Trying to go slow,” he gritted out. “Trying—”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”
“I’ll make this up to you, Riley.” He pulled out and then thrust back in, hard this time, his dick burning through me like a flaming spear.
He pulled out quickly and thrust back in. Again. Again. Again.
Sweat emerged on his brow, making his hair stick to the sides of his face.
He fucked me hard. He fucked me fast.
He fucked me so damned good.
I locked on his face, his beautiful light-blue eyes, as he pumped. Focused on his beauty, on his body joined to mine.
I focused, sealing my mind from all other thoughts and images.
His beauty. His manliness. His pure, raw masculinity.
“I’m going to come, Riley,” he panted. “Can’t hold off. I’ll… I’ll… Fuck!” He grunted as he pushed hard into me, banging on my pubic bone and nudging the new sore.
I relished the ache, relished his release.
Relished our joining.
This was what sex was supposed to be like.
Finally, I could see beauty where before I’d seen only pain and self-loathing.
Finally, I could see light at the end of my dark tunnel.
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Matteo
Fuck.
That release was like nothing I’d experienced before.
And I’d had a lot of experience.
I was clean, though. I always made sure of that. I always used a condom, and I got tested every three months for all STDs.
Fuck! The condom…
How had I acquiesced so quickly? I believed Riley. I believed she was protected and that she posed no threat to me otherwise. But how…? How did she believe me so freely? Most women weren’t so trusting.
Very surprising, considering we both knew she was hiding something.
Damn. How much time had passed since I’d experienced a woman without a condom?
Too damned much time, that was for sure.
Riley had been tight as a virgin, too. Tight and ridged and perfectly gloving my cock.
I was already hardening again, aching for her, and I hadn’t even withdrawn yet.
I rolled over and lay on my back, one arm covering my sweaty forehead. “Damn, baby,” I said.
She let out a soft moan.
“I’ll make it better for you next time,” I said.
“It was wonderful,” she breathed.
“But you didn’t come. I didn’t kiss you all over, suck on your beautiful pussy. I want to do all that and more.”
“Mmm. Sounds great, but truly, Matt, it was wonderful.”
She really was inexperienced.
“Give me a few minutes to recover,” I said, “and then we’re going to start again.
She turned and snuggled next to me. “Sounds good.” Soon, though, she was snoring softly.
I couldn’t bear to wake her.
In the morning.
I’d make slow sweet love to her in the morning. We had all the time in the world.
The sun’s rays streamed in through the window of the rental cabin. For a minute, I thought I was at home, but then I remembered.
Riley.
This morning I’d make love to Riley. Kiss every inch of her velvety body and make her come. Hell, I’d make her come twice. Maybe three times.
Except…
Where was she?
Her side of the bed was rumpled. What time was it, anyway? My phone was in the other room in the pocket of my jeans. Heck, it had probably died overnight. I really needed to invest in a new phone. My battery hardly lasted a full day. I charged it every night.
No clock in the bedroom, either. Was there even a clock in this house?
My watch. I’d taken it off to get in the hot tub. Where was it?
And for that matter, where the hell was Riley?