When I crawled back over her, she hitched her legs around my hips, pressing her hot center right against my rock-hard dick.
“Fuck, Tink.” I gently collared her throat, dragging my tongue up the side of her neck and nipping her ear. “The things I want to do to you.”
A violent shudder went through her, and I immediately eased back to look at her.
“Caitlin?”
“It’s okay. I’m okay… don’t stop.” Her pleas were at odds with the fear swimming in her eyes.
Fuck.
Fuck!
I ran a hand down my face, releasing a heavy sigh. “Maybe we should stop.”
“No… no!” She locked her hands around the back of my neck and yanked me down. “I want this, I do… it’s just…”
DiMarco’s attack.
The things DiMarco had done to her had left her mentally scarred.
The thought had my stomach knotting, and I inhaled a sharp breath to try and rein in the anger coursing through my veins.
“I’m not glass, Matteo. I won’t shatter if you touch me.”
But all I could think about now was his hands on her, taking and hurting. Punishing her. We still hadn’t talked about what really happened between them. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready for that conversation, not without doing something reckless. And as my family loved to keep reminding me, I was powerless here.
Caitlin’s hand drifted down my abs, her touch burning me inside out as her fingers toyed with the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“Tink,” I choked out.
“I trust you, Matteo,” she said with renewed confidence. “I trust you.”
Lifting her hips slightly, she ground against me, a whimper catching in her throat.
Jesus, she was going to be the death of me.
I was trying to do the right thing…
I was.
But this felt too good—too right. It finally felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
How was that even possible? That a woman I’d met once, could have such an effect on me.
I’d never really considered what spending eight months pining over her meant. I assumed she was just the one who got away. But being here with her, like this, only cemented what I suspected all those months ago.
Caitlin was special.
And she was mine.
“Please.” She rubbed on me some more, eliciting a moan from deep inside me.
“No sex,” I blurted out, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Caitlin frowned, dejection flashing in her green eyes. “We don’t have to rush. I want to savor this,” I said, trailing my hand up her stomach and gently squeezing her breast, dragging my thumb over her nipple.
“God,” she breathed, arching into my touch. “It feels good.”
“Just because I’m not going to slide into your warm, wet pussy tonight, doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you come so hard you see stars, Tink.”
Caitlin shuddered, pressing her lips together and suppressing a moan.
She liked the dirty talk. I’d be storing that little nugget of info for another time. For now, I wanted to give her exactly what she needed.
A distraction.
Dipping my hand between us, I rubbed her over her damp panties. “Already wet for me, Tink?”
“Matteo, God…”
“Not God, baby. Just a guy who really, really wants to hear you scream his name.” I kissed her, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth as I slid my fingers into her underwear.
“Good?” I checked.
“Yes, don’t stop…”
Thank fuck.
I spread her open and found her clit, rolling my thumb in circles until she was panting and writhing beneath me.
“Tell me what you want, Cait.”
This had to be on her terms.
She clasped my wrist, pushing my hand south. My fingers grazed her entrance and she moaned.
“Yeah?” I swallowed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” My brow lifted.
“Please.”
Gently, I eased a finger inside her, testing the waters as I curled it deep. Caitlin froze, breathing heavily as I slowly stretched her, letting her adjust to the feel.
“More,” she demanded.
I added a second finger, working her in synchrony with my thumb as it strummed her clit. “Fuck, Cait, you’re so tight.” Twisting my hand a little, I curled my fingers deeper, rubbing her walls.
Caitlin rode my hand, burying her face in my shoulder, drowning out her breathy moans.
“Look at me,” I ordered, nudging her gently. Our eyes clashed and I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Our tongues tangled together in slow, lazy licks that had my dick straining against my boxers.
I wanted her, more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
The connection between us was like an invisible thread, pulling tauter and tauter. Binding us in ways I didn’t understand.
“God, Matteo… it’s… God.” Caitlin began to tremble as she clung to me, breathless.
“Come for me, Tink, come for me now.”
She shattered, clenching around my fingers as pleasure washed over her. I kissed her harder, swallowing her moans of more and yes and oh God.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I sucked them clean, smirking at the flash of surprise in Caitlin’s eyes.
“I need to taste the real thing,” I declared, dropping a kiss to her lips before I moved down her body.
Her skin was smooth and pale, pinking under my touch. Teeth and tongue and lips. I swirled my tongue around the peak of her breast, sucking gently. Marking her.
Claiming her.
“Ah, that feels…” Her fingers twisted into the sheets as she arched into my mouth.
My fingers slid back and forth through her wetness.
“It’s too much.” Caitlin slid her fingers into my hair, yanking slightly.
Our eyes clashed over the line of her body, and I smirked. “You don’t want my mouth on you?” I blew a stream of air over her clit, and she moaned.
“I… ah, Matteo…”
“Say the word, Tink, and I’ll stop.”
She pressed her lips together, shaking her head a little. It was all the permission I needed. I dived at her like a man starved, lapping at her pussy with carnal hunger.
She tasted so fucking good as I dipped my tongue inside her.
“God…” She panted. “Matteo, yes…”
I hooked my hand under her thighs and spread her wider, needing more.
I needed everything she was willing to give me.
Caitlin had stolen a piece of my heart all those months ago, but I was pretty sure that right here, in this moment, she stole the rest.
I pulled Caitlin closer, dropping a kiss to her head.
“What?” She peeked up at me.
“Just you… being here with you like this. A guy could get used to it.”
“Matteo…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m not asking you for anything you can’t give me.”
She relaxed against me. “Thank you, for distracting me.”
Hurt crushed my chest.
Is that all this was to her? A distraction?
“It was my pleasure,” I laughed off the sting of dejection.
Caitlin pushed up slightly to look me in the eye. “I’m not…”