Lib Novel Page 73
“Age is not a number, it’s an attitude.” – Unknown
Something changed last night.
Noooo? You don’t say!
Who am I kidding right now? No shit, something changed last night. My whole world as I know it flipped over and still can’t find its way back to the normal position.
I have no idea what came over me, but when he told me the cocktails were inspired by Mellie, I felt my heart crack. Or rather, the control I had over it. But I was going to hold onto it cracks and all. Until he said he was Mellie’s father.
And meant it.
The fight was so over it wasn’t even funny. I was done and I’ve allowed my sanity to slip through my fingers.
And now I’m lying here in my bed alone since he stole my daughter sometime early this morning and I’m hiding in my room like an idiot, refusing to get up and face him in the broad daylight, because apparently, late at night it’s easy to pretend I can shake off my fears and just be. It was easy to get lost in everything Matteo.
His voice. His presence. His scent and taste.
His touch and his lips.
Dear God, what his touch did to me. If you’d ask me before last night what I thought about lactation kinks, I’d call you an idiot and to never mention it to me again. Now? I’m trying to fight the urge to run out and beg him to wrap his soft lips around my nipples again.
It was the most soothing feeling I’ve ever experienced, coupled with pleasure so deep, I feel wetness pooling between my legs just thinking about it now.
But it wasn’t just that. Simply being held by Matteo sends a wave of shivers down my spine. His dark, hungry gaze sets me ablaze and when his lips come in contact with mine, I forget my own name.
Fucking perfect. A twenty-three-year-old has messed with my head so thoroughly, I am hiding under the covers.
I cover my face with both of my hands and let out a silent groan. “Get up, make a plan and stop overthinking it. Last night happened and it won’t anymore. It was a fluke. A weird magnetic field misfire crap—if such thing exists but I don’t really care if it doesn’t. I’m still using that excuse.” I keep talking to myself, listing all of the ridiculous things I could blame for what happened when Matteo’s voice filters through the closed door.
“Hmm, how about radioactive spiders?” he asks, and I freeze.
Shit, of course he’s standing on the other side of the door like a sexy creep and heard my crazy rambling. Let’s add yet another item to the list of my embarrassing moments in front of the man.
“Or there is always food poisoning, you know.” He stops, and I presume take a bite of something because his next words come out muffled. “You can blame that too. I personally find that one a bit bland,” he adds nonchalantly. “I mean, if you really want to go all out you have to at least mention alien invasion.”
“I’m asleep, go away.” I throw the cover over my face, knowing I’m being ridiculous, but what else is new these days?
The next instant, the door creaks open. “Perfect, then I can still wake you up properly,” he says, and I tug the cover off my face to see what he’s planning to do, but I’m too late.
Matteo has already lunged at me, throwing his massive, shirtless body over mine, and I squeak, trying to get away from him, but once again, am unsuccessful. He pins me to the bed, trapping my wrists in his hands above my head and lowers his face to mine, while his hair falls over my face, covering us from the world.
I see his intent to kiss me, and roll my lips together, hiding them from him. But do you think that deters him? Not in the slightest. “Silly little Beastie.” He grins. “As if you could stop me.” Matteo kisses me anyway, or more like plants a whole bunch of smooches all over my face.
His lips are everywhere, on my cheeks and chin, on my nose, eyelids and eyebrows. He kisses my forehead and leaning down, just below my ear. He starts moving lower and that’s when I buck, realizing his intent and yell out, “Matteo, stop! What happened to no kissing me until I beg?”
The bastard uses that moment to quickly slide his lips over mine, kissing me, instead of answering and I mumble into his mouth, “Morning breath!”
Finally, he pulls away slightly, but still not too much where I could sneak away from him and grins wide at me. “Mm-hmm, love your morning breath.” And lowers his mouth back to mine, this time moaning as he slips his tongue past my lips.
I swat at his shoulder. “You are disgusting.” But there is zero heat behind my words.
He loves my freaking morning breath…and the thing is, I’m fairly certain he’s not joking.
I’m starting to realize Matteo doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean. He’s…honest.
The thought sends my mind spiraling because that would mean everything else he said was true as well and he really intends on staying with us. He really does love my daughter. He wants me, us, this.
Pull the brakes woman, before your heart trips over your tongue, running to him.