Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

“And that whole beg for a kiss situation was a one-time password deal. You have unlocked unlimited access to Matteo Land. A lifetime pass.” He smirks. “Feel free to take a ride anytime you’d like.” He presses into me and even through a thick duvet—yes, the one with the cats Joy got me—there is no mistaking how hard he is.

“Oh, really? And how many other women have this special pass?” I quirk and eyebrow at him, and I expect him to make another joke. Maybe even tell me something along the lines of too many to count but instead his teasing features are replaced by a serious, almost grim look.

“One,” he says and crushes his lips to mine right away, showing me instead of telling me how true that is. “Fuck…what you do to me. Maybe I should be the one blaming aliens for your existence.”

His body starts rocking into mine and suddenly I need this blanket off me, I need to feel his body on mine. Need to feel what I do to him, but before it goes there, Matteo pulls away from me, bracing himself on his elbows and to my horror, I let out a whiny noise.

“My needy girl.” He smiles, biting my chin. “Do you need me to play with you? Maybe have my fingers on that little pussy? Or”—he licks his lips and my heart starts racing—“do you need my mouth on your tits, hmm?”

Matteo slides down a little bit until his face is leveled with my breasts and just the feel of his breath on my skin is enough to drive me crazy, but he leans in and takes a lungful of my scent, closing his eyes in pleasure, and letting out a husky, “Fuck, that’s exactly what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, God yes,” I chant, my fingers already digging into his hair, and Matteo lowers his mouth to my clothed nipple, biting it lightly through the cotton bra I’m wearing, and I feel the milk leaking right through the thin material.

So much for that fucking plan to never do this again…

Only…Matteo pulls away and one word leaves his smirking mouth. “Later.”

My eyes snap down to his so fast they hurt.

“What do you mean, later?” I sound like a petulant child and I don’t care.

Matteo jumps off me, bends and twists a bit to fix the hard-on situation in his jeans and strolls to the door. “Later means after you get your pretty ass out of bed, have breakfast and admit how much you like me.”

Oh no, he didn’t! I sit up in my bed, crossing my arms across my chest and glare at the smiling, sexy bastard.

“Get back in here, Matteo,” I almost growl out, and that stupid smile of his turns into a horrible self-satisfied grin.

“God, I love it when you are bossy, Beastie.” He bites his lip teasingly but keeps retreating.

I narrow my eyes at him. “What’s your middle name?”

“Orion. Why?”

I will stop to think about his middle name later, for now I’m too angry and sexually frustrated so all I can do is grab a pillow and throw it into his face while yelling, “Matteo Orion Loverson, you are a dead man walking.”

Matteo catches the damn pillow, sniffs my scent off it as he rolls his eyes and biting that stupid lip. “Ugh, you are so feisty in the mornings. Just imagine how much fun we will have once you give in.”

“Currently, my mind is set on how much fun I will have killing you.”

“Promises, promises.” He winks and sends me an air kiss, and by the time I send another pillow flying his way he already ducks out of the way, laughing as he does.

Reluctantly, I do get up, running through my morning routine that I now have the time for because Matteo has been the one taking care of Mellie in the mornings. That stupidly hot, sexy, considerate, frustrating, sadistic man.

Just thinking about how amazing he is makes me angrier. In another life, if he would be older, I’d call him the ultimate dream.

“Zoe, stop glaring, my dick can’t handle any more blood rushing to it,” he says, sliding a plate with a smoked salmon bagel and other veggies on it and a homemade smoothie he just created especially for me—as he put it.

I would protest eating if he wasn’t such an amazing cook—because of course the man made the bagels himself—and his drinks taste too good to pass up.

“Is this your thing? Put a ban on something I want until I give in to your rules?”

Matteo wiggles his eyebrows. “It gets the job done, doesn’t it?”

Way to go, Zoe, just a few minutes ago you were preaching to yourself about “never again” and “that was a fluke” and “how could I like that,” and now you’re pouting and irrationally angry he didn’t suck on your tits.

Fucking phenomenal.

“No, what it does is make me mad.”