Lib Novel Page 82
“But the game, you said you’ve been in love.”
“I was.” He pushes past my hold and lays another kiss on me. “I am. I’ve been hopelessly and utterly in love with only one woman. And that’s you.”
Me…
I stare at him without blinking. He’s been in love with me?
Mine. He is mine. And I am his. That’s all I can think about before losing it completely because I am in desperate need of this man. For his heart and soul. For every inch of him.
Matteo’s confession set the last of my fears on fire. And my sanity. I pull away slightly, just enough to reach into the waistband of his shorts, slipping my hand deeper until my fingers are wrapped around him.
“And this cock is mine, Matteo?”
He whimpers, sucking my lower lip into his mouth as his hips start grinding into my hand.
I pull on his hair until his head snaps up. “Yours. He is only yours.”
“Then no piercings, Matteo. And no other women. I won’t allow anyone else to see it but me, got it?”
“Fuck, Beastie,” he breathes out. “He is your slave for life.”
“And don’t you forget it.” I sink my teeth into his lip.
“Damn it, Zo, I was gonna go do this thing all sweet and romantic. But my girl doesn’t want sweet and romantic, does she?”
“No.” I shamelessly grind into his body, clutching his hair with all might in one hand as my other one stroked his cock. “No, she wants you. Real and raw.”
“Oh, baby, then hold the fuck on.”
In one swift move, Matteo picks me up, grabbing two handfuls of my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist and walks up toward the stairs that lead to my unfinished loft.
“Where are you taking me?” I breathe out. “There is nothing up there.” But Matteo doesn’t stop.
He climbs up the old, rackety steps with me in his arms—God, this man is strong—and I’m about to start protesting again but all the words get stuck somewhere in my throat.
My no-good-for-use loft looks like a scene out of a romance novel. There are string lights hung up across the ceiling, some with plain bulbs, some heart-shaped. The whole area has been cleaned of old paint buckets, ladders and moving boxes, instead featuring a made-shift bed of what looks like hundreds of blankets and pillows. And off to the side of it is a small tray with two glasses that have some cocktail in them.
I slide off his body, staring—no, gaping—at what he has done. “Matteo,” I whisper in awe.
His arms wrap around me from the back, his chin resting on my shoulder. “You like it?” he asks, kissing the curve of my neck and I suck in a sharp breath. “I was going for sweet and romantic before you ruined my plans.” His kiss turns into a bite, sending a jolt through me.
“Like it?” I ask breathlessly, turning my head toward him and he captures my lips in a kiss before I can say anything else. Placing my palm on his cheek, I brush it lightly and pull away. “Baby, no one has ever done anything remotely close to this for me.” I can hear all of those sacred emotions slipping through my voice. “When did you do this?”
“When you were putting Mellie to sleep. Well, I started planning it the day I moved in and saw this space. I was going to do a little date night for us in here since we have a baby and leaving her alone is not an option.”
“There are always babysitters.”
“Like I said”—he looks at me with a pointed glare—“leaving her is not an option. But I still wanted to do something to thaw that ice around your heart.”
This man…always thinking about my daughter.
“I’d say it worked.” I pull his face to mine and kiss him as his hands travel down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up.
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, let me cash in my winnings,” he says before slipping my shirt off my body and pushing me back until I fall into the heap of blankets with a small yelp.
Matteo unzips my shorts, pulling them off me and all I’m left in is my bra and panties. He climbs over me, his hot breath on my skin, his magnetic eyes set firmly on mine as his hand reaches underneath me, professionally unclasping my bra one-handed.
“Show off,” I mutter, and he flashes me that sexy grin of his.