Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

“Why? Are you having an allergic reaction?”

“No, you just take my breath away,” he wheezes out, and I cluck my tongue.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I’m about to scream a bloody murder when, in a flash, he pulls up, hauling me against his body and his lips sink into mine.

“Every.” Bite. “Damn.” Bite. “Time.” He doesn’t let me speak because he keeps kissing me, soothing the stings he just made, and I moan despite myself as his hand travels lower, down the column of my neck where he can feel the wild beating of my pulse.

“Hey, beautiful mama,” he says oh-so-casually.

“I’m going to kill you,” I tell him, but the bastard only grins and winds his arms around my waist, picking me up and kissing me breathless.

“I missed you so much.”

“You saw me two hours ago,” I tell him, feeling a soft smile on my face but inside my stomach is performing somersaults.

“Mm-hmm.” He kisses me again. “Two hours too long without you, Beastie. But I’m serious about that O2 tank.”

Yeah, I had no chance of not falling in love with Matteo. Zero.

“Tell me you didn’t forget me while I was gone? Because I spent each second away from you thinking about all the ways I will kiss your sweet body later.”

See? This is what I’m talking about.

“Feeling clingy, are we?” I tease him, and he huffs.

“You bet I am.” He nips at my lip. “Now tell me quickly before I check myself.” Yet he doesn’t wait for me to say anything and slips his hand into my leggings, moving toward my pussy and I yelp, slapping his hand away.

“Matteo,” I hiss. “We’re outside!”

“And?”

“Anyone can see us.”

“Good for them.” He smirks, pushing back toward my pussy. “Maybe they will learn a thing or two.”

“Matteo!” I bulge my eyes at him, squeaking.

“What?” He mimics my tone. “I need to check if your sweet little pussy didn’t forget me,” he whispers into my ear as his finger swipes over my wetness, and I shiver in his arms.

“Matteo, you’re unforgettable,” I whisper back, my eyes now hooded, voice husky and that ache in my core a full-blown inferno.

“Yeah?” He smiles teasingly and rubs my clit as I shudder. “Good,” he adds in a serious tone and his finger disappears from my pants, setting me back down on my wobbly feet.

Did he just…

“Matteo!” I whisper-hiss.

“Yeah, Beastie?” He smiles at me with the look of an angel boy, full of innocence and good intentions and not like he just brought me to an almost orgasm and left me hanging.

“I hate you,” I grumble, giving him the evil eye.

“Sure, you do.” He winks and proceeds to take out stuff from the huge bag he brought. The bastard is seriously not going to finish what he started. “Come look what I got for our girl.”

When I don’t make a move toward him, he smiles, rolling his lips and strolls toward me, gripping me by the waistline of my leggings and pulling me in as I stumble into his—per usual—nearly naked chest. “Come look what I got for our girl and then I’ll take care of your girl,” he purrs into my ear, and I dart for the bag with a little too much enthusiasm.

Matteo chuckles in the back and comes up behind me as I look through the million and one outfit he bought for Mellie.

“Oh my God, Matteo! Why are there so many clothes in here?”