before unrolling the condom onto it. Tipping her back, he got on the bed, opened her legs wider with his knees, and then braced his hands on either side of her head. She expected him to plunge right in. Instead, he gazed into her eyes, a slow smile spreading. “My beauty.”
Scraping her fingers through his hair to push it off his face, she felt him press into her—a gentle thrust and retreat, each move gaining him slightly deeper entry. When she wiggled her hips and grabbed his hard ass to get him moving, he chuckled.
“Once I’m inside you, it’s going to be fast and hard, so you’re just going to have to let me enjoy my fantasy.”
“Matteo, seriously. You’re surrounded by gorgeous women everywhere you go. How am I your fantasy? I’m just a small town girl living in a lonely world.”
“You did not just put that song in my head.”
In a whisper, she sang, “I took the midnight train going anywhere.”
“That’s our anthem now. You know that, right?”
She laughed. “A Journey song? Uh, no way.”
But he shut her up when his hips punched, and he slammed all the way inside her. And then, he was fucking her in earnest.
Every cell in her body lit up like an arcade. Clutching his ass, she met his thrusts, crying out every time he bottomed out, rocking her farther up the bed. She needed him deeper, harder, she needed to absorb everything he was into her body and soul.
“Oh, fuck, Quinn. Jesus.” He sat back on his heels, grabbing her hips and hauling her up on his thighs. “Gotta see you.” Features tight in concentration, he drove back into her. “Your tits.” But he couldn’t reach for them, not when his hands were busy moving her body on and off his cock.
It was the hottest moment of her life, to be used for this confident, powerful man’s pleasure, to see him come apart at the bounce of her breasts, the fan of her hair on the bedspread. He seemed out of his mind with lust, and it was just so empowering.
But she needed it harder, and she couldn’t do that from this position, so she flipped over, got up on her knees, and tossed him a look over her shoulder.
Gaze riveted on her, he clasped her hips and slammed back into her. The pace turned frantic, as their bodies slapped, their cries mingling. He leaned over, reaching for her breast, holding its weight, and then squeezing, pinching her nipple.
Raw, unbridled pleasure jolted through her, and her body exploded in a shower of fiery sparks. She slammed back hard and ground herself against him.
“Fuck.” He held her tight to his body, releasing in short, hard, desperate thrusts.
And when he was spent, he collapsed onto the mattress, wrapping an arm around her, and tucking her in close to his body. With a fingertip, he shifted the sweaty tendrils of hair off her forehead and gave a sigh of utter contentment.
And then his eyelids fluttered closed, and she knew he would drop into a heavy sleep.
But she wouldn’t.
She couldn’t.
Not when her body was buzzing.
And her mind was spinning, leaving her wide awake.
What have I done?
Was it the best sex of her life? Yes.
Did it feel amazing to have a guy like Matteo, one of most celebrated football players in history, want her with such gusto? You bet.
He said all the right things, and his touch spoke her language…but how long would it last?
He’d leave for training camp in a matter of weeks. He’d be back in his world, away from their little cocoon on the ranch.
And she’d be left with another broken heart.
And she just couldn’t go through that again.
Chapter Four
Matteo ached for her.
He’d had a taste, and then…she’d run away.
He’d known it was too soon, but when she’d tipped her head back in the hallway, invitation in her eyes, he’d rushed right in.
And it had been better than he’d imagined.
It had been explosive and…right.
And, so, here I am. Back to waiting. Because there was zero chance he wouldn’t be putting a ring on her finger. Zero. She needed time to heal, but no woman had ever responded to him the way she had…he knew they were right together.
On Sundays, Matteo didn’t have to coach, so he spent a lot of time recording her for the Splashagram account they’d created for Quinn Ellison Designs. In the month they’d been working together, they’d amassed over a hundred thousand followers.
Quinn thought people enjoyed watching the process of transforming