teasing was going to give me blue balls, I needed her to feel the anticipation of what I knew would come eventually. When we were both so turned on, our pleasure would crash into each other like waves.
“But—”
“No, Mae. Trust me.” I kissed her mouth.
“I do trust you.” She said she trusted me but I knew it wasn’t completely. Not yet. And I knew this because I felt it too.
“Let’s go,” I mumbled. Before I did something that would put me in jail.
She let me pull her to her feet and we walked to my car hand in hand. Her cheeks were mottled pink, her full bottom lip plump from chewing it.
Her gaze slid to mine and for the first time since meeting her, she smiled. Although it was small and it disappeared rather fast, it was there.
I stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks and placed a hard kiss on her lips.
“What was that for?” she asked, breathless.
“For giving me your smile.” I kissed her again.
“You noticed?”
“That you don’t smile often? Yes. Of course I noticed.” I cupped her nape. “I haven’t even heard you laugh.”
“I don’t know how to,” she said, her voice small.
My stomach twisted at her confession. Before the night ended, I would get her laughing.
(Mae)
The teasing was enough to drive me mad. The multiple orgasms he had given me already were intense and delicious. The sweet pain of anticipation controlled my thoughts and took over my dreams where all I thought about was Matteo. Every now and again, our gaze would lock, crashing into each other like earthquakes of pleasure. I had been forced to crave pain but Matteo had shown me the touch of a gentle lover. Although we hadn’t had sex yet, the intense desire I had for him took control. I knew when the time came, he would be intense. He would dominate me in ways I never imagined. He would possess my body, owning my pleasure.
“Mae,” Cello barked.
“I’m not working, Cello. You gave me the day off remember?” I turned towards him, shoving my paycheck in my purse.
“You good?” he asked, while stirring his famous chili.
“I am.” And I would be even better once I experienced Matteo completely.
“Are you and that man dating on a regular basis now?”
I bit back an eye roll. Cello hadn’t called Matteo by his name. It was either ‘that man’ or ‘fucker’ or worse. “That man’s name is Matteo and yes, we are dating.” Whether it was on a regular basis or not, I wasn’t sure.
“How long do you plan on dating him?”
“Cello.” I huffed. “How am I supposed to know?”
His dark eyes softened. “I worry for you.”
“Don’t. Please.” I sighed. “I’m fine.”
“Are you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you fine?”
I had no idea. I didn’t even know what being fine meant. I knew it was life’s biggest lie. It was used when people were asked how they were and they didn’t feel like answering or going into detail. “I’m fine,” I repeated, heading back to my table where Matteo sat.
“I will gut him if he hurts you,” Cello called out a little too loudly.
My cheeks burned when customers gawked our way. “I’ve been told that several times already. You should change your threat. Make it more original.”
He grunted, mumbling to himself about something to do with women and stressing him out. “Be careful, Mae.”
I was careful. I was always careful. That was how I got in trouble in the first place.
“Mae.”
My gaze snapped to Cello’s.
“Be. Careful,” he repeated, his brows narrowing.
I nodded.
Matteo glanced up when I approached him, a slow grin spreading on his handsome face.
My belly gave a flip. His smile. It was meant for me. The way he stared at me made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered, that I was the only thing existing in his world. He made me feel…beautiful.
“Hello, Marketa.” His voice rumbled through me, wrapped around my heart and squeezed until it only beat for him.
“Hi,” I whispered.
He pinched my chin and covered my mouth in a soft but demanding kiss. He stole my breath, forcing me to submit to the small touch.
Our tongues danced, battling for a control neither of us had.
“I missed you,” he said against my lips.
“I was only gone for a moment and you’ve spent the whole day with me,” I said, leaning into his side.
He wrapped a hand around my nape and kissed the soft spot under my ear.
I shivered. “I’m surprised you’re not sick of