Mafia's Final Play (Mafia's Obsession #3) - Summer Cooper Page 0,28

and I don’t know, all I could think about was pressing you up against the fridge and kissing you until you couldn’t stand up straight.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrows went up with amusement. “I was watching you earlier. I wondered if it was too cold to jump you in the snow. But there’s snow, of course it’s too cold.”

“Hmm. Maybe we should meet up after lunch, maybe in our bedroom. If we turn the television on he won’t hear a thing.”

“You might be right.” He could always make her smile and now was no exception. It was just that the smile was dirty, in that naughty kind of way, she could feel it, but couldn’t wipe it off of her face.

Her fingers reached out for his, and she leaned across the space between their chairs to meet his lips with hers. His silky tongue came out to tease her bottom lip, to ask her to open for far more. With a growl, he moved, lifted her from the chair to put her on the table. “Or I could just fuck you right here.”

“You could.” She was already pushing her pink pajama pants down. “You so could, Matteo.”

“Open,” he demanded as he bent to kiss her again.

With a kick of her feet, she pushed the pants away and opened her mouth at the same time. She was more than ready for him when he slid into her, both her mouth and the part of her that yearned for him the most. She gave a sigh of relief as she felt his entire length sink into her.

The groan he couldn’t hold back sent a shiver down her spine, but they didn’t have a lot of time. Anton would be back soon. They didn’t want to be caught. “Hurry, baby. Please, hurry.”

He slid his lips from hers, down her neck, to that spot just behind and beneath her ear that made her go boneless. The warm skin of his hand slid between them as he sought out the small spot that would send her into space. With a firm pressure, he circled her clit, until her head pushed at his, her lips open for his kiss.

“Tell me,” he demanded as he looked down at her. His hips slid into her at a slow pace, slow and steady as his finger worked at her with an unrelenting pace. “Say it, Marie.”

“Kiss me, Matteo.” She uttered the words smoothly, but she wasn’t sure she sounded in control. She had little self-control where he was concerned.

The sound of tires on snow made him tense up and he looked down at her. “Don’t stop. Come for me, Marie.”

“But…” he didn’t let her finish. He kissed her again, he circled faster, drove himself deeper into her walls, until she grunted as bliss shot through her lower organs and up into her brain. He came with her, quickly, but with a satisfied grunt. It was only moments before he’d straightened up, rearranged his clothes, and went to the kitchen door.

“Get your breath back. I’ll bring in the groceries after I help him unload that gate.” A subtle wink made her grin just before she collapsed on the table in shock.

It had happened so quickly, but it was oh so satisfying. She jerked up when she heard the front door open and giggled like a schoolgirl as she slid her pants back on. Nervous fingers smoothed her hair back into a neat bun while she walked back to the stove. With a deep breath that came out on a sigh, she found a pot to sear the beef in before she put it in the slow cooker.

She couldn’t stop the smile on her face, but she did notice a tremor in her legs as she walked around the kitchen. That was all Matteo though, it didn’t have anything to do with her problems. Not a thing at all.

10

“Matteo, how long are we going to stay out here? Not that I’m complaining, but I’d like to make a couple of appointments and I don’t know anyone out here.” She spoke to him in bed later that evening, some gameshow from England played on YouTube on the television, but she couldn’t concentrate on it.

Her arm had gone all spastic again when she showered earlier. She’d had to stay in the shower until the hot water had almost run out before it stopped. Now, she was trying to find a way to ask him without giving anything away.

“What appointments, darling?” he asked absently as he