Mafia's Final Play (Mafia's Obsession #3) - Summer Cooper Page 0,42
the words slip past her lips. By now, it almost hurt to not say them, but she held them back. He wasn’t ready, not yet.
The bathroom towels were large, warm, and fluffy enough to be blankets, so when she wrapped herself in one, she didn’t need another. With a giggle of pure delight, she ran to their bedroom. He was right behind her.
He caught up to her and dragged her under the covers with him. The giggles turned to outright laughter. “God, I need to hear that every day.”
His words jarred her and she looked at him. “Me laughing? Why?”
“Because it means you’re okay, Marie, that you’re still with me.” He pushed the covers off their heads and pulled her to sprawl over his chest. “I could hurt you very easily, my world has already done that time after time. I don’t want you to hate me for the things that come into our lives because of who I am, what I am. So, as long as you’re still laughing, then I know that everything is alright.”
“I see.” She let her tongue flick out to wet dry lips and she saw how it caught his attention. “You do know you haven’t actually hurt me, though, right?”
“I do, Marie.” His voice came out gravelly, rough, as he sat up against the pillows.
Marie sat up beside him, her knees pulled up to lean against as she looked at him, the towel barely clinging together now. “I’m not with you because I have to be, Matteo, not anymore. I’m with you because I want to be.”
Even if that wasn’t fair to him.
Before she could let that thought fester anymore, he pulled her to him and kissed her until she was breathless, but she didn’t care. She twined her tongue with his and crawled over his hips until she straddled his body. His left hand came up into the back of her hair to tilt her head to the angle he wanted, while his right came up to pull at the towel that still, somehow, clung together. He pushed it away at the same moment that he broke their kiss.
His lips teased at her nipples, sucked them into hard points before he licked them in a way that nearly had her in tears with torturous pleasure. He didn’t just stop there and have his way with her. She gasped when he pushed her back swiftly, his own body moving to settle between her thighs. With a grin, she stretched her body, opened her thighs, knees up, to let him do whatever he wanted to do to her.
The sensation of soft lips against her yielding skin, his hot breath over her wet skin, then, the lap of his tongue against her folds. Her back arched to press deeper into his mouth, to find just the right spot, but he was already there. His tongue circled and flicked before he tired of teasing her.
The drum of his tongue against her clit matched the race of blood in her veins. Something welled up in her, words that she wanted to scream, but she held those words back and panted his name instead. Softly, over and over, she said his name as he continued to drive her higher.
She thought she’d lose her mind when he slid two fingers into her hot center, when she felt him reach that spot that so many called a myth. They were people that didn’t know, that didn’t know that Matteo was a miracle worker who had found it, and knew exactly how to work it.
The world exploded around her, it must have, because all the oxygen left her body and she shook, trembled, convulsed through something that was pleasurable, that stole everything from her, and made the world stop for long seconds. It all went blank, and then, with a cry of shock, it all came over her again. She thought she’d pass out. She needed air but then didn’t care if she ever breathed again because Matteo had her in his arms. His tongue drove her high, over and over.
In an instant, he was gone. His tongue left her and his fingers exited the heated cocoon they’d filled, and she felt deprived. She held her hands out to him, but instead of taking her hands, he pulled her to the end of the bed by her ankles and flipped her over. She slid down to the floor and leaned over the bed, knowing what he wanted.