the room. Seductive.” He took two more decided steps, his nostrils flaring.
Swallowing, I could tell my lower lip was quivering, my pussy clenching. I was more aroused than before, my skin clammy. “Mmm... Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
“I’m glad you think so, although in my opinion, the jury is still out.”
“Maybe you need more confidence,” I whispered as he walked to the edge of the kitchen island, moving into the light. “Finally, ice cream or cake?”
He took a deep breath before answering, lowering his gaze all the way down to my bare feet then slowly easing it back. “Ice cream. Hands down. Delicious. Decadent. Evocative.”
I forced myself to turn away from him, moving toward the refrigerator. As I opened the freezer door, pulling out both cartons I’d purchased, I could feel him drawing closer, his hot breath cascading across my neck. I concentrated on finding two bowls and spoons. “Ice cream can soothe the soul.” I wasn’t entirely certain I’d said the words out loud since he remained silent. Sinful thoughts resonated in my mind, including ones from the day before. I was almost breathless as I scooped out two portions of each, my hands shaking as I pushed the cartons back into the freezer.
“Dessert?” he asked in a coy manner.
“The best part about enjoying a feast.” I turned slowly, words caught in my throat. The look on his face was one of a carnivore prepared for a king’s feast.
Matteo reached for the bowl slowly, making certain our fingers overlapped. As with every touch, the electricity was off the chain, shooting through every cell and muscle. I could almost read his mind, able to envision the same filthy images that he’d conjured up.
Strapping me to the bed.
Taking me in every hole.
Spanking every inch of my body.
And I craved every action, the harshness of his discipline and the joy of abandoning all my inhibitions.
He rolled his fingers over mine before gripping the ceramic dish, moving away by mere inches. “Your flavors of choice this time?”
“Rocky road and French vanilla.”
He lowered his eyes as he dug his spoon into the bowl, taking some of each. “Dark to the light. How appropriate.”
I seemed frozen as I watched him slide the spoon into his mouth, dragging his tongue across his lips only seconds after. There was nothing more sensuous than watching a man enjoying something sinfully sweet. I held my breath as he swallowed, immediately scooping out another helping. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
There was no hesitation. I did as I was told, my body swaying as he methodically slid the spoon into my mouth, holding it for two seconds longer as he studied me.
I closed my eyes, savoring the sweetness before crunching down on the chunky portions. The ice cream was the best I’d ever had, even more so than the day before. When I’d swallowed, only then did I gaze at his face, a slight moan escaping my lips.
He leaned over, very slowly sliding his tongue across the seam of my mouth, his whisper husky. “You missed some.”
His dark and seductive chuckle created a wave of heat between my legs, my panties soaked from the raging desire coursing through me.
I managed to take another bite of my own, purposely allowing a portion to slide down my chin.
Matteo’s breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling as he watched my every move. When he took his index finger, sliding the tip through the froth and dragging it down my chin to my neck, I held my breath. Growling, he bent over, drawing his tongue up from the base of my neck, I shuddered visibly.
“A very messy eater,” he commented as he slowly lowered one of the slender straps on my dress then the other.
“Uh-huh.” As the dress slipped down, exposing my breasts, a cold wave of energy flowed down the back of my legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; the way his lips parted and his eyelids became half closed.
A guttural sound pushed up from his throat as he dipped his fingers into my bowl, gathering a hefty glob. He shifted his gaze until he was able to look into my eyes as he trailed his fingers around one nipple then the other.
The shock of the frigid cream was nothing in comparison to the way his touch seared my skin. I almost dropped the bowl when he growled then engulfed my hardened bud, sucking, the exaggerated sound filling the space around us. His actions were those of a famished man,