Chapter 7
7
ANNIKA
E ven though we’d only known each other for a day, hearing Matteo call me his sent a zing directly to my heart. And made my inner walls clench.
I’d never felt this kind of magnetic pull toward anyone before, so I wasn’t sure if I should act on it or not. Or if I was imagining that Matteo felt it too.
I was pretty sure that he wouldn’t say stuff like that if he wasn’t attracted to me, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was going to do anything about it.
Matteo brushed his thumb under my right eye. “You look tired.”
I shook my head with a soft laugh. “Are you trying to tell me that I look like crap?”
“Impossible.” He sifted my hair through his fingers before letting it drop over my shoulder. “You’re always fucking gorgeous, bella .”
“You have to be careful about throwing around compliments in Italian,” I warned, a sensual shiver racing up my spine.
His lips curved into a smirk. “Why’s that?”
I rolled my eyes and playfully swatted at his chest. “As if you don’t already know.”
“Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it,” he teased, his blue eyes filled with humor.
“Because a girl could get all kinds of ideas,” I whispered.
“And if that’s exactly what I want, dolcezza ?”
“Then you should get a room,” Ace suggested, reminding me that we weren’t alone. A fact that I’d somehow managed to forget while we were surrounded by several of his club brothers.
Matteo pointed at him. “Just wait until it’s your turn.”
“His turn for what?” I asked as Matteo tugged me out of King’s office, the guys’ laughter drifting toward us.
“To find a woman of his own,” he finally answered when we reached his room.
I wasn’t sure if he meant that I was his for now, or he had something more long-term in mind, but it didn’t really matter to me right now. My world was whirling out of control, and Matteo was my much-needed anchor, keeping me from spiraling along with it.
“You want to take a nap?”
I looked up at him and shook my head. The tears I’d been holding back for too long finally spilled down my cheeks. Kicking the door shut behind us, he pulled me into his arms. Burying my face against his chest, I mumbled, “Sorry, I’m a mess.”
“A beautiful one.”
My laugh was watery as I tilted my head back. “So you’re admitting that I’m a mess?”
“You have every right to be a little fucked up right now, Annika.” He cupped my face and used his thumbs to brush my tears from my cheeks. “Gotta admit how impressed I’ve been with how you’ve held up, learning that you’re only remaining family member betrayed you.”
I sniffled. “And now here I am, crying about it.”
“Never gonna complain or judge you for showing me your emotions, dolcezza. I want you to feel comfortable being vulnerable with me.”
He brushed his lips against mine in a light kiss that might have been meant to be comforting…except it quickly spiraled out of control.
A deep groan rumbled up his chest as he tilted my head back, my lips parting when his tongue swiped against them. I was breathless when he finally lifted his head again. His eyes were a deeper blue as he searched my expression before he pressed his mouth against mine again. He deepened the kiss, and sparks flew…straight to my core.
“Fuck, been wanting to do this for so damn long.”
“So long?” I echoed with a giggle. “We only met yesterday.”
“And it felt like for-fucking-ever.”
I felt a feminine thrill at knowing I had that effect on Matteo. “Why?”
“Because I wanted you from the moment I heard you talking to Onyx. And more than a little possessive, which was why I’m the only one who’s gonna do your tattoo. I might not have ever felt like this before, but that’s not gonna stop me from acting on it.”
His confession gave me courage. “Then you shouldn’t hold back with me. Go for it.”
“You givin’ me the green light, dolcezza ?” he growled, one of his hands tangling in the back of my hair as his eyes burned into mine.
“Yes.”
My voice was soft, but my one-word reply was enough for Matteo to pick me up and toss me on the mattress. I bounced a couple of times before he dropped next to me, his boots somehow off already. While he tugged my shoes from my feet, I dragged his leather vest down his broad shoulders.
The next few minutes were a flurry of kisses, touches, and tossed clothing. In barely any time at all, I was only in my bra and panties while Matteo was down to his boxer briefs, with his impressive bulge straining against them.
I’d never been naked—or even close to it—in front of a guy, let alone in bed with one before like this. But I didn’t feel as self-conscious as I would’ve expected, not even when he was all lean muscle while I was extra curvy. I was too turned on to worry, as though the past twenty-four hours with Matteo had all been foreplay.
He undid the clasp on the back of my bra and slid the straps down my arms. My nipples pebbled under his stare. “Così bella.”
I didn’t speak Italian, but I knew enough to understand that he was saying something about me being beautiful. Reaching out to trace some of the black ink on his chest, I murmured, “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
“You like my tats?” he asked as he cupped the lush swell of my breasts.
I stroked the star on his right shoulder. “What’s not to like? They’re fantastic.”
“Then you’re gonna love when I do yours.” His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me shudder. “I drew most of mine.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with for me, but…” I let my words trail off as I squirmed.
“But you need something else from me right now?” he finished for me.
“Uh-huh,” I breathed.
“And I’m gonna give it to you.”
My inner walls clenched at the desire shining from his blue orbs, but then I froze up when I realized I needed to confess something to him before we went any further. “Um…I should…um…probably let you know that I’ve never done this before.”
He froze, but the heat in his gaze intensified instead of disappearing. “You tellin’ me that you’re a virgin?”
“In every way.” I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. “That kiss you gave me was the first real one I ever had.”
“I hope you weren’t expecting that to put me off because it only makes me want you more,” he growled. “But I’ll be as gentle as I can be, Annika.”
“Don’t hold back too much.” I twined my arms around his neck. “I want you just the way you are.”
“Thank fuck. ’Cause you’re about to get all of me. Every single inch of my rock-hard cock is gonna be buried in your sweet pussy. Soon.”
He didn’t make me wait long to follow through on that promise. He laid me out on the center of the mattress before straddling my thighs. Then he cupped my breasts. “Your curves are even more mouthwatering than I thought they’d be. Which is saying a fuck of a lot because I knew they’d be fantastic.”
Any lingering trace of doubt over my weight was wiped away from the pure masculine appreciation in his gaze. There was no missing that Matteo liked what he saw. A lot.
He kept his gaze locked on mine as he bent down to suck on my nipple. With each tug of his mouth, it felt as though a string was tied between my pebbled peak and my core. I arched my back to press my breast more deeply against his lips, and his deep chuckle blew against my sensitive skin as he shifted to the other side to pay it the same attention.
Once he had me writhing in need, he slid my panties down my legs. Then he spread my thighs wider to kneel between them. “Your curves are gonna be the death of me. So damn perfect.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Any man who doesn’t is a damn fool,” he growled, licking his lips as he stared between my legs. “Your pussy is even better.”
He traced a thick finger around my lower lips before dipping the tip between them.
“Wow,” I breathed, moving my legs to give him better access.
“Feel good?”
I pressed the back of my head against the pillow beneath it and gasped, “Uh-huh.”
“It’s about to get a fuck of a lot better.”
He circled my clit, then moved lower to slowly push the tip into my channel, slowly working it inside me inch by inch. I was wet enough that it wasn’t long before he was able to pump his finger in and out of me.
“Your pussy is so tight. It’s gonna feel amazing when you’re wrapped around my cock.” My inner walls clamped around his digit. “You want that, don’t you?”
My hips bucked off the mattress to meet the next thrust of his finger. “Yes, please. Yes.”
“First, I gotta make you come.” He lowered onto his stomach and wedged his shoulders between my thighs. “Get you all nice and slick so you can take me with a little less pain.”
Then he started to devour me, using his tongue, lips, and teeth to drive me wild. “I’m so close.”
He licked and bit at my clit while he worked another finger inside me. The brush of his whiskers against my sensitive skin only heightened my pleasure. I gripped the blanket in my fists while I writhed in his hold, my body tight. Then he pulled his fingers from me. My whimper of protest was replaced with a cry of satisfaction when he quickly replaced it with his stiffened tongue.
He ate me with reckless abandon until waves of pleasure crashed over my body. “Yes, Matteo! Oh yes!”
While my body was shuddering with my release, he got to his knees and shoved his boxer briefs down. His thick shaft sprang free, a bead of precome on the tip. I licked my lip, wondering what it tasted like, but then every thought flew out of my head when he notched himself at my center and pushed forward with one powerful thrust.
Anchoring his hard length deep inside me, he muttered, “ Mi dispiace, dolcezza. I hate that I had to hurt you, but I’m gonna make it up to you with more pleasure than you can imagine.”
After giving me a little time to adjust to his size, he asked, “Better?”
I gave my hips an experimental wiggle and was relieved to find there wasn’t any pain, only pleasure. “Yeah.”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned before starting to move again.
The drive of his hips was slow at first, but he picked up the pace until he was practically pounding me into the mattress.
“Knowing his pussy is mine and only mine is hot as fuck.”
“Yours,” I gasped when he swiveled his hips on the next thrust.
“That’s right, dolcezza. Mine.”
Sliding his hands under my butt, he lifted me so he could go deeper, hitting my clit with every downward drive of his hips. I clutched at his biceps, my nails digging into his inked flesh hard enough to leave a temporary mark.
“Come for me again. Now.”
Time hung suspended for a moment, and then the pleasure hit me. Even stronger than before. Waves and waves that felt as though they’d never end while he rode me through both of our releases.
When it was finally over, Matteo rolled onto his back and settled me against his chest. I felt as though my body was boneless, and I melted into his embrace—which was exactly where I wanted to be.