45. Matteo
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
MATTEO
I found Ari at the planetarium, and much to my dismay, she was no longer wearing those fuck-me heels.
Although, she didn’t need them to get me all worked up because my cock was already hardening, arousal thrumming low in my gut at the sight of her.
Bent over the table, it looked like she was jotting down notes. She was barefoot, her hips swaying with the music. The soft material of her white dress gave me a glimpse of her panties with hot-pink print that read Bite me . The flimsy material clung to that ass, tempting me to do exactly that.
I could only imagine the front view with that tight dress she wore, her generous breasts pushing against the white material.
The dim lights of the planetarium reflected against her mane, making it look like twenty-four-carat gold.
God, that hair.
Long and thick. I wanted nothing more than to wrap it around my fist. Right the fuck now.
Tension hardened my jaw as my cock begged to feel her pussy again.
She owes me , the devil on my shoulder claimed. I agreed. It was thanks to her that I ended up locked up tonight. Yes, it was temporary, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but she still ought to be punished.
I strode over, stopping directly behind her, and closed my eyes for a moment while her scent seeped into my lungs.
My cock strained against my zipper and my fingers burned to touch her.
“Miss me?” I whispered and she whipped around, her assignment forgotten. She stared at me with eyes wide open and her mouth parted. Fuck, at this rate, I’d rip her clothes off and thrust into her in the next breath.
“How… They let you out?” Her voice was breathy. Her chest rose and fell with every hard breath. My eyes fell down to her chest, her lacy bra under her dress playing peekaboo, taunting me.
“Baby, I thought you’d be happy to see me free,” I drawled, a hard edge to my voice, taunting her . This had to be a two-way street.
“You thought wrong,” she murmured, moving to turn her back to me.
With a growl, I tugged her hair, just the way I knew she liked. “Stop these games, Arianna, or you won’t like how it ends.”
I’d called her by her full name, and judging by her expression, she didn’t like it.
“It’s already over,” she hissed, her eyes flashing angrily. “We’re done here.”
Giving in to the urge, I wrapped her hair around my wrist the way I’d fantasized these last few weeks.
“We will never be done,” I grunted. “Fucking ever. Now kiss me.” When she made no move to do so, I brushed my nose against hers and said softly, “Kiss me until I’m sick of it.” I’ll never—fucking ever—be sick of it.
“No.” I could feel her resistance faltering in that one single word.
“You know you want to kiss me. Stop fighting it.” She shook her head, panic reflecting in those coral-blue eyes. “You can lie all you want, but it’ll only cost us time.”
Her gaze narrowed. “It doesn’t matter what I want. I’ll hate you and myself if I kiss you now.”
She closed her eyes as if to block me out, but I refused to let that happen. There would be no more distance between us.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded. She refused, and I lowered my head, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and nipping it. Hard. Her eyelids flew open, the resistance in her eyes hardening.
“You don’t get to demand anything of me, Matteo Vitale. You are engaged to my sister! And as long as you are, you need to stay the hell away from me.”
Her chest heaved with her words. I’d never seen her this upset, this angry, but I was angry too.
“I have no intention of marrying Hannah. You know that,” I yelled.
“But she doesn’t know that, does she?” she spat back. “You never gave me the chance to tell her, and you sure as hell haven’t done it yourself. You had to go and take matters into your own hands,” she said. “And now that you’ve fucked it all up, I can’t tell her. She’d never forgive me. She’s wanted you since we were children. I can’t take that away from her.” Her last words choked on a sob.
I couldn’t stand to see her like this. I pulled her closer to me and she didn’t resist.
“Baby, we’ll figure this out. You know that you’re the only one for me. Hannah only wants the idea of us together, you know that. You’re the other half of my soul.” I placed my hand just below her collarbone. “This heart beats for me.”
I could feel it as if it were my own. We were meant for each other.
She shook her head, but I could feel her walls crumbling down. Her body became pliant in my arms and her expression softened.
“That’s right, baby,” I murmured. “I’ve got you. Now kiss me.”
Her lips took mine and a groan vibrated in my chest. It felt like getting a drop of water after weeks of roaming the scorching desert.
I released her hair and brought my hand to her ass, scooping her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, kissing me hungrily, like I was the source of her oxygen.
She ground herself against me, the heat of her pussy calling to me.
“I missed you,” she moaned against my lips.
Three simple words yet they sent me into a spiral. She fucking missed me .
I took over the kiss and my tongue swept through her mouth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts as she made those breathy little noises.
Her fingernails ran against the skin at my nape and a shiver went down my spine. I moaned—long, satisfied, deep—and shuddered hard against her.
Carrying her as she clung to me, neither one of us willing to break the kiss, I walked us over to the window that overlooked the forest behind the planetarium and pressed against it, breathing her in.
She slid down my body, pulling her dress over her head and unclasping her bra, and I thought I’d explode at the sight of her tits.
“Your panties too,” I ordered, my voice hoarse. It was a miracle I could stand here and watch without touching.
She reached out, smoothing her trembling fingers down my thigh, running them down my chest and stomach. I wanted to tear off my clothes so I could feel her hands on my skin.
I didn’t.
My throbbing dick protested, but I simply interlocked her fingers with mine.
Until she whispered her next words. “Touch me.”
Her consent. It was always about ensuring I had her consent. Yes, I was determined to make her mine, but I wanted her body, heart, and soul willingly, and I would work as hard as I needed to for it.
“Please, Matteo. Just touch me.”
Fuck.
The flames inside me threatened to engulf us both, along with this planetarium. Maybe it’d take us to a remote place where only we existed.
With my free hand, I cupped her full breast. I pinched her nipple and a loud moan echoed against the glass walls surrounding us.
“That feel good, baby?”
She nodded, and I trailed my hand down her flat stomach until it came between her thighs. She parted them slightly and I dragged a finger over her hot entrance.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” I rasped, pushing it inside her. Her lips found mine and she kissed me, moaning as the wet sounds of my finger thrusting in and out filled the space.
Ari’s body falling in rhythm with mine drove me fucking insane. Her body was pliant, caving into mine and begging for everything I needed and wanted.
“Mmm,” she breathed. I forced myself to pull my fingers out and she arched her hips, a frustrated noise on her lips. “I need you inside me.”
I pulled away and discarded my suit jacket, then gun holster, soon followed by every single piece of clothing. And all the while, she watched me with shimmering blue eyes, crimson staining every inch of her flushed skin.
“Turn around.”
She didn’t. Instead, she stepped forward and pressed her mouth to my throat, slowly kissing her way up. But she was too short to reach my lips, even on her tiptoes, so she barely grazed my jawline.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, that I wanted to cave and fuck her senseless with her back against the window.
But I had a plan to execute.
Grabbing her nape, I kissed her deeply and spoke into her open mouth. “I said… Turn. Around.” I shifted her so her back was pressed against my chest, then slapped her ass cheek, bringing my finger to her forbidden hole, circling the rim. “One day… I’m going to take this too.”
I slid the tip of my finger inside and she groaned, her head falling back. Her hole clenched, tempting me to take it now, but she wasn’t ready. So I brought my hand around to her wet pussy and slowly fucked her with my fingers, my cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass.
“You’ll let me, won’t you?” She nodded and heat erupted in my groin as I rasped, “My good girl.”
Then, as if she’d realized what she’d said, she stiffened.
“No,” she breathed. “I meant it when I said no . Never!” I wrenched out my fingers and smacked her ass hard this time.
“Tell me it’s mine.” She shook her head and I slapped her ass cheek again and again, her cries and moans mixing. She ground against me and then I saw it: her arousal trailing down her thighs and dripping onto the hardwood beneath us.
Fuck, my woman enjoyed a little roughness.
“Ari, tell me it’s mine,” I growled, slowly losing any semblance of control.
“That…” She arched her back as I landed another spank. “I’ll only give that to my husband.”
My lips twisted into a smile, satisfied.
Because she didn’t know it yet, but we were well on our way to making that happen.