Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Sylvia
I wake in a warm bed, and I don't even need to open my eyes to know Mateo is beside me. I’m still a little fuzzy as to what happened after the window blew out, but one thing's for sure. I feel safe.
For now.
I can’t think about what will happen when Mr. Fuentes returns home and finds us. That will be the end of all the safety and security I've enjoyed in my life. It will be the end of my mother’s trust in me. The end of my budding career and bright future.
But I can’t worry about that right now. Because at this moment, I have everything I’ve ever wanted.
Mateo opens his eyes as I watch and suddenly, we’re just two sets of green eyes locked in the intimate stare of soul mates. How many times have I laid just like this, in this very bed, allowing those very eyes to look into my soul? Too many to count.
I should move. I should roll over or at the very least squeeze my eyes closed, but I don’t. And neither does Mateo.
The silence stretches for so long I think it might strangle me. Finally, his whisper cuts through the darkness.
“I’ve missed you.”
I can’t respond, but my eyes well up with tears as I continue to hold his gaze. I hope it's enough.
“All I ever wanted was this. We wanted this…we talked about it so often. Whatever changed that for you, we could have figured it out together,” he goes on softly.
It’s amazing, in this day and age, that a secret like the one I hold managed to stay secret.
I guess it’s because he more or less never came back here after that day.
If he had come home, and trusted his family enough to share his story of heartbreak with them, it would only have been a matter of time before someone told him the truth.
“I think about you every second of every day,” he whispers.
“I…” What? What on earth can I possibly say to this man? “I miss you, too.”
His eyes close as my words strike him.
“Why?” he asks, eyes still closed.
I snake my hands out of the covers and find his. For a moment, I think he’s going to pull away, but he doesn’t.
He pulls me closer.
“Can we just pretend it’s before for a little while?” I ask softly, fully prepared for anger to explode out of him for my cruel, unfair words.
His mouth opens slightly, but his eyes stay closed. I don’t dare breathe. After a moment so long that I nearly suffocate, he nods.
There’s no stopping my tears now and they rush out of me in silent sobs. Mateo pulls me so close that I'm enveloped in his scent, his warmth. He holds me until my crying wanes and I go still in his strong arms.
When I lift my tearstained face up to meet his, he places a soft kiss on one cheek. And then the other.
He kisses down my jawbone and across my chin. When I realize he’s kissing away my tears, they start all over again and he kisses each drop as it falls.
When I can’t stand to wait a second longer, I chase his lips with my own, locking us in a kiss that turns passionate so quickly, it sweeps me away. I squeeze my eyes closed and allow myself to go back. Back before everything went wrong. Before I knew the harshness of the real world.
I can tell Mateo went back in time with me.
He’s pressing my lips open with his tongue, invading deep into my mouth as I surrender to him.
No thought. No questions. Just feeling like we did back then.
He’s up on one elbow, his other hand reaching up to cradle the side of my face as he kisses me like a man who needs saving and I’m his lifeline.
Maybe it’s true.
It’s only when he pushes the blankets away and runs his hand down my torso that I realize I’m dressed in his clothes. The thought of him undressing me while I slept turns the budding heat between my legs into an inferno.
Did he look at my body as he undressed me? Did he want me even then?
I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, shouldn’t be doing any of this, but it’s a lost cause. With Mateo and I together again all is right in the world.
Even if it’s just pretend.
“Cat, I’m going to take this off.” His hand is on the hem of the large sweatshirt he dressed me in.
“It seems like you already did.” I can hear the lightness, the humor in my voice and I know Mateo can, too.
He grins at me and it takes everything I have not to break out in tears again. That beautiful, devilish grin. It used to be mine.
“I changed you, but I was very respectful. I found you wet and freezing.”
“Will you be less respectful now?” The daringness of my words shocks me, but in the best possible way.
“If that’s what you want,” Mateo replies, already lifting the sweater up to expose my breasts.
“You know exactly what I want, Matty, you always did.” I’m asking for trouble throwing his nickname out like that, conjuring up memories of the many, many times we were in compromising positions in this very bed.
And trouble is exactly what I get.
As soon as the sweater hits the floor, Mateo captures my nipples with his teeth, one at a time, offering sharp little nips followed by the smooth caress of his tongue.
I cry out with each jolt of pain, sinking deeper into him with each offering of pleasure.
I’ve never forgotten how this man touches me—and I’ve never allowed another man to even come close.
I’m dying for more contact, so I pull his own shirt over his head and toss it off the bed. I run the pads of my fingers down his gorgeous, muscular chest.
“Hmm, eager, are you?” Mateo teases, gathering my breasts up with both hands, giving my nipples another soft bite.
“Yes,” I moan, arching my back.
“What are you so eager for, my little kitty?”
“You,” I offer bravely, baring my heart with no regard for its safety.
He could so easily leave me cold and wanting, just like I once did to him, but I have a feeling he’s not going to.
I’m immediately glad I trusted my instincts.
Mateo’s lips are back on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as I reach up with my own to do the same.
I want to do everything with this man, be everything.
Connected as one just like we were before.
I can’t get enough of him, and I can’t get it quickly enough.
My fingers graze down his stomach and hook in the waistband of his pants.
I feel him smile against my lips.
“Not so fast there, kitty.” He lifts up to kneeling and my hands fall away. There isn’t time for fear or disappointment, because he’s got his own fingers in the waistband of my sweats and pulls them down with one sharp tug.
The too large pants come easily off my body and land on the floor beside the bed.
“I’ll give you a taste, but first, I need to taste you,” he says.
The desire that smolders in his eyes can’t be a lie.
My mouth sags open and I struggle to take a full breath with his gaze running up my legs and over my bare stomach and breasts.
I’ve been hiding myself away for so long, and never thought I would be here…
nearly naked with Mateo. The feeling is electric, joyous, and devastatingly familiar.
I allow my full weight to rest back on the soft pillows as Mateo begins his descent.
Down my neck his lips go, tongue flicking out to taste me as his hot breath leaves chills in its path.
When he reaches my navel, my most ticklish spot, he stops to trace a slow circle.
I laugh and squirm, but his strong hands hold me steady, making me endure the torture until I’m breathless.
With a soft laugh of his own, he moves on. I know he saw my panties earlier when he changed my clothes, but I can’t help my shyness when his teeth latch onto the lacy rim.
I would have dressed up if I’d known, put on something fancier than the simple lace trimmed cotton panties I chose this morning.
Before my shame can overtake me, he has them on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I’m now fully bared for him.
Maybe I should want to hide, but I don’t. Maybe I should be ashamed of the blatant desire waiting for him between my legs, but I’m not. My knees fall open and the growl of approval that escapes Mateo’s lips sinks deep into my chest.
When his tongue touches down softly at my entrance, slipping inside my body like it has so many times before, I finally let all apprehension melt away.
Everything will look different in the morning, but for now, I’m going to let myself have this. Have him.
The tension that’s been building since the moment I woke up beside him finally has an outlet, and I find myself approaching the edge quickly. Soft, long swipes of his tongue around my swollen clit, slowly and then quicker has my breath quickening and my legs shaking.
I try to slow my mounting pleasure, dying to feel his fingers inside me when I climax. I could ask him to touch me, but I don’t want to. I want Mateo to set the pace. I want to follow him down this road to pleasure.
He doesn’t let me down.
Just when I think I won’t be able to hold on a second longer, I feel him slide his fingers inside me, curling just right while pumping in and out.
I gasp and trap the air inside my lungs, the swell of ecstasy starts where his fingertips connect with my flesh and radiates out like a song.
One I know by heart.
My orgasm crashes through me, leaving me breathless and shaking. Mateo doesn’t let up, continuing the pump of his fingers and the delicious slide of his tongue as I quiver and grasp at the sheets beside me.
“Mateo,” I cry out when I’m finally too sensitive, needing a respite from his touch. “Matty, please.”
He looks up from between my legs, smiling at me and licking his lips. “Had enough, little kitty?”
“Yes. That was…” I’m still shaking, my mind floating a foot over my body, unable to string together coherent thoughts. “Incredible,” I manage.
“You’re incredible. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I licked your sweet pussy.”
I don’t want to think about how long it’s been. I only want to live in this moment. “Fuck me, Matty.”
He always liked when I talked dirty. It’s all I have to fall back on now.