50. Matteo #4
“Thank you for hearing me out,” I say once I feel like I can talk past the overwhelming emotions.
Evie smiles down at me before leaning forward and giving me a kiss. “Thank you for sharing, and I’m sorry, Matteo. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry too, Dove,” I say, for so many reasons.
For not being there to stop it when she was younger.
For hiding that I’m devastated that Caleb doesn’t know what I do.
For being heartbroken over our childhoods that were stolen and tainted.
Placing our foreheads against one another, we stay there, connected like never before.
I want to tell her, want to pour my heart out and scream it from the rooftops, explain how I’ve been in love with her even before I knew what love was. I had this heady sensation flooding my chest since we were little, and now, it’s just grown and evolved. I could never not have her in my life.
This is it for me.
She is it for me.
Evie is the one—the one I have always wanted, the one that I will forever cherish, the one to make me smile, the one to be there when I cry, the one to let me have every emotion I feel.
Evie Ellington is the woman I love with my entire heart and soul.
And I want to tell her. So fucking badly.
The words are on my tongue but I force them down.
I want it to be a special moment when I tell her, not on the heels of an emotional purge. I want her to know that I’m sure, that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, that I mean the words I say and that they weren’t blurted out on a whim.
Because Evie deserves it. She deserves her fairytale ending, and I’ll be that for her no matter what I have to do.
Yet looking into her eyes, something changes between us, charges, the electricity that seems to connect our hearts turning up the dial.
Our breathing falls into sync like everything else. Evie swallows, her eyes taking in every detail they can. I do the same and find that I can’t stop myself from saying, “It’s always been you, Evie. It’s why I could never date anyone else. My heart has always belonged to you.”
Her breathing hitches as the city lights illuminate her back, making her appear like a glowing angel with a halo around her head.
“My heart has always beat for you,” she whispers, heat entering her gaze, a look of hunger that’s been building for weeks, perhaps even years between us.
Lifting my hands, I place them on her thighs, rubbing my thumbs back and forth. Her own hands land gently on my stomach, the move making my muscles bunch and jump.
Both of our touches are slow, exploratory, and yet we’re still holding back.
I know why I am and I can guess why Evie is, too. She wants me to lead, but I need her to know she’s in control, that we’re going at her pace. It’s the most important thing to me that she knows she’s safe.
Her fingers slowly travel beneath my shirt. The moment her skin is on mine I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning. My dick is hard, painfully so, and I know she can feel me between her thighs.
Her breathing is labored, her hands slowly inching up my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles, the curve of my waist.
Copying her, my hands trail up and over her jeans and stop at her hips, squeezing slightly. Evie just about makes me lose my mind as she takes that as a cue to start moving.
I fist one hand over my mouth and bite down because oh my fucking god, she’s grinding on top of me. Her eyes are searing me to the spot and she’s smirking at the reaction she’s eliciting from me.
This is such a goddamn beautiful way to be tortured.
Her hips move back and forth ever so slowly, her hands flat on my chest, nails gently digging in and giving me just the right amount of pain. Evie captures her bottom lip between her teeth, a small little sound escaping her as she picks up the rhythm.
Not being able to hold back any longer, I lean up, pulling her to me.
We collide. Like always when our lips touch, fireworks explode between us. Passion like I’ve never felt before detonating.
Trailing my tongue along her lips, she parts for me, allowing me entrance. We both groan into each other’s mouth at the feel. I wrap one hand around her back to bring her flush with my body and slide the other into her hair, gently tugging.
I need her. I need all of her.
Evie moans so deep and loud into my mouth I feel pre-cum wet my pants.
If she keeps grinding like she is I’m going to cum and I’m not going to care because I don’t want her to stop. I’m meeting her thrust for thrust now, lifting my hips, and it’s the best feeling in the entire world to have her moving above me.
Ripping her hands out from underneath my shirt, frenzied in their movements, she sinks them into my hair and pulls.
Her hold is rough, the bite of pain sending a bolt of pleasure straight down to my cock and making me groan so fucking deep into her mouth she pushes her chest harder against mine, her breasts flattening against my body, and I wish more than ever that no clothes separated us.
We’re always on the same wavelength, it seems, because Evie pulls back, panting and all but begging, “I need you inside me. I need you to touch me, Matteo.”