Tempted by Her Boss (13 page)

She nodded, her thick hair rustling against the pillowcase. “I know.”

“I won’t run away from you. And you can’t run away from me.” He released his hold on her wrists completely so he could touch her cheek, run the back of his fingers across her creamy skin. “Tonight changes everything, Paige.”

Her eyes widened and she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Christ, she was sexy when she did that. “What about your family wanting you to move back here? I just…I can’t…”

“Sshh.” He placed his finger over her lips, silencing her. “We’ll talk about the future tomorrow. Tonight, I want to concentrate on this. The two of us, together.” He stroked her bottom lip with the tip of his finger. Leaning in, he kissed her at the very spot, licking and sucking her lip into his mouth until he heard her whimper, the needy sound going straight to his cock.

God. She wielded such a powerful stranglehold on him and she had no idea. She was a complete contradiction. Innocence and sin. Shy yet bold. He loved it. Found her a mystery he wanted to discover further.

Lifting away from her, he smiled. “Let’s remove this.”
 

He tugged at the cotton nightie that was bunched around her waist and pulled. She lifted her hips, letting him pull the garment off her and he whisked it down her long legs, off her body so it fell to the floor. A tiny scrap of white lace remained, barely concealing her sex and the fiery red hair beneath, and he exhaled roughly.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he repositioned himself so that he faced all that pretty, delicate lace and the equally pretty, delicate flesh it covered. He touched her there. Drew his finger along the flimsy leg band, sneaking beneath the lace to stroke bare, hot skin. She sucked in a harsh breath when he dipped farther, tracing her slit, light as a butterfly’s wing, his hand working beneath the lace.

She murmured his name breathlessly and he glanced up, enraptured with the sight before him. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, her eyes closed, her back arched. Tiny breasts quivering, hard, deep pink nipples pointing to the sky, the slope of her belly beckoning him. He shifted up and pressed his lips there, just below her navel and she shuddered beneath his mouth, as if she were completely overcome by him.

He felt much the same.

With little grace, he removed the panties from her hips, almost ripping them in the process but not caring in the least. He cupped her ass with his hands and brought her to him, pressing his mouth directly on her mound, his tongue sneaking out for a lick. She thrust her hands into his hair, clutching him, as if to pull him away or push him deeper, he wasn’t sure.

Her feminine fragrance filled his nostrils as he breathed her in deep, high on her unique scent. He licked and sucked her pink folds, thoroughly searching her with his tongue until he stopped at the top of her slit, flicking his tongue against her clitoris.

“Oh God,” Paige gasped, her breaths coming faster, her hips lifting in subtle thrusts against his mouth. He continued his assault on her delicate flesh, watching her, enjoying how responsive she was, how easily she gave in to him. There was no embarrassment, no worry, just the two of them together. Man and woman deepening their relationship with deliberate caresses and long moans, sharing each other’s secrets, revealing each other’s desires.

“Do you want to come?” he murmured against her flesh, his lips tickling her clit.

She jerked against him. “Please,” she breathed, crying out when he slid his hand up her body to pinch her nipple. “It feels so good.”

He hummed against her flesh, smiling when she jerked beneath his mouth. Sucking her clit between his lips, he slipped two fingers deep inside her tight sheath, nearly coming undone at the exquisite sensation of her velvety hot walls grasping his fingers.

She would feel extraordinary wrapped tight around his cock. Just the thought of her grasping him close as he slipped inside her made him want to come.

But no, Paige was the one coming at the moment, her soft little cries filling the room as she trembled beneath him. He gripped her ass and held her close, feasting on her, watching her the entire time as she fell completely apart.

He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than this woman—his woman coming undone. His heart tightened in his chest as he softened his licks, finally pulling away from her and setting her carefully on the mattress.

His cock hard as steel, he studied her, momentarily dumbfounded by the swirl of emotions rising within him. It was powerful, knowing that his touch, his mouth, his words did such beautiful damage to Paige. She lay there in a weak heap, her chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch her breath. Her arm slung over her eyes, her hair a riotous mess about her head, her legs were still spread, offering him a delicious view, and he reached toward the bedside table where he’d dropped two condoms before he’d slipped into bed with her.

Snatching one up, Matteo moved closer to her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, running his fingers down the inside of her thigh, making her flinch. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

She smiled, dropped her arm away from her face, her gaze meeting his. “Sorry. Just needed to catch my breath first.”

“I plan on keeping you perpetually out of breath for the rest of the night.” He returned her smile, rearing up on his knees and tearing open the condom wrapper. “So be prepared.”

Chapter Ten

Paige couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Matteo on his knees, between her spread legs, his erection jutting out from his body as he held the condom wrapper, his other hand gripping the base. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard, entranced with the hard, male form on display before her.

Thank goodness for the nearly full moon allowing her to see him so perfectly, even with the lights off. He had such a beautiful body. Wide shoulders and chest, dusted light with dark curling hair. Flat, defined stomach, slim hips, strong thighs, long, thick…

Her cheeks burned at her train of thought, but dear God, the man was near perfection. And he was all hers to play with for the rest of the night.

Once this happens, we can never go back.

His earlier words came back to her, confusing her all over again. What did he mean? Of course, their relationship would change, but did he want to make her a permanent part of his life? She couldn’t even begin to count on it. The disappointment would be too great if it never happened.

And she didn’t think she could deal with having him and then…losing him. It was bad enough, taking it this far. Indulging with Matteo when they both knew they were playing with fire. But she’d wanted it—and went after him relentlessly, finally wearing him down.

Was that all tonight was? After endless chasing, Paige had worn him down and he gave in? She hoped not.

“Your mind, it’s turning and working and coming up with all sorts of problems for you to worry about,” he said as he came over her, his face hovering above hers.

The frown she didn’t even realize she wore on her face deepened, she could feel it. “How can you tell?”

“Right here.” He drew his finger down between her eyebrows, stopping at the bridge of her nose. “You get this cute, tiny frown line right there. I can always tell your brain is on overload when that little crease appears.”

She raised her brows, trying to straighten the line she didn’t know existed so he couldn’t call her out on overthinking any longer. “How’s that?”

“Better.” He kissed her there, his lips soft, easing her tension and worry, and she closed her eyes, falling under his gentle spell. “Turn your brain off,
bella
. And just feel.”

He moved over her body, his mouth, his hands everywhere. Ratcheting up the fever within her all over again, pushing her to her very limits in minutes, until she thought she might burst. She could feel his erection brush against her thigh, her belly, her hip, and she reached out, wrapped her fingers around his thick girth and gave him a firm squeeze.

“Christ,” he choked out, sounding in absolute agony. “Watch out or I might come all over your pretty little fingers.”

If that wasn’t the hottest thing she’d ever heard in her life, she didn’t know what was. “Maybe I want you to,” she encouraged as she opened her eyes, stroking him again because yes, she wanted to see this larger-than-life, intimidating man lose complete control.

All because of her.

“No, you don’t. I’m not about to let that happen.” He settled his hand over hers and carefully removed her fingers, then reared up, grabbing the condom once again and slipping the condom over his shaft. He repositioned himself over her, his erection probing her entry, teasing her and she arched up, trying to take him in. “I’m going to make you mine the proper way.”

His words sent a shiver through her. He had no idea just how much she wanted to be his. Forever.

Slowly he pushed inside her and she spread her legs, sending him deeper. They both moaned, and she closed her eyes, lost to the sensation of Matteo entering her body for the first time. He was so thick, filled her so completely, and he hadn’t even pushed all the way inside yet.

Her body buzzed in anticipation of the complete claiming.

“You feel amazing.”

She opened her eyes, surprised that he stopped moving. His hands were pressed on the mattress on either side of her head, his head hanging over hers, his expression grim. Reaching out, she touched his arm, her fingers caressing his hard-as-a-rock bicep, and he lifted his lids, allowing her to see all the turmoil, the restraint it took for him not to completely lose it and screw her brains out.

Lord help her, but she desperately wanted him to screw her brains out.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, stroking her nails up and down his arm. “I won’t break. Please, Matteo.”

Her words seemed to urge him on. He pushed farther, filling her completely, and she sighed, closing her eyes to let the sensations overtake her. Slowly they began to move together, a delicious push and pull full of friction, full of passion. They rocked into each other, their hips meeting every time he plunged deep inside her. Again and again he thrust, taking her higher, higher, until she thought she might burst apart from the pleasure.

The wave threatened, she knew he was close too and she encouraged him, sliding her legs around his hips and sending him deeper. His movements became faster, jerkier and she appreciated the tiny loss of control. She didn’t want calm, calculated Matteo Renaldi in her bed. She wanted the passionate, unrestrained man, the one who cried out her name as he gathered her close, his orgasm taking him completely over as he shuddered over her. His thrusts never slowed and soon she was coming too, an absolute first for her. For the second time in one evening, it was like a kind of miracle and she pressed her face against his shoulder when he slumped against her, his breathing heavy, everything about him heavy.

Her heart raced triple time as she wrapped her arms around him, playing with the slightly wavy hair at his nape. He breathed hot against her neck, his chest pressing her into the mattress, their bodies still connected. She wanted to both push him off and hold him close, afraid this moment might never happen again, no matter what he told her earlier.

So she needed to make the most of it.

“I’m crushing you,” he whispered against her neck, his breath hot and she swore she felt the swipe of his tongue. “Let me get up.”

“Let me hold you a little while longer,” she murmured as she continued to stroke his hair. Yes, he was heavy. Yes, he was crushing her. But she didn’t care. She loved having him in her arms, their skin damp with sweat clinging to each other, their bodies still fused together. She didn’t want to ever forget this night, the first night she and Matteo made love.

Without a word, he eventually pulled away from her and she let her arms drop, watching helplessly as he climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. She grabbed the sheet and comforter, pulling them over her naked body to ward off the sudden chill in the room as she heard him move about the bathroom, disposing the condom, no doubt.

She shivered, feeling awkward. How she wished they could talk and plan and…dream. But men usually didn’t like that sort of thing and Matteo’s brothers had only just dropped the move-back-to-Italy bomb on him today. He still needed time to process. Think everything through. It wasn’t her right to ask him for all the details. Demand that he tell her his future plans so she could know exactly where she fit in them.

No matter how badly she wanted to ask.

He shuffled out of the bathroom minutes later, still magnificent in his nakedness as she blatantly inspected him. He slipped into the bed beside her, pulling up the covers, his arm sneaking out to wrap around her and pull her close.

“Don’t pretend that what just happened between us was no big deal,” he warned, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know what you’re thinking.”

The man, at moments, was completely insufferable. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“I can read it all over your face, though I won’t bore you with the details.” Gathering her even closer, as close as she could get, he held her to him. His mouth against her forehead, his arm wrapped tight about her waist. She rested her head against his chest, could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat, and she closed her eyes.

Despite her earlier concerns, she’d never felt so content.