Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
My mouth falls open at his words, and it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts.
“It’s not that I don’t want to live there. It’s just that we didn’t move in together, Matteo. I encroached on your space after you saved me, and, sure, we’re dating, but moving in together is something that should be discussed.”
“Okay, let’s discuss it.” He places his elbows on the table and leans toward me. “The only place I want you moving to is the master bedroom. No more of the guest bedroom shit. I want your clothes in the closet with mine. I want you in the same bed as me every night. I want to be able to roll over and fuck you anytime I want. And I want to wake up with you in my arms, with your bedhead and morning breath and—”
“Hey!” I pout. “You don’t even know if I have morning breath.”
He grins, and it lights up his entire face. “I want to find out.”
“Matteo”—I sigh—“I moved too fast with Enrique, and look where that got me.”
His jaw clenches, and I immediately regret my words because comparing Matteo to Enrique isn’t fair.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I just think we should both think about this. Make sure we’re making the right decision. I love you, and I love living with you, but moving in together is a huge step that shouldn’t be taken lightly.”
“Fine,” Matteo says. “Grab your coffee and muffin, and let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“Home.” He smirks. “So I can show you why living together is the best option.”
“Damn, they just skipped Jonas,” Matteo says when he stops reading the chapter and glances down at me.
After Matteo showed me twice why living together would be in both of our best interests—once on the dining room table and again in the shower—I hung up the clothes I’d bought in the guest room since I hadn’t agreed to anything yet. Matteo made us lunch, and once we were done eating, I suggested he read me some of the book.
At first, he was nervous—I think he was worried that it had been a onetime thing. But once he saw the words were still clear, he started reading and has been reading to me for the past hour while I lie on the couch with my head in his lap.
“I’m sure there’s a reason,” I tell him, turning so I’m on my back and looking up at him. “You going to keep reading to find out what happens?”
“Later,” he says, tossing the book and card to the side. “Right now, I want to find out what happens when I read you.”
“Really?” I snort out a laugh.
He runs his finger along my collarbone, and I shiver in response, making him grin.
“That shiver … that’s because you like my touch.”
He lowers my tank top, exposing my breast, and gently blows on the peak, causing it to harden. He leans over and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking on it for several seconds before he looks down at me. “Your thighs are clenching in anticipation because you’re already turned on. I bet I could make you come from nipple stimulation alone.”
He goes back to sucking on my nipple while he pulls the other side of my top down and tweaks that nipple, making me moan. He isn’t wrong—he could make me come from this alone.
He moves his mouth to my other nipple and shoves his hand into my shorts, finding my clit. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he murmurs before he goes back to sucking on my breast. “Your body is so responsive to me.”
Between the nipple stimulation and the way he’s expertly massaging my clit, it doesn’t take long for me to come, hard and loud.
Of course, to prove his point, he doesn’t stop until I push him off me and try to sit up. But before I can get far, he’s shoving my cotton shorts and panties to the side and lifting me onto his hard cock.
“You feel this?” he asks as he helps me slowly sink down around him.
I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he stretches me, each barbell hitting my walls in the best way possible.
“We fit so perfectly together,” he says, his eyes locked with mine. His fingers bite into my flesh as he moves me up and down, fucking me from the bottom. “Move in with me, baby. I like you here, in my space … eating with you, reading to you, fucking you.”
He rocks his hips to emphasize his last point, and I gasp loudly, on the brink of orgasming again. He captures my mouth with his, the kiss filled with so much passion and desire that it’s like I can taste every word he’s not saying.
After we both find our release, he carries me to the bathroom to help me clean up, then to bed, where he wraps his arms around me from behind, holding me so tightly, it’s as if he’s afraid I might slip out of his grasp.