Page 67 of Bellini Born

Most days, I saw him dressed in a suit, but this version, modified for a night out, threatened to be my undoing. The white dress shirt tucked into navy slacks had been left open at the collar, exposing a mouthwatering slice of olive skin that had me itching to lean in and lick it to see if it tasted as good as it looked. There was the tiniest hint of stubble lining his normally clean-shaven jaw this late at night, and messy strands of dark hair hung over his forehead.

Swallowing thickly, I stammered, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

Matteo dipped his head and began to pepper kisses along my jaw. “I can’t fucking breathe when you’re not near.”

Oh wow. I had to clutch at his shoulders to remain upright.

The vibrations of his chuckle tickled against my neck. “Do you have any idea how much you affect me?”

When I didn’t respond, he pulled our bodies flush. The hard ridge of his dick pressed to my belly had a moan spilling into the heated air.

“I need you, Summer. Please tell me I can have you. Tonight.”

Lifting my eyes, I sucked in a sharp breath when I saw the heat in his.

Heart threatening to beat out my chest, I gave the tiniest dip of my chin, and that was enough for Matteo. Within seconds, he was dragging me off the dance floor. Then he pulled me into a darkened alcove.

Before I could ask where we were, his mouth crashed down on mine. There was no teasing, tasting, or exploring like you’d expect of a first kiss. No, the first time Matteo and I locked lips was all about him asserting dominance. His tongue swept inside, staking his claim, making sure I knew exactly who I belonged to.

My hands tangled in his hair as I attempted to hang on for dear life, in hopes of surviving the lust-induced fire that was hot enough to burn the world to the ground around us.

Heat pooled low in my belly, and I couldn’t stop my hips from seeking out his, rubbing against the erection straining behind his fly.

Matteo pulled back with a hiss, his dark eyes glittering in the dim lighting. “Need to taste you.”

Brain fuzzy, I panted, “You just did.”

He shook his head before dropping to the ground and tossing one of my thighs over his shoulder.

Oh, hell yes.

Staring up at me, he let out a stunned exhale. “I kneel for no man, but you bring me to my knees. That’s the power you wield over me,dolcezza.”

Now that I understood that he was calling me sweetheart in Italian, I freaking swooned.

Reaching down, I brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead, trailing my fingers down his face to cup his cheek. He turned his face, pressing a tender kiss to the center of my palm.

Slowly, he inched the hemline of my already short skirt up my thighs, dragging his tongue along my skin on his upward trek. Before long, his hot breath breached through the lace of my panties, and without warning, he hooked the material to the side, and his mouth closed over my clit.

“Fuck!” I cried, my head dropping back against the wall with a thud.

Fingers dug into my ass, hauling my pussy tighter against his face. His deep groan against my slick flesh had me squealing. The combination of that and his skilled tongue fucking into me had me embarrassingly close to the edge already.

How was he so good at this? Most men needed a damn road map, and even then, I was begging for their cock just so I didn’t have to withstand any more of their sloppy slobbering down below.

His mouth pulled away suddenly, and I whimpered, hips bucking in search of contact.

“Matteo, please,” I begged, breathless.

“Eyes on me,” he all but growled. “I want you to watch while I make you fall apart.”

Forcing my heavy eyelids open, I dropped my chin enough to view where Matteo was perched between my thighs. I nearly came on the spot, seeing the sheen of my arousal coating his lips and chin. Damn, that was hot.

His gaze never left mine as he lifted two fingers to his mouth and gave them a good suck before teasing them between my legs. I tensed as they probed at my entrance, but when they pushedinside, curling against that perfect spot, my eyes threatened to roll back into my head, and it took all my effort to keep them locked on Matteo.

“Don’t look away,dolcezza,” he gritted out the command as his tongue darted out, swiping through my slit.

I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding him steady as I chased the pleasure he provided. God, I could get addicted to this.