Page 26 of The One Night Match (Mafia Matchmaker #1)

TWENTY-SIX

CRUZ

K issing Riley is like breathing for the first time every time.

I felt it in the club that first night, and every time I’ve stolen a kiss since, but it’s one of the many reasons I refuse to let her walk away from me.

She thinks I don’t know she’s trying to push me to the edge with the nonsense she keeps bringing into the house. First the furniture, then the giant cat tree in the middle of my office, and now the dog she doesn’t know I know is Lexi’s friend’s.

What she doesn’t seem to realize is that I’m not going to let her go. She can push and push and push, but at the end of the day, I’m going to be the one to have the last laugh.

While she’s distracted by my lips on hers, I hook my fingers beneath the band of her sports bra and lift it over her head, only releasing her lips for long enough to get her almost completely naked against me.

The only thing that remains is the flimsy lace of her panties, but I leave them in place.

For now.

I drag her against me, reveling in how soft her skin is as I drag my calloused palms up her waist. She’s too good for me. Way too fucking good. But I can’t stop. I won’t.

I need her like I need my next breath, like I need my heart to keep beating, and her resistance only seems to make me fall harder.

An obedient Mafia princess never would have kept my attention. But Riley? She’s everything I never knew I needed, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.

“Cruz,” she murmurs against my lips. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Oh, we absolutely should.” I drag a hand down her stomach, slipping just beneath the waistband of her panties in a silent promise. “I bet you’re soaked for me, Kitten.”

“No,” she whimpers, as I bite down on her bottom lip.

“Yes.” I smirk. “Is your pretty pussy clenching, desperate for everything she knows I’ll give her?”

Riley shakes her head, but her pupils are blown, desire clear within the brilliant blue.

I chuckle and dip my fingers beneath the delicate lace, giving her more than enough time to stop me if she really wants to.

But we both know she doesn’t want to. That she wants this just as badly as I do.

Her mind might know, but her body betrays her.

I dip my head to trail kisses down her throat, nipping and sucking all the way down, desperate to mark her the way I did that first night.

The second I make contact with her heat, we let out a mutual groan. She’s dripping for me, and it takes every bit of strength I have not to bury myself inside her right this second.

But we’ve done quick and desperate. Tonight, we’re doing slow and savoring. I’m going to show her everything she can have if she just says yes.

I rub gentle circles into her clit, reveling in the way her hands clutch my shoulders to steady herself. God, she’s so fucking beautiful when she’s like this, when she allows her body to take the front seat, when she stops fighting everything we both know she needs.

“Cruz,” she moans, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

“I’ve got you, Kitten. You take everything you need. You know I’ll give it to you.” I bite into the same place I did the night in my office, and she screams out, tightening her grip on me.

I dip my head lower, nipping at the swell of her breasts before devouring the pretty pink peaks that have done nothing but tempt me for the last week.

One of the tells Riley can’t hide is how turned on she gets around me, because every single time I do anything even remotely nice for her, her nipples harden.

It’s my new favorite version of a lie detector.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, clutching me against her chest as I devour her soft flesh like I can’t get enough. And at this point, I don’t think I ever will.

I could spend the rest of my life worshipping Riley, and it would never be enough.

“Cruz, fuck. I’m close. I’m so close,” she pants, her hips stuttering as I double down on the pressure against her clit.

Her body tightens, right at the edge of the cliff with blinding pleasure just a breath away, but right as she’s about to tumble, I pull away, leaving her breathless and desperate.

“What the fuck?” she snaps, her eyes locked on me as I lick her from my fingers.

“The only place you’re coming is on my cock, Kitten. I suggest you get used to the idea.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug, tearing the delicate fabric from her flushed skin and leaving her completely bare for me while I’m still fully dressed.

“I liked those!”

I slip the ruined fabric into my pocket and shrug. “I have half a mind to ruin every pair you own so your pussy is easier to access.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” I smirk with a raised brow. “Get on the bed, Kitten. Ass on the edge.”

She looks like she’s about to argue, but she does as she’s told, shuffling until her legs are dangling off the edge awkwardly.

I step forward, wrapping my hands around her ankles and positioning them on the edge of the bed, leaving her completely exposed.

“Cruz,” she murmurs, her eyes filling with worry.

“It’s okay, Kitten. You’re going to give me a little show while I strip.” I take my time unbuttoning my shirt.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Touch yourself, Riley. Show me how you get yourself off.”

Her lips pop open in surprise, but she makes no move to follow the instructions I’ve given her.

“Kitten,” I warn.

She swallows heavily, slowly moving her hand between her spread thighs. She brushes her fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

A soft moan falls from between her pouty lips as she sets a slow but firm tempo, and she clenches around nothing.

“Good girl,” I murmur, stepping back to slip out of my shirt and leave it by the hamper. “Look at your greedy little pussy, so desperate for my cock.”

Riley drags her bottom lip between her teeth as another moan escapes her.

“Do you ever slip your fingers into your hungry hole, Kitten?”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t feel as good.”

“Try it now, baby. Slip two fingers inside yourself while you keep rubbing your clit.” I reach for my belt, taking my time to unbuckle it.

This time, she doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s told, and I have to squeeze my cock through my slacks to stop myself from coming from the sight alone.

Her hips shift, chasing her pleasure as her eyes fall closed.

“Eyes on me,” I bark.

They fly open, locking on mine with her pupils blown, only a sliver of blue visible. She’s so fucking beautiful when she lets her walls down like this, when she lets me see beneath the hard exterior she’s been forced to have all these years.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Riley. You don’t know how fucked up you have me. How fucked up you’ve had me since that night at the club.” I shove my pants down, leaving me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

She drinks me in greedily, her eyes moving over my arms and chest as she takes me in like it’s the first time.

And it probably is the first time I’ve been in this state of undress with her where she hasn’t been fighting her need to look at me.

Where she hasn’t been forcing herself to look away so she doesn’t get caught ogling me.

Little does she know, I fucking love it.

“Did you know my suit from that night is still in the closet? Unwashed. Smelling of us together. Of our cum?”

She shakes her head, her lips parted in a gasp.

“Keep going.” I nod to her hands that have stalled against her sensitive flesh, and she follows the command immediately.

If this is all I needed to do to make her finally see how badly I want her, I should have done it from the start.

“That night when I came home and undressed, I couldn’t bear to be without your scent.

I knew I was getting married the next morning, and thought I’d never see you again, but I couldn’t give up this little part of you.

Now I think back on it, I think I knew you were the one for me, but I couldn’t let myself think like that when I was marrying another woman.

” I chuckle, dropping to my knees in front of her.

“Lucky for me, fate knew exactly what we both needed.”