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We had dinner by the pool, and as it grew dark, Matteo took my hand. He led me down the steps and into the water, which was perfectly refreshing without making me shiver.
He backed me up against the side of the pool, tipped my head back, and kissed me. I kept my eyes open long enough to look up at the stars. The sky was so fucking beautiful here, and Matteo’s body felt so good against mine. We made out for a while, growing slowly more aggressive, but when I gripped his ass, pulling him more tightly against me, he pulled back. There was a dark and hungry look in his eyes.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because this isn’t enough.”
“This isn’t enough? A house in paradise, a whole pool to ourselves, a delicious dinner served to us?”
He shook his head. “You know exactly what I mean. I want to ruin you. I want to chase you down, then drag you back kicking and screaming. I want to throw you in this water and shove you up against the side, let the concrete scratch you up as I drive deep into your ass.”
“Fuck, Matteo. We can’t do that.’
“Yes, we can. I’m going to have you every way I can while we’re here.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. I wanted that too, so fucking much, but I wasn’t going to let him hurt himself. “I know it’s been a while, but you?—”
“I’m not fucking fragile anymore. I survived. We both did, and we’re going to build ourselves an amazing future. Stop treating me like I’m made of glass.”
“Last night I didn’t?—”
“No, but I had to force you. Do I need to force you again?”
My heart pounded. I should say no and make him take it easy for a little longer, but my cock was pressing so hard against my swim trunks I felt like it would split the seams.
“Carter?”
I stared at him, mouth slightly open, desperate to say yes, but still scared for him.
“I’m fine. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. The doctor says I’m ready.”
“The doctor doesn’t know what kind of sex you like.”
Matteo shrugged. “She said I could return to working out. What’s the difference?”
“Did he tell you to get in the boxing ring? To run SEAL drills?”
“I didn’t ask about any of that.”
“Uh huh.”
“So you’re saying a man has to be able to endure SEAL training to fuck you.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“Dammit Matteo.”
He brushed his fingers over my cheek. “You can’t keep babying me forever. You have to trust that I’m going to be okay. We need to put the nightmare we experienced behind us and move on.”
He was right, but it was harder than I ever thought it would be to believe that he really was okay.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“You know I do.”
“Do you trust me to know what’s best for me?”
That was a more difficult question to answer.
“I know I used to be self-destructive, but I didn’t have you then. I didn’t know how fucking good it could be to wake up and go to bed with you every fucking day. Trust me to want that enough to take care of myself.”
