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“Was I gentle?” He asked, placing a tender, warm kiss on my neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail of desire on my skin. “Did I kiss you here?” He continued, kissing my collarbone, my neck stretching involuntarily. “Was I soft?” A whisper in my ear, his lips barely grazing it as he spoke.
My knees got weaker as he teased my body and my mind at the same time. I was falling into his trap, my willing body responding to every touch of his fingers.
“Or was I rough?” He groaned, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him.
Matt’s lips crashed onto mine with such power, I couldn’t help but respond by moaning into his mouth. My hands were already knotted in his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him back with all the pent up need I had for this man. Not even air got between our bodies.
He ravished my lips without mercy, taking my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it before biting down on it. The soft sting sent a shiver down my spine, my body molding further into his in response. Matt smirked against my lips, my body confirming everything he wanted to know. “I was rough.”
His words from the night before came sneaking into my brain. “Fake it to your heart's content, but I know you want me as badly as I want you.”
They were nothing but the truth.
But with that thought came the memory of how I waited all night for him to come back from wherever he had gone. Wherever he had wandered off to on the night of our wedding. The night of our wedding that he spent with someone else.
“Matt, STOP!” I said, my palms pushing against his chest. I was surprised at how fast he did.
Matt looked at me completely confused, but immediately stepped back, his brows knotting in confusion as he studied my face.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be your second choice.” I answered his silent question, my voice drenched in acid and resentment.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re choosing me because no one else is around. I’m guessing last night, your options were far better. Good enough that you only returned this morning. Was she at our wedding?” I asked, not exactly wanting to know the answer to that. “Or was she the woman at the bar?”
“Why the hell do you think I was with someone else last night?”
“Because you left!” I shouted. “You left after… you know. I was still panting, and I know you were turned on as well. And you just left.” I was repeating myself, my voice falling in its pitch and intensity. I wasn’t supposed to waver like this, to show him that what he did or didn’t do messed with me in a way I was still stuck on.
“And just because I left, you thought I would be sticking my cock in the first hole that showed up? I left because it was my only option.” He replied, his own tone rising together with his indignation.
“Your only option? How could it have been your only option?”
“Because if I stayed, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. That’s what you do to me, Francesca. You drive me fucking insane. I would have fucked you so hard you’d be feeling me for a week.” He paused for a second, shutting his eyes as tight as they would go before resuming. “Jesus, I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so damn much. But you were very clear that it wasn’t a real wedding night, and after watching you come, feeling you, hearing you moan my damn name, there was no way I could have stopped if you wanted me to. And that’s not me, Francesca. I’m not that kind of man.”
Why did the image of Matt pinning me down and having his way with me turn me on so damn much. He wouldn’t be forcing me because it was clear by now that if he pushed a little harder, I’d cave. Fuck, I’m weak!
Matt stood there looking at me, pondering his next words or move, his face slowly morphing into that unreadable expression he wore for the world.
“I left because I needed to wrap my head around the fact that you don’t feel the same way that I do.” Matt’s voice was calmer now, but nothing in its serenity brought me peace. Very much the contrary. His calmness was eerie and dark, unsettling in the way it seemed like he’d just shut off his feelings. “My head is a mess when it comes to you, Francesca, and I don’t do chaos.”
Matt turned away, leaving me frozen in my spot, thinking about the deep meaning in his words. I was stunned by his confession, not knowing how to deal with it.
Suddenly Gio’s words seemed less accurate now.
Was it possible that Matt had chosen to marry me in place of his brother? For any other reason than taking his place as the head of the Battaglia family and freeing Liam?
That remote possibility hit me straight in the gut, just as much as seeing Matt walk away from me for the second time today. Only this time, I felt like I had lost him a little. And that? That surprisingly hurt more than I could expect.
Chapter 7
Francesca
We finally landed in Cuba. It was technically a short flight, but my God! I couldn’t remember any other three hours of my life as intense as those.
Matt sat at the back while the jet landed, not saying another word after he had spilled his guts to me. I was still unsure about what to do with that information. But it stirred something inside of me that I certainly wasn’t expecting.
Matt was an unbelievably alluring man. Sexy, hot, sculpted to perfection, and full of intrigue.
