"Back on your elbows," he whispers.
When I don't move, he removes his hand and gives me a pointed look.
"I can go back to my coffee, and let you take care of this yourself," he says.
"You're an asshole," I say, leaning back.
Mateo slides his hand back up the leg of my shorts, and I'm grateful I packed these yesterday and not a tight pair. He brushesa finger over me, and I suck in a breath. I can't remember the last time I let someone touch me. I should be concerned I'm sitting on my best friend's kitchen counter while her brother—oh god—pushes my panties to the side and grazes a finger over my clit.
A small moan escapes my lips, and Mateo silences it with a hand over my mouth.
"Quiet," he says, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. His voice is firm, deeper than usual.
My body has a mind of its own as it presses back against his fingers between my legs. He removes his hand from my mouth, trailing it down my chest, cupping my breast over my T-shirt.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I bite back a cry. His chest rises and falls, slowly, almost calculating.
"Are you holding back for me or yourself?" I ask. "I won't break."
Because I'm already broken.
Mateo pushes my shirt up over my breasts, his eyes trained on them as he adds another finger and increases his speed. He drags his thumb across my clit as he pumps. His touch is electric on my skin, bringing nerve endings to life that haven't felt a man's touch in ages. I'm so close, and it takes me by surprise.
He's beautiful with his hair a morning mess, and I hate how badly I itch to draw him. The beard makes me desperate to have his face between my legs, working my clit with his tongue instead of his finger.
"Fuck." I bite down on the word, muting it.
Mateo's eyes meet mine, and he flashes a lopsided smile revealing his imperfect perfection. The fucker knows I'm close, and I hate him for it.
He shifts his angle and moves his other hand up my stomach, settling on a naked breast. He teases it, swirling his thumb around my nipple. I swallow, and he applies pressure to my clit, curling his fingers inside me.
My entire body shudders as I come.
He pulls his hand from between my legs and tugs at my nipple with the other.
"So friends with benefits," he says. "Does this mean we're friends?"
Chapter seventeen
Mateo
"Stop smiling," Jade says.
"I'm not." I totally am. And if she got to see the look on her face when she comes every time she closed her eyes, she would be too.
"You fucking are, and if you keep looking at me like that, Addie will know."
"She's not even here," I say.
"Pretend she is."
It's been three days, and I'm dying to get her alone again.
I hold the door open for her, and she rolls her eyes. It makes me want to lay out a red carpet for her. Lay my coat over puddles and pump her gas and shit.
"Why are we here?" she asks.
"My friend Kyler, from the team, had a baby girl a few weeks ago," I tell her, grabbing a cart. "I was kind of caught up in my own head, and I never sent them anything."
