Page 80 of The Fall Affair

“No, I think I might be having a reaction to whatever this dress is made of.” It could be true…

Matteo leaned in, his brows pulling together as his gaze dropped to my chest. “You’re red and blotchy. Would you like something to change into?”

I pushed my chair back and stood. “Actually, I have a much better idea.”

Matteo’s gaze followed me as I rounded the table. I grabbed the hem of my dress, hiking it up as I swung one leg over his and straddled his lap. He stayed perfectly still as I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “I could just take it off.”

“Allegra,” he groaned. “That is not taking it slow.”

His words might’ve been a warning, but his eyes said something entirely different. They dropped to my cleavage, full of hunger and desire. His hands hovered over my exposed thighs, and I could tell he was on the verge of pulling me closer, even if his head wanted to resist.

“We ate dinner. We had a nice conversation.” I kissed his neck and let my breath linger hot against his skin. “Don’t you want to touch me?”

He grumbled a string of curses in Italian, making me smile. “It won’t be just sex.”

“Of course not,” I teased and kissed his neck. “We had dinner, too.”

Matteo’s hands clamped around my thighs, pulling me flush against him as his mouth closed over the pulse at my throat. “The table is still full of dishes.”

I let my head fall back, giving him better access. “Then we’ll make a mess.”

The chair screeched against the tile as Matteo pushed back, hauling me with him as he stood. “I’m at least going to do this properly, not fuck you on a table.”

I would’ve let him have me on top of the dishes for all I cared, as long as it happened now. But Matteo had other plans. His grip tightened, and he started moving. I thought he was taking me straight to his bedroom, but instead, my back thudded against the hallway wall. Matteo’s mouth crashed down over mine in a kiss full of teeth, heat, and pent-up restraint finally snapping free.

“Properly,” I panted, tugging his hair and nipping at his jaw. “This feels anything but.”

“You make me fucking crazy,” he growled. “I can’t even make it to the bedroom without stopping.”

We made out like two reckless teenagers hiding in a hallway at school. Matteo groaned, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it with a sharp breath. It took two more stops before we finally made it to his room.

There he sat down on the edge of the bed, guiding me to stand in front of him. His eyes burned with lust and something deeper. I tried to focus on the lust. “Take off your dress.”

The growl of his voice was so damn sexy. The bedroom was dark, except for a ray of moonlight that streaked in through the window, hitting his face like a spotlight. I took a step back to give him a better view and lifted my dress over my head. Letting it fall to the floor, I stood in a black lace bra and panties.

“Jesus, Allegra.” He shook his head. “You make it hard to breathe.”

I knew that feeling. Matteo hooked an arm around my waist and hauled me close. My breasts lined up perfectly with his face, and he buried himself in my cleavage, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He gathered both my wrists behind my back in one of his hands before sucking a nipple into his mouth. I looked down, watching as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, before biting down and yanking at my nipple.

“Ahhh!” I tried to reach for him, but Matteo’s grip at my wrists tightened.

He moved to my other breast, tongue teasing the stiff bud before clamping down so hard it made my back arch. “Matteo.”

I’d thought this would be my moment to take the lead, since I’d had to break his restraint for things to even start. But once we were in the bedroom, it was clear who was in control. And I was more than happy to have it be him.

“Open your legs,” he growled, the rumble of his voice vibrating through me. Instinctively, I obeyed. Matteo’s fingers slipped under my panties, finding my warmth. He stroked once, twice, and then, without warning, pushed inside.

“Ahhh!” I cried out. Again, I reached for him, forgetting my wrists were bound. “Matteo, please…I need to touch you.”

“First, you are going to come for me, bellissima. Get rid of that nervous energy so I can make love to you.”

My eyes flew open. I was just about to—object? Argue? But before I could figure it out, he crooked the finger inside me, finding a spot that the men I’d been with didn’t seem to know existed, and began pumping in and out. Every stroke hit a nerve so perfectly, it made my hips gyrate.

Likely sensing I was close, Matteo pulled all the way out and pushed back in with two fingers. My legs shook uncontrollably. I reached for him, desperate to steady myself, only to again be met with the delicious bite of resistance where his hand held my wrists. This time, I didn’t beg for release—I tugged again, and his tightening grip sent me careening over the edge.

“Matteo…” I gasped.

“That’s it. Come for me, Allegra. I want to watch you give yourself to me.”