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My eyes took on a sultry, half-lidded look as I dragged my tongue along the cold metal, searching for his lingering taste.
When Matteo withdrew the spoon from my lips, a small dribble of ice cream escaped from the corner of my mouth.
His thumb moved swiftly to wipe it away, the touch of his finger gentle against my skin. My eyes widened in surprise as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sensually sucked it clean, grinning at my reaction.
"You gaze at me like you're perpetually on the brink of surrendering, ready to kneel and beg for whatever I desire," Matteo murmured, finally addressing the unspoken question between us.
His intense blue eyes locked onto mine, their weighty allure accentuated by his heavy-lidded expression. "You look at me like you're desperate to be my good girl."
Oh.
Oh.
Good girl. Was that what he had called me in Italian?
Despite the cool night air, a surge of heat coursed through my body. Matteo's words had hit the mark – I wanted him to take control and be his good girl.
Matteo's grin widened as he carefully set aside the empty ice cream container and gently retrieved my spoon, placing it inside.
I could only gaze up at him, my mind buzzing with desire as he closed the distance between us.
He gently pressed me back against the refrigerator, being mindful of my baby bump as his strong chest formed a barrier around me.
His fingers caressed my chin, tilting my face to meet his. Simultaneously, his other arm wrapped around my lower back, pulling me snugly against his muscular frame.
A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the undeniable bulge in his jeans pressing against my stomach. Matteo's eyes darkened and fell to my mouth again, intensifying our electric anticipation.
My lips tingled with an undeniable craving for his kiss, and I couldn't help but emit a needy whimper.
Matteo hummed, the vibration sending shivers down my spine and a pulsing heat straight to my pussy.
His lips curled into a slight grin, sending my desire soaring. With his head tilted, he peered at me through those long, dark lashes.
The sight of him, so striking and commanding, asking if I wanted to be his, felt almost overwhelming.
It took a moment for my body to catch up with my racing thoughts, and I finally managed a jerky nod, my chin still nestled in his firm hold.
"Please," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.
Matteo's grin stretched wider across his face, but there was no time to appreciate it because he leaned down, brushing his lips against mine in a gentle, teasing kiss.
When he began to withdraw, I couldn't restrain myself. I rose on my toes, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and chased after his mouth.
Matteo's chuckle was abruptly cut off as he responded, kissing me with a renewed passion.
Initially cool from the ice cream, his lips warmed as they glided over mine. His tongue gently probed the seam of my lips, seeking entry, and I eagerly parted them, relishing in the combined taste of the ice cream we had just shared and something uniquely Matteo.
My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark locks as our kiss deepened.
The sounds escaping my lips seemed to drive Matteo wild, urging him to kiss me with an increasing hunger.
It was as if he was determined to draw every pleasurable moan straight from the depths of my being. Our lips collided and melded in a passionate dance.
As Matteo's lips claimed mine, his hands embarked on an exploration of my body. They roamed freely, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples through the fabric, eliciting fervent cries devoured by his insistent kisses.
His touch seemed to coax out every gasp and moan, which he drank down with an almost greedy fervor.
Matteo's hands ventured lower, and as they gripped my soft ass, pulling me closer to his steely form, I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.
