Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“If your plan is to make me want to touch you, it won’t work,” he says. “I told you I’m a man of my word.”
I smirk as I slowly begin to unbutton my pants as well, zipping down under his half-mast eyes. “Then don’t.”
I pull down my pants along with my underwear, kicking it all the way into a corner. I’m not afraid to be naked, to be seen by a man like him.
His pants tent, cock bobbing up and down uncontrollably behind the fabric as if he can nearly contain it from springing free. And I don’t even know if it’s water droplets running down his cheeks or sweat from the resistance he has to exert.
I lick my lips as I step closer, while Matteo remains steadfast under the shower, which slowly begins to heat just from our presence.
“I’m not going to touch you, Stella, no matter how hard you try,” he warns.
“No,” I say, mischievously placing a hand on his shoulder, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you, right?”
MATTEO
I never imagined my pretty little wife would actually hop under the shower with me … or that she’d strip right in front of me.
Fuck, she’s goddamn gorgeous in every way possible, from her toes to her long legs, to her round thighs, that delicious pussy on display, and those sweet, pink nipples that are begging me to suck them. I can’t look away.
Her fingers tiptoe around my chest, spiraling down toward my abs while I hold my breath.
I should tell her to stop.
God, I should, but I don’t want her to.
She slides her hands down toward my pants and unbuckles my belt, slinking it through the hoops until it’s released. She throws it down onto the floor, then rips open my button and zips me down.
I grasp her wrist right when she’s about to pull down my pants.
She shouldn’t be here with me under the shower. It’s not right.
“Tell me why you’re doing this.”
She bites her lip in such a seductive way that it makes me hard with need. “Because …” She leans in. “I know you want this. And I want to.”
“What?” I ask, lowering my gaze to meet hers. “What do you want, exactly, Tesoro?”
The way she looks up into my eyes makes me want to slam my lips onto hers, but I can’t, I fucking can’t because she’s only using my desire as a tool to break free, and then my plans to ruin Lucio would be ruined. I can’t let that happen.
“I want … to thank you,” she murmurs under her breath.
“That’s not a good enough reason,” I growl, pushing her off me. “I don’t need a reward.”
“I never said it was,” she says, planting her hand on her clavicles. “But you said it yourself. I drive you crazy with lust.”
Her hands slide down her body toward her breasts, and my eyes follow her every move like a starving man looking for scraps.
“I can take care of that myself,” I reply.
“I’ve seen that,” she quips, gripping her nipples right in front of me.
Vixen. Absolute fucking vixen.
I grunt out loud as she begins to twist them.
God, give me peace because this girl has surely robbed me of any.
“What are you doing?” I growl, trying to focus on the shower.
“What does it look like?”
“Do you always have to be so smart-mouthed about everything?”
“I don’t know, do you always have to be such a conformist?”
I narrow my eyes as she grabs some soap and begins to wash herself. “I am not.”
“You sure are obedient to your own rules.”
I smirk. “I can be obedient to someone else’s rules too … if they had any.”
Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Instead, she rubs her hands all over her tits, as if to punish me for challenging her in her own little game. I know what she’s doing, and I won’t fall for it.
“Are you done?” I ask.
“Hardly.”
She spins on her heels, then rubs her flat hands all over her ass, spreading the soap everywhere. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want to bite my own damn knuckles to keep the moan from spilling out.
Good God, why did the world throw this insufferably irresistible woman into my goddamn lap?
“Are you going to keep your pants on or what?”
“You’re still here, so yes,” I retort.
“You didn’t have any problems taking them off before.”
“When I didn’t know someone was snooping on me,” I say, planting my fist on the wall beside her. “Twice.”
She turns around again, and now that we’re face-to-face, the air between us is so thick with tension that it almost feels like these cold droplets are burning on my skin.
“Yet you were moaning my name,” she quips.
Fuck. Got me there.
She slides her hand down her body, and my eyes can’t help but follow while my lips part, tongue licking my top lip like a goddamn dog panting in heat.