My Favorite Souvenir(83)

Matteo was quiet for a couple of minutes.

He finally turned to me. “I always assumed having someone I loved die was the most devastating thing that could happen. But losing someone I love, who’s still alive, might be just as bad, if not worse.”

It took me a few seconds to realize Matteo had just told me he loved me—hidden inside a painful statement. But nevertheless, he’d said it. This might have been the best opportunity to return the sentiment, but it felt like the wrong time. I didn’t want him to think I was saying it only because he had.

He deserved to hear those words from me when I had nothing else tying me down. I wasn’t with my ex anymore, but until Brady knew the truth, Matteo and I were living in the shadow of a lie with a huge weight on our shoulders.

Before I could figure out how to respond to Matteo, my phone rang again.

Shit.

Brady again.

Terrible timing.

I knew every time Brady called, it was like a knife to Matteo’s heart. This time, rather than saying anything, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. When the door slammed shut, my body shook. But I couldn’t blame him. The bathroom was really the only place to escape in a studio apartment.

A few minutes later, I heard the shower running. It was an odd time to have decided to shower, but I understood. Matteo probably knew he was about to say or do something he’d regret, so instead he’d opted to cool off.

I didn’t want to leave on bad terms, especially since he didn’t want to communicate until New Orleans. I knew he was angry at how life had tricked us, but I also knew every bit of that anger was because of how much he cared for me.

What felt like an invisible pull led me to pick myself off of the ground and head for the bathroom. I was only going to make sure he was okay—at least that’s what I told myself.

But after I opened the door to the steam-filled room and took in the sight of his naked silhouette through the foggy glass door, I knew there was no turning back.

For a few minutes, I just watched him as he massaged soap through his hair.

But the longer I stood there, the more my need for him became unbearable.

He finally spoke to me. “What are you doing?”

Slipping my shirt over my head, I didn’t answer. I stepped out of my pants before moving my panties down my legs. Then I slid the door open and stepped inside.

Our eyes locked as his breathing became heavy. His gaze moved down. The water rained over his gorgeous face as he took in my stark naked body for the very first time.

“Fuck. You trying to kill me tonight or something, Hazel?”

As I gawked at his beautiful, carved body, all I wanted to do was spend every last minute here in Seattle worshipping it.

I dropped to my knees and answered his question by taking him into my mouth.

He let out a loud groan that echoed through the bathroom as he bent his head back. I worked my mouth over his cock, letting it reach the back of my throat. I sucked harder with each second. Never had I done anything as bold as this.

He gripped my wet hair. “Fuck. Slow down, baby. This is too much.” But he used his hand to guide my head over him, to push himself in deeper, proof that he didn’t really want me to stop.

He thrust his hips hard one last time, nearly causing me to gag before he pulled out of my mouth.

“Stand up, Hazel.”

I did as he said, and he backed me slowly against the wall. His tone was gruff…taunting. “You think you can just waltz in here naked, let me fuck your beautiful mouth, and make everything better?”

My breaths grew heavier. “I figured if you’re going to be angry, you might as well take it out on me.”

Matteo spoke over my lips. “That’s what you want? To fuck the anger out of me?”

Turned on more with each dirty word, I turned around and placed my hands against the tile.

I felt his hot, throbbing cock against the crack of my ass. Then his mouth landed on my neck and he sucked my skin, slow and hard. My clit buzzed with an intense need. I leaned my ass into him, wanting him inside of me.

“What did I tell you, Hazel?”

Barely able to speak, I muttered, “Huh?”

I could feel his laughter on my skin. “What’s the magic word?”

In my haze, I’d completely forgotten about our pact.

“Hooker,” I breathed, barely audible.

“What’s that?” He pressed his cock harder into the crook of my ass. “I can’t hear you.”

“Hooker!” I said louder.

He covered my back in firm, slow kisses before I felt the burn of him entering me. The friction hurt ever so slightly as he buried himself inside. With my hands still against the wall, I moved my hips to meet his thrusts, the feeling so incredible I knew it wouldn’t last very long. Normally, I had the opposite problem.

His breaths were frantic, the calm and cocky demeanor of a few seconds ago, seemingly replaced by the same uncontrollable need I’d been experiencing from the moment I set foot in the shower.

He wrapped his arms around my waist to push himself even deeper.

“You’re mine, Hazel,” he whispered. “You’re fucking mine.”

His words sent a chill through my body. I liked possessive Matteo. If only I had more time to experience him.





Chapter 28




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