Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“I have to be careful, Dani.” His words are at odds with his actions, as he slides a hand down my back and pulls me closer. When I look up at him again, his mouth captures mine in a kiss that conveys his pent-up desire.
It’s hot and desperate, and has the same effect on my smutty thoughts as pouring fuel on a fire. His tongue finds mine, and I can’t help but think how good that tongue would feel all over my body. I imagine myself tasting every inch of him as need begins to throb between my legs.
Matteo angles my head backward and kisses a path down my neck, taking my breath away as he goes. His hands caress my lower back and dip down to cup my ass as his mouth reaches the swell just above the neckline of my blouse. He lays a line of kisses across my chest, slowly and reverently, as if leaving an offering for a goddess.
His mouth returns to mine like it can’t stand to be away. We’re tangling in another fervent kiss when the phone on his desk rings loudly, startling me out of Matteo’s embrace.
“Mi dispiace, I’m sorry. I’m expecting to hear from the dean today. I should check this.” He circles his desk, looks at the caller ID, and gives me a regretful look. “Can you wait a moment?”
When I nod, he takes the call, offering me a smile before his dark eyes trail down to the skin his mouth just recently explored. I sink into one of his visitor chairs, suddenly fatigued by the frustrated lust coursing through my veins.
Next to me, on the floor, there’s a vibration from where I dropped my bag when Matteo kissed me. I fish out my phone to find a text from an unknown number.
Ciao, bella, this is Fiero. How are you today?
I smile while simultaneously fighting off a wave of guilt. It doesn’t feel right to be kissing Matteo and then receiving messages from his brother. I’m not being deceptive, though, and I’m not cheating on either of them. This was their idea. In fact, Matteo must have been the one to give him my number.
Ciao, Fiero. I’m good. And you?
I miss you. Can I see you today?
While Matteo talks with the dean, taking notes on a pad, I chat with Fiero and make plans to meet him after my on-campus job.
Not for the first time, I wonder how this is all supposed to work. Should I mention to Fiero that I’m currently in his brother’s office? Do I tell Matteo I just made a date with his brother? It doesn’t take long to come to the conclusion that honesty is the best policy, so when Matteo’s call ends, I tell him about my plans.
His jaw betrays a tightness, but he doesn’t object. Instead, he pulls me into another embrace, so close that our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.
“Unfortunately, I have another class in a few minutes,” he says, “so I need to leave you soon, but I will give you something to remember me.”
What Else They Might Teach Me
If I’m expecting another gentlemanly kiss on my hand, I’ve underestimated Matteo. With both hands threaded through my hair to cup the back of my head, he angles my face just right and covers my mouth with his.
Heat rises from my stomach as if the butterflies partying in my belly have started a bonfire. I’m surprised that my legs still function to hold me upright as Matteo kisses me with all he’s got, a kiss that is everything, but also a promise of so much more.
Below his belt, his hardness presses into my softness, as his ravenous mouth claims mine. His teeth deliver a little bite to my bottom lip, giving me the sense that he’s barely able to control himself.
I’m gasping for breath when he finally releases me, dazed and dazzled, and in disbelief. Had I ever thought Matteo was mild-mannered? Outwardly, he still is, of course, but now I know there is so much more beneath his surface.
“Until I see you again, Daniela.” And then he delivers that romantic parting kiss to the back of my hand, the finishing touch on the most passionate moment I’ve ever experienced, despite the fact that both of us are still fully dressed.
Somehow I manage to pay attention to my work and get things done. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a minor miracle, because how is a girl supposed to function after being kissed like that?
Nowhere near recovered from Matteo’s kiss, my hormones are dealt another blow at the sight of Fiero waiting for me just off campus. It’s warmer today, so instead of a jacket, he’s wearing a gray blazer over faded jeans and a black t-shirt. It’s similar to the clothing Matteo wears, but has a completely different vibe on Fiero.