Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
With Mateo sitting close to me and knowing he’d seen me naked, not just last night but before, my body hummed for more. This had to be the most inappropriate time to be aroused by a man. Hungover, having thrown up all over him.
“I’m sorry we woke you,” I said.
“Sian, it’s no big deal.” He placed a hand across my legs. His palm rested on the blanket, but I wanted him to touch me.
Staring into his eyes, I couldn’t resist my gaze falling to his lips, and the sudden urge to kiss him was so strong. I put a hand to his cheek and was about to do that, so close, nearly touching, when I remembered. I threw up last night and there was a horrible taste in my mouth.
Putting the glass down on the coaster beside the bed, I pressed a single finger to his lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I scrambled out of the bed, rushing toward the bathroom. I searched for a spare toothbrush. I’d noticed in all of their rooms there was always an abundance of clean toothbrushes. I was guessing they saw tooth decay as a real problem. Not that I’d call going to the dentist a picnic.
After quickly brushing my teeth, I splashed cold water on my face and grabbed the brush, running it through my now shortened strands. It had grown a little since someone hacked it off, but not by much.
I wrinkled my nose at the odd ends. Maybe it was time to get it neatened out. To have some life back into it.
For some reason, it felt like Heather approved. I didn’t know if it was because I wanted to think that, or if it was true, but this feeling came over me. It was time to start living. Not just for myself, but for Heather as well.
More importantly, I wanted to live.
With my hair brushed, face fresh, and mouth no longer tasting like stale vomit, I entered the room.
The urge to cover my body was so strong, but I kept my hands at my sides, refusing to hide. Mateo didn’t stare at me in disgust. I saw the heat in his gaze. The guys didn’t have a problem with my fuller body, and to be honest, I loved my curves. It was another part of what Drew tried to instill in me.
My body was my own and I was the one who got to make the choices for me. No one else. To me, this felt entirely powerful.
I loved it.
Walking toward Mateo, I reached down and cupped his cheeks. “Thank you.” Pressing my lips against his, I felt his hands on my waist.
“You don’t need to thank me, Sian. It’s a pleasure doing anything for you.”
“How about I’m kissing you because I want to? Not for payment of services.”
“I will forever be at your service,” he said.
Sinking my fingers into his hair, I kissed him a little harder, and one of Mateo’s hands moved down to cup my ass, squeezing the cheek.
I moaned his name, not wanting to let him go as he held me. I slid down the hand not in his hair, going toward his dick. I felt how hard he was, and I liked it.
I gave him another squeeze, and this time, a moan escaped from his lips.
“Fuck, Sian, you make me want to do a lot of bad things,” he said.
“Then do them,” I said.
“You’re hungover.”
“Not for long.” The pills were already starting to ease my headache. “I want you, Mateo. Do you want me?”
“Fuck, yes,” he said, standing up. He squashed our bodies together with my hand still on his dick. “You feel how much I want you. It’s not going to stop.”
“Then take me, Mateo. I’m yours to be taken.”
He released a growl and within seconds, I was on the bed, my bra and panties on the floor.
Both of his hands went to my tits first, pushing them together, stroking my nipples with his thumbs as he also nipped at each one. I cried out at the pain from his bites, but he knew what he was doing, and that sharp burst of pain soon lessened as he soothed the flesh with his tongue. When he took my nipples into his mouth, one at a time, I felt an answering pull between my thighs. I tried to close them to create some friction, but his body kept them open.
“I’ve got to taste you,” Mateo said. “It has been too long.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him as his lips trailed down toward my aching sex. I wanted to come. No, needed it, craved it, whatever was strong enough to replicate this feeling building deep within my core.
It was a desperation, and as his tongue danced across my wet flesh, I knew I’d died and gone to heaven. No tongue should be that amazing. I moaned his name, not wanting him to stop.