The next time I blink them open, it’s dark.
“Matteo?”
“Shhh, baby. I’m right here.”
My mind spins immediately, everything that happened earlier coming back in a flash.
“Did Zeno find something?”
“Not really, which says a lot since he’s one of the best trackers I know. Whoever did this knew what he was doing and didn’t leave a trace.”
“I see.”
“We’ll try our best to catch the bastard who did this. If anyone can find him, it’s Zeno.”
I close my eyes, wanting to forget what happened so badly.
“What . . . what happened to it?” The words are hard to get out, but for some reason, I need to know.
“Zeno buried it behind the house.”
That reply surprises me enough that I turn around and face him. “He did?”
“Yeah. Zeno is a good guy.”
At that, I snort. “Sure. If by good guy you mean serial killer.”
Matteo chuckles. “I’ll let him know you said that. You’ll probably make his year with that comment.”
I relish the sound then ask, “Is that good or bad?”
“Definitely good for him. I know he can be a little intense sometimes, but I promise, he really is a good guy. Saved my ass plenty of times over the years.”
“I’ll file that information away for later.” I rub my forehead. “Will you tell him thanks, please? It was a very nice thing to do.”
“Sure.”
Matteo’s hand comes up to my face, his fingers brushing over the side of it. It’s a kind and even loving gesture, one that suddenly sets off sparks in my body. What happened earlier was absolutely terrible, but even knowing someone was out there doing it, I never felt unsafe . . . because Matteo was there.
At the first sign of danger, he got me out of there.
He put me first.
Something flutters in my stomach and spreads to my chest.
His thumb moves over my lips, and that feeling extends downward, turning into an aching need for this man.
I slide closer to him and press my lips to his. This isn’t the first time I initiated contact, and a little thrill runs through my body when it still feels the same as before—bold, powerful, and arousing. My thoughts go back to the moment he made me come so hard in the shed, after teaching me how to shoot. Was that really less than twenty-four hours ago?
My body craves him.Icrave him.
I nip at his lip, eliciting a deep rumble from his throat, right before he presses me on my back and covers my body with his.
He’s hard, pushing against the material of my robe. It’s not enough. I need more of him, more of us. I want to lose myself in him completely, letting him erase all the bad memories, until all that’s left is this burning fire between us.
Reaching amidst our bodies, I brush my hand alongside his cock once, twice, before untying my robe. I shove it aside, opening myself up to him, offering myself to him on my terms. The towel on my head comes off next, my wet strands billowing out around me.
“Fuck, baby.” Matteo rocks against me, devouring my lips.