Those dark eyes of his widened as he took in her words, as though he could hardly dare to hope that she meant them.
Well, she did.
Only she got to decide how she felt. No one else was ever going to have a say in that again, she would never let anyone have that kind of power over her. She was twenty-eight years old, she’d wasted enough time as it was.
“I don’t deserve you, baby,” he murmured, his hold on her secure, his teeth nibbling at her bottom lip, making her the one who groaned this time. “But if you're offering yourself up to me as the most deliciously perfect treat, then I'm going to take you and devour you. Are you sure that’s what you want, little mouse? Are you sure you can handle that?”
“I'm sure that if I can't, and I tell you that I can't, you’ll stop. So yes,” she answered confidently. If she was reading her body wrong, she could change her mind, and Mateo would respect herwishes, because he respected her. “Take me. However you want, I'm yours.”
“Mine,” he said, a hint of wonder in his voice, and then he growled, the sound all male and territorial.
Before she could blink, Mateo yanked both her pants and his own out of the way, and she felt his tip teasing her entrance.
“You ready for me, baby? Are you wet and dripping, aching for me to fill you up?” he asked, his voice rumbling against her skin as he dotted kisses along the column of her neck.
“So ready,” she whispered, a needy moan falling from her lips as she tried to wriggle closer, to get him inside her. But Mateo held her still, his hands on her hips, both keeping her afloat and preventing her from sliding down his length. Ally knew from experience that he wouldn't give her what she wanted until he was good and ready.
“Hmm, maybe I’d better give you what you want then.”
With a single jerk of his hips, he slammed inside her. There was a sharp sting as her body stretched to accommodate his size, but it quickly morphed into the first tinglings of pleasure.
When she went to rock her hips, Mateo’s fingers dug into her skin. “Uh-uh, little mouse. You’ll come when I'm good and ready for you to come and not a second sooner,” he warned, as his lips drifted lower.
Through the borrowed T-shirt, she could see her nipples pebbled against the wet material that was plastered against her, partly from the cold and partly from arousal. Arousal won out when Mateo’s lips closed around one hard little bud and sucked.
Thrusting her chest forward, Ally begged without words for him to give her more. Because he was Mateo and really did only give her what she needed when he was ready to give it to her, he took his time. With excruciating slowness, Mateo’s grip on her hips kept her still, even though she could feel him filling her to perfection, as he suckled at her breasts, scraped his teeth alongthem, making her cry out, then sucked and licked and nipped his way back up the side of her neck.
His lips eventually lingered on her pulse point, and he lavished attention on it until she moaned and shook, the need to come so strong because it was what she decided she wanted that she had no choice but to beg.
“Please, Mateo, I need it.”
“Need what, baby?” he asked, even though they both knew he knew the answer to that question.
“More, I need more,” she pleaded.
Instead of getting the hard and fast she’d asked for, she got a single swirl of Mateo’s thumb against her bundle of nerves. “This what you need, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, her hips trying to move, seek him out, needing more stimulation. “That’s not enough, Mateo. Please. More. Give me more.”
Another brush of his thumb across her bud was all he gave her, and another lingering kiss to where her pulse fluttered wildly out of control.
“More,” she begged again.
Rewarded with another swipe of his thumb on the place that throbbed with need.
“More.”
Another light touch.
“More.”
A harder touch this time, Mateo’s control was slipping.
“More.”
A tweak this time of her bundle of nerves, and he jerked inside her again, pushing her closer toward the inevitable peak. But it wasn't enough. She needed more stimulation. Needed him to throw caution to the wind and take what he needed from her, giving her everything in return.
“More, now, I need to come.” Tears trickled down her cheeks, not tears of anger, or sadness, or fear, just born from pure, unadulterated desire.