but not shy.
‘They walk more with their hips,’ Matteo said and took a sip from his bottle as she crossed the room. ‘That’s better, but more slowly.’
‘Are you going to model for me?’ Abby checked, strutting her stuff.
‘Any time,’ Matteo agreed and she looked at his erection and that he was playing with himself and her lips pressed together, wondering if she could ever lie there and do the same with him.
God, it was hot.
‘Take off your bra.’
Even with double velvet her nipples were sticking out, and as she took off her bra he could see the spread of colour on her chest and that her stomach was taut with desire, and he could wait no more.
‘Get here.’
She nearly ran.
To him.
Matteo guided her so that she sat on his stomach and he poured the last of the brandy onto his hand and then rubbed it into her breasts.
‘The only way to drink brandy.’
She knelt over him as he made sure there was no brandy left on the left. Abby’s thighs were shaking, her neck was arched. One hand was on her hip as the other went straight for the kill. His hand slid past her exposed clitoris, leaving his thumb there while his fingers burrowed deep inside.
He changed breast.
She nearly lost her mind.
He just worked her as skilfully as she’d tune an engine. It hurt, the nicest hurt, and then he left her swollen, wet, slightly bruised breasts and his free hand started stroking himself again.
‘Matteo...’
‘I’m not going to.’
Abby’s head lowered, just to watch them. Who was this woman, in obscene panties and loving it?
‘Oh...’ She just moaned as his fingers and thumb seemed to meet in the middle of a wedge of intimate flesh. He stroked her deep on the inside; he exerted pressure on the outside till her stomach seemed to meet her spine.
And yet, she couldn’t—she let out a sob, borne of desire and frustration, and then felt as if she were choking, because everything in her tightened as Matteo started to come.
He had felt her tip—thank God, he thought, because it was past the point of no return, but he had never enjoyed himself more in the bedroom. Or anywhere else come to that.
Abby closed her eyes, regretting that she had no choice but to, because the feel of him hot and pulsing against her was surely a sight to be seen as everything that had been missing spasmed.
Then she opened her eyes to the lovely sight of him pulling out the last of his come and then stroking it into her and she sank down on him rather than pull back. The intense feelings were better shared and then Abby sat back on her thighs and tried to drag in air.
Half an hour ago, she had glimpsed what it might be like.
Now she knew.
‘What does it feel like,’ Matteo asked, remembering the power of his own first come.
‘Better than sex,’ Abby said as he pulled her down, but to the side of him.
He knew how to do her right.
MATTEO WOKE FIRST.
They hadn’t had much sleep.
The fashion show had continued until the early hours and they had pretty much done everything but make love.
Sex.
It felt like more than sex, even if they hadn’t.
Whatever they had done, and they had done plenty, it had been amazing for both—oral sex had never tasted so good and Abby had just spent the last half hour before dawn, on her back, with Matteo’s fingers over hers and, yes, she would sleep easily at night now.
But Abby wanted more than a part-time lover as her first and he respected that.
Matteo didn’t like it but, yes, given that she had waited so long, he understood that she might want a little more than the occasional phone call, or the promise of more when he arrived in Monte Carlo.
The easiest thing now would be to turn off the alarm, cancel the jet, kiss her awake and let her team start to work on dismantling the car, as he set to work on the walls that came between them.
Yet he lay there, staring up at the ceiling and remembering the promise he had made a very long time ago.
Oh, Matteo loved a gamble but as he looked over to where she was waking he knew that the stakes were too high.
He wasn’t going to risk hurting an already damaged heart.
‘You have to go?’ Abby said.
She had woken to the pensive air and guessed he was wondering how to politely kiss and leave.
‘I do,’ Matteo said. ‘And you’ve got a car to dismantle.’
Abby lay listening to Matteo in the shower and she knew she’d been right to hold back.
She didn’t regret what had happened, but it did change things irrevocably.
There was an unfamiliar hollow feeling inside her because what had taken place last night felt very different this morning. There was little closeness now as Matteo came into the bedroom and quickly dressed.
‘If you need anything for Monte Carlo...’
‘We’re pretty much sorted,’ she said.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘Well, if Pedro wants...’
‘He’s going to Rome with Bernadette for a few days,’ Abby interrupted. ‘The team will all be together again five days before the race.’
‘I might not be able to get there until the day or so before.’
‘Or an hour or so before,’ Abby said.
‘I didn’t say that.’
‘You didn’t have to.’
‘I’ll just see what happens with work.’
It was a horrible end to a blissful night. He went to kiss her but she just turned her face away and, in truth, he was relieved she did.
He simply couldn’t go through the motions with Abby, even in that.
Matteo was glad she’d insisted on no sex last night. He’d promised to sleep with her, no strings attached.
