LOST INTO THE VINE (BWWM)

CHAPTER 12

'Convince me?!' what had she been thinking? She was drunk with whatever she was feeling for him, that attraction, like a moth drawn to a flame. She was bound to get burnt.

When Matteo asked to kiss her, she didn't answer nor nod, she didn't pull away either and he took it as a sign. He'd brushed his lips on the corner of her mouth, waiting for her to push him away. What he hadn't expected was for her to dart out her tongue and touch his lip with it. He immediately slammed his mouth over hers. The jolt of something he couldn't explain shook through him and he pulled her even closer, feeling her breasts on his chest. He bit back a groan and forced himself to calm down, he felt like a bull on heat. For the very first time, he was close to losing control with a woman.

His right hand explored her back, his fingertips moving up and down her spine, and finally cupped her head from the back, he tongued her lips, asking for entrance and she granted him access without hesitation. He felt her body grow rigid, even though she was still kissing him back. He bet she was feeling the same way he was and was trying hard to keep sane. With her hands deep in his hair, she ground onto him, her tongue fighting for dominance against his.

God, she tasted even better than he had fantasized. He groaned and tried to pull her even closer, they'd be one at this point. His left hand slid from her waist down to the hem of her shirt, tempted to yank it over her head. He was not exactly sane at the moment. He slipped his hand under her shirt and felt himself almost explode, she was so soft under his touch.

He wanted her naked. Now. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside her, she would have his scent after they were done. He nipped her bottom lip and kissed her again. He rested his head on hers, closing his eyes for a second, trying to get his mind in check.

She licked his bottom lip and he looked straight into her eyes, she saw how dark his eyes had become, like a predators'. Matching hers. The hand behind her head, moved, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb over her cheeks, and settling over her swollen lips, brushing from one end to another.

Still looking him in the eye, she darted out her tongue and lightly sucked on his thumb. He groaned, she was tempting him so damn much. He knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. But this wasn't the best time to fuck her brains out. He had come to check on her for God's sake.

He was sure he was going to have her. And when he did, he would be buried so deep inside her she would forget her name.

"I don't know what this is between us, but I know I want to be inside you. Are you willing to explore whatever this is between us, for the time that you are here?"

She was quiet. He was a bastard, he thought he would just say that and she would agree. Even after the memory of her late fiancé was fresh in her mind.

"Convince me," she thought for a moment.

"What?" for sure he hadn't heard that right.

"Convince me that what I feel between us is worth exploration," she looked him straight in the eye.

She was serious.

"Fine," he kissed her one more time and twisted, switched their positions, she was now below him and he liked this position very much. He watched her brown eyes watching him and smiled softly, "I didn't plan on kissing you when I walked through that door, but god, I wanted to taste these lips from the moment I met you and now I can't get enough." He brushed his lips on hers then on her forehead and left her to rest. And rest, she didn't, images of his ocean blues devouring her whole. And not to mention that stupid smile she had woken up with despite everything, she couldn't put it off, even as she walked down the stairs to have breakfast.