Nala took a deep shaky breath, holding on to the rail when the elevator doors closed, leaving her alone in the confined space with her thoughts. Matteo consumed her thoughts, his smell still lingering in her nostrils, her skin still tingled where he touched her. Nala closed her hand in a fist, closed her eyes tight, and took another needed deep breath. His small smile and his caress, when he fleeted his hand over her face and said she would always be the most woman he has ever seen. "Damn you, Matteo," she muttered with a sad smile.
She opened her eyes and looked up to the little monitor that showed the floor number she was on when the elevator dinged on the seventh floor and the doors slid open. A man and woman waiting for the elevator got in hand in hand and stood next to her. "Stop!" the woman whisper shouted the man, seemingly pulling his hand from her shirt. Nala stood up straight, quite alarmed. Then she watched the interaction of the two and realized the woman was just embarrassed by her man touching her, in her presence. She watched as he pulled his hand away from her and put it in his pocket. "What the- Aah!" she chose some flowery curse words, holding onto the man for her dear life, and her upper body bent. "You good there, darling?" the man smiled wide at his companion. Nala bit her lip to stop the grin from showing when the light bulb lit in her head. She wanted that. With Matteo. No one but him.
That realization hit her hard. And the elevator doors slid open, this time on the ground floor, opening to the reception area of the hotel. She second-guessed staying in the elevator and taking it back up, looking at the buttons. Shaking her head, she dragged her feet off the car. Sighing again, she pulled her phone to call an uber. Lighting up her screen, she smiled at the photo of Irina and herself. The receptionist on the desk noticed her and went to where she was, "miss, your uber will arrive shortly." Nala looked at the olive-skinned woman speaking to her, in confusion, her brows furrowed. The other woman smiled, "the gentleman you came with last night called down and directed me to call a car for you. Do you need me to cancel it?" Nala stood wordlessly, staring at the woman, and looked back towards the elevator, then shook her head, "No, thanks." The woman nodded and went back behind the desk.
A door smacked shut loud, having them turn to the direction, and Nala stood straight, her blood hot, her eyes wide. Matteo's eyes scanned the area until they focus on her. his hands on his knees, he took a deep breath, his head still turned towards her, "I almost missed you." "Teo...what's going on?" she asked, her heart beating a mile, a minute. He logged to where she was, pulled her into him, and embraced her tight, "I'm sorry, I can't." She tried pulling away from him, but he held to her, "I can't let you go, princess. Not again." "Matteo!" She called his name, her voice muffled by his broad chest. Sensing her discomfort, he pulled away, just a bit, his hands caressing her skin from her hands to her face and his palms held her face gently and positioned her to look up at him, even while he bent down slightly. "Nala, I love you. And I don't care if you still love your ex, or that I look like him. I love you and I know you can love me too, give me a chance to love you, and maybe you can learn to love me too."
Nala blinked fast, her eyes stinging with fresh tears. "Teo... I-" "You don't have to say anything right now, I'm just letting you know how I feel. And I'll show you every day that you let me, just how much you me-hmm!" His eyes widened in surprise when she smacked her hand over his mouth, "you've talked too much for the first time since I met you." His eyes softened and smiled down at her, his tongue darting out and licked her palm. Shrieking, she pulled her hand away and wiped it down on his shirt. Then looked back at him, her eyes serious, "Matteo Alvarez, I am stupidly, madly in love with you, with your ocean eyes and everything that makes you, you. I don't deserve you and i don't deserve Irina, or the love you both showered me with, but I want you either way. If you'll have me." Matteo blinked, looking at her, as if seeing her for the first time, "i fucking love you," he bent even lower and smashed his lips on hers. She wrapped her hands around him, kissing him back with the same fervor, stepping impossibly closer to him. Pulling away, he hugged her tight and dropped a kiss on the spot behind her ear.
"Umh... the uber has been waiting for almost ten," the receptionist winced, "should I have canceled?" Nala brought back into focus, shook her head, while Matteo lifted her chin, "you're coming back to the suite with me." And to the receptionist, he said, "let me go deal with that." Nala was left on shaky legs, she'd almost forgotten how consuming Matteo's kiss was. Who was she kidding, she'd forgotten anything. It just wasn't that consuming, it was a new fire was set ablaze, that burn even brighter and hotter than before. She raised her fingers to her mouth and traced her tingling lips. "Ah" she let out a short scream when Matteo swept her off her feet, stalking back into the elevator, like a man on a mission.
As soon as the elevator doors slid closed, he pounced, pushed her to the wall, and ravaged her mouth, his hands roaming everywhere. Groping her ass, he pulled her lower half into him, grinding his hard-on into her. "Did you bewitch me, princess?" he asked, kissing along her jaw. "You're all I've been able to think of. I fucking missed you." "How much?" she asked, with a kiss. "I'll show you how much!" He declared, lifting her, "wrap your legs around me!"
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LOST INTO THE VINE (BWWM)
RomanceA black travel blogger, Nala Mapenzi, goes to Spain. Meet wine maker/ex-marine Matteo Alvarez, who is also a single father to an amazing girl. With the undeniable connection between them, they decided to have a fling during her short trip. But what...
