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The clinking of the plates being removed from the table told me that Matteo was backing out of the dining room. Finally able to not appear as if I was having a seizure, I whipped my hair away from my face, cleared my throat, and turned to smile at him. “Yes, thank you, Matteo. The food was delicious,” I said.
“You’re welcome, madame.” Matteo smiled politely before he walked away. If he saw anything, he was being professional about it and man, was I grateful for that.
With Matteo’s back turned, I whispered to Jared, “You’re so… I,” I groaned and tossed the white folded fabric napkin toward his chest, unable to find the words as I scrunched up my nose and narrowed my eyes at him. He grinned.
“I’m gonna get you back for that.” I grinned back.
“Oh, I’m looking forward to that,” he said with a wink before getting up to cup my face in his hands and kiss me long and hard. He made a stop to wash his hands in the bathroom down the hall and headed into the kitchen.
Within a few minutes, Matteo was walking past me. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, miss,” he said with a bow before leaving.
“You too,” I said, smiling at him before looking up to see Jared standing in the opening between the dining room and kitchen. He leaned up against the wall and smiled at me. The kitchen light behind him cast something like a magical glow.
“I told him I’d clean up,” he said, nodding toward the kitchen, but I was already on my feet.
He watched me walk over to him, and his stare made my skin sizzle, burning through my dress. “Did I tell you how gorgeous you look tonight?” he asked.
My cheeks reddened as I moved even closer to him. “Did I tell you how sexyyoulook? You look so good, I suddenly have a craving for more dessert,” I said as one of my brows kicked up with a tease.
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling down at me as I stood less than a foot away.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding before reaching for the three bottom buttons and setting him free of his shirt. Licking my lips first, I dipped and kissed his Adonis belt, licking from his navel all the way up to his chest. He groaned, and I smirked to myself.
“Mm. Now I feel for ice cream,” I said, pulling away from him and walking toward the kitchen. “Do you have ice cream?”
The look on his face when he turned to look at me made me want to laugh aloud. “No, but I’ve got a popsicle you can suck on,” he said, biting his lip.
Twisting my lip, I pretended to think about it. “Hm, no. I feel for ice cream,” I said. “Do you mind?” I gestured.
He groaned and ran his hand across his short hair, waving it toward me. “No, go ahead,” he said as I pulled his freezer door open.
“You lied,” I said, pulling out a tub and reading it. “Ooh, butter pecan. Do you want some?”
He shook his head. “I forgot that was in there. Babe,” he groaned, walking toward me. “Do you really want ice cream,now?”
Suppressing a grin, I looked at him being pitiful and shirtless with a very evident hard-on that was too hard to hide in those silk-satin pants. It was far more desirable to me than butter pecan. But well, he had his moment with me in the dining room. And now, I would have mine.
“Yes,” I said, pulling a spoon from his drawer. His footsteps weren’t audible when he crossed the floor, but his breath upon my neck was. He pressed himself into me, and his bulge bore through my dress.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said before kissing my neck.
A tremor ran through me as I licked my lips and swallowed. “Yeah? And what’s that?” I asked, flipping the lid off and scooping up a spoonful.
His hands came up around my waist and cupped my breasts, rubbing them so well, I was tempted to spread my legs for him right there. “You’re teasing me,” he growled.
He kissed my neck again as he circled my nipples, and I almost dropped the ice cream. My chest heaved as I spun around and tried to be nonchalant.
“No,” I said, sucking on the spoon. “I just had a craving for ice cream.” The chill of it did nothing to temper the heat inside me.
“Well, I have a craving for you,” he countered, leaning forward to kiss my lips, but I intercepted, offering him a spoon of ice cream instead.
He grinned, groaned, and leaned into me so I could feel his hardness against my belly, wishing instead that it was pressed up against my clit. As he rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to take the ice cream on offer, I let it fall off the spoon onto his chest. The warmth of his skin caused it to slide along his belly and land on the waist of his pants.
“Oh no,” I said. “That’s perfectly good ice cream.”
Dipping my index finger in the dripping ice cream, I brought it to my mouth, sucking it off before dipping my finger again and raising it to his lips.
His brown eyes disappeared into the darkness and as his warm mouth closed over my finger, I melted. Licking my lips, I aggressively put the tub of ice cream aside, almost throwing it from me along with the spoon as I tipped on my toes to kiss his lips fast and hard before licking the trail the cream left behind. “Yes,” he moaned, running his fingers through my scalp.
