Played: Scandalous Moves Series

by Staley, Deborah Grace

  “Matteo,” he said, his lips brushed hers as he spoke.

  “Matteo,” she repeated, continuing the motion. She nipped his lower lip then touched the spot with her tongue. His arm tightened around her, and he made a low sound deep in his throat.

  “Temptress.”

  She bumped noses with him. “Kiss or talk?” she said softly.

  “Talk. When I kiss you the way you should be kissed, I do not want an audience,” he said.

  “Oh,” she breathed, imagining a private, intimate encounter with him. Desire shimmered across her skin and settled in her long-neglected good parts.

  “Yes,” he said like he’d read her mind. They moved to the soft music a moment more, and then he asked, “How is it such a lovely woman eats alone by the ocean?”

  “She’s on a business trip. I should be working in my room instead of dancing with a stranger.”

  Matteo chuckled. “I remind you, we are no longer strangers. We have exchanged names, and I am holding you in my arms.” He paused, a rakish smile on his lips. “And you’ve tasted me.”

  “True,” Jaye agreed, smiling as well.

  “It is a beautiful night, too beautiful to be wasted on work.”

  She tucked her head into his neck and closed her eyes. She couldn’t disagree.

  “You often work long hours?”

  “Work has consumed me for some time,” she admitted.

  “A pity, but fortunate for me you chose tonight to forget about your work for a time,” he took her hand and led her to the edge of the patio. “Come, let’s feel the water and wet sand beneath our feet.”

  Jaye hesitated. They stopped moving, and Jaye looked up at Matteo.

  As if sensing her instinct to retreat, he said, “Don’t go. Not yet.” He tipped her head up and lowered his face to hers. She should have stepped back before he kissed her and completely rocked her world, but she didn’t. She didn’t because she needed his lips on hers like she needed her next breath.

  “Walk down to the water with me.” He gave her soft butterfly kisses, eyes open and watching her carefully. She swayed towards him, and he took her hand, leading her off the patio and onto the beach. Jaye stopped. “My purse.” They detoured to her table, retrieved her bag, and then walked down to the beach. Jaye stumbled in her high heels and bent to slip them off. When they reached the water, Matteo gathered her close, anchoring her for a kiss. His lips caressed hers, but he didn’t take it deeper. His hands moving on her back seemed to have the intent to soothe. It felt like he wanted to give her time to get used to him kissing her. She got it, but she wanted more. Jaye hadn’t been kissed in a very, very long time, and she wanted it passionate and unrestrained.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said, holding back, frustrating her.

  “If you don’t know, I’m not doing something right.” And just like that, her insecurities kicked into overdrive.

  “Tell me,” he insisted.

  The hell she would. Staring into his mesmerizing eyes, Jaye cupped the back of his head and bit his lower lip. His eyes widened. When she touched her tongue to the spot then licked her lips, he zeroed in on her mouth.

  She got bolder and kissed him. He had full, soft lips, but she needed to taste him, so she swept her tongue into his mouth. Matteo didn’t stop her, but he wasn’t kissing her back. She tugged on his lower lip, then the upper. He stared at her, heat in his eyes, but he didn’t move. Just stared at her.

  Embarrassed now, she took a step back and turned to walk away, but he caught her arms and stepped into her. “Wait.”

  “But—”

  “I want to kiss you—need to kiss you, but I would like you to say what you want. What you need.”

  “I showed you.”

  “Tell me,” he said against her lips, teasing her with what he knew she wanted.

  “Why?”

  He touched her face almost reverently. “Because I need to know that you are sure of what you want.”

  She framed his face with her hands. “I’m sure. Kiss me, Matteo.”

  He bent then lifted her so that her toes barely touched the sand. She dropped her shoes and held on as he tasted her, moving his tongue in and out of her mouth, circling her tongue, making her moan. After several moments of kissing her breathless, he trailed his mouth to her neck. He pressed his tongue to the pounding pulse he found there then nipped at her skin and sucked on the spot. The feeling went straight to Jaye’s core. Everything inside her clinched tight. She arched her back, her hips seeking his. He moved his hands to her butt and squeezed.

  “Matteo, please.”

  “Not here,” he said against her ear.

  “We’re alone.”

  “For now.” He kissed her again, this kiss hard and fast. “Come,” he said, and took her hand, leading her further down the beach, away from the hotel.

  3

  Jaye forgot all the reasons she should be going back to her room. Matteo’s kiss had shattered her composure, and all she wanted was more. They moved quickly, and he soon turned up a path that led to a small bungalow’s patio. Tall palm trees and low flowering bushes provided privacy. Soft light spilled out of the windows. Matteo opened a French door.

  “Welcome.”

  Jaye walked in and took in the space. A small couch and recliner made up the sitting area. A round table that seated two separated the lounge from the small kitchen. A doorway to the right revealed a bed beyond.

  Jaye set her purse on a table and turned to Matteo, who watched her closely. He took a step forward. “Would you like a glass of wine?” Jaye leaned against the back of the couch and enjoyed the view as he approached. She liked how he moved.

  “Jade?”

  “Hmm?” She let her gaze slide down his long, hard body and took her time on the return trip to his handsome face. Latin men had always been her weakness—a hazard in her business.

  “You like what you see?” he stood close enough for her to feel his heat, inhale his scent.

  “Very much.” She reached out and touched a button on his shirt. “I’d like to see more.” She undid one button, and then another, and another, until the shirt was open. With both hands on his abs, she pushed open the edges. A long, tanned torso, well-defined pecs, smooth, except for a love trail that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

  She should be used to seeing big, built men. She was around them all day, every day, but knowing she could touch this man, hold him, and maybe more, made her crazy. She leaned in and put her mouth on him as she slowly pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He tasted good—felt so good.

  He put a hand in her hair and used the other to bunch her skirt and drag it up until he could feel her skin as well. He brushed her hair back and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Jaye tilted her head to the side.

  He lifted her onto the back of the couch and stepped between her legs. Jaye rested her arms on his shoulders and tangled her legs with his. She touched her lips to his chin. The dark shadow of whiskers pleasurably abraded her sensitive lips. She retreated, then slid her cheek across his, tipping her head to the side, silently inviting him to kiss her.

  “Siren,” he whispered.

  “Kiss me.”

  He moved his hand to the bare skin of her back, exposed by the halter-style of her dress. When he reached her waist, he traced the zipper at her back with his fingertips then lowered it.

  Still. Not. Kissing. Her. Even though his lips remained close to hers.

  “Tease,” she accused.

  “Patience,” he countered, as he toyed with the tie at her neck. “Waiting makes the pleasure much more—” He opened his mouth on her neck as he slowly untied her dress. “Intense.”

  Jaye arched, her nipples needing to feel his chest, and guided him into the juncture of her thighs, pressing his erection against her. Unable to stop herself, she wiggled against him. “Mmm . . .”

  “I can see you are going to be a challenge.” Matteo closed his eyes. A muscle ticked in his tight jaw.

  Jaye l
et out a husky laugh as she explored his deliciously bare chest. “I’m in your home, my legs wrapped around you with my dress undone, and you see that as a challenge?”

  “I prefer to take my time,” he countered. “To worship you as you deserve.” He leaned back and with a finger, slowly eased half her bodice away, dragging the silky material across her hardened nipple. When he’d exposed one breast, trailed his fingers from her collarbone down over her nipple to her ribs and lower, pulling her dress down to her hips. Then he took his time looking at her.

  Her breath hung in her throat. “You’re killing me,” she admitted. Matteo backed up, easing her off the couch, watching as her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but white lace panties. “You’re overdressed,” she pointed out, looking at his pants. Jaye walked slowly towards him. His eyes darkened to turquoise as he watched her. When she got close enough, she grabbed the end of his leather belt and unbuckled it. She tugged until she held the end in her hand. With a wicked smile, she snapped her wrist and the belt made a cracking sound against the tile floor.

  “If you intend to use that on me, expect the same in return.”

  “Hmm . . .” She dropped the belt and unbuttoned his pants. “That will depend on how long you make me wait,” she said, and lowered his zipper, making sure to drag her fingers down his erection.

  As she slid her hands to his hips, pushing his pants down at the same time, he said, “You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had.” He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He stood before her, literally spilling out of a pair of dark boxer briefs.

  “I could say the same thing,” she returned, but the truth was, he was better than her fantasies.

  He leaned down and kissed her. Finally—just a brush of his lips across hers that ended as quickly as it began. He cut off her protest with another frustratingly quick kiss, and then another longer one, but still, he held back, exploring only her lips.

  Jaye did everything she could think of to entice him to go deeper, but he continued to take his time. He moved his hands to her butt, hands so big they covered a lot of territory. He squeezed and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to his bedroom. He’d stopped kissing her, and now just stared into her eyes, his look so open and direct, she felt like he could see into her soul. If he looked too closely, he’d see her for a fraud. She’d never been picked up by a stranger in a bar, had never had a one-night stand, didn’t know how to convince him she was experienced. Her number of partners comprised a very short list, and for a lot of years, there’d been no one. Until now.

  Matteo set her on the bed, then said, “Don’t move.” He disappeared into the bathroom then came out with a fluffy white hand towel. He knelt in front of her, lifted her foot, and wiped off the sand. He kissed her ankle and worked his way up to her knee, then went higher. With each kiss, he maintained eye contact. His mouth was magic, but the look in his eyes killed her. That look could make a susceptible woman like her believe he’d never loved anyone the way he was going to make love to her.

  “Matteo,” she sighed. His smile promised her things she’d never even imagined. He grasped her other foot and repeated the process. This time when his lips reached her upper thigh, he eased her legs open wider and pressed his lips to her hip, so close . . . Jaye moaned and leaned back on the bed. Her lace panties were no barrier to his mouth. He tasted her wetness, and then he moaned. He edged the material aside and proceeded to painstakingly make her lose her mind.

  He tongued, sucked, and nipped her into a writhing, moaning mess. When he knew she couldn’t take another second, he said something in Spanish and pulled her clit hard into his mouth, slid a finger into her and then another, and she exploded. He licked and stroked her as she rode out the waves of pleasure. When she finally opened her eyes, her leg was draped over his shoulder and he was stroking her thigh looking almost as satisfied as she felt.

  He hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them off her, stood and took off his briefs, and then crawled onto the bed with her. This time when he kissed her, he didn’t hold back. And holy crap, could the man kiss. Jaye held onto him as she felt the knot inside her tighten again. The taste of herself on his lips was incredibly intimate.

  He dragged a calloused thumb across her nipple, circled and pinched it. His mouth left hers and moved down her neck, over her collarbone, to the breast he’d just made ultra-sensitive. When his mouth closed over her nipple, she arched off the bed and tangled her legs with his. He circled her nipple with his tongue, sucked it hard into his mouth, and slowly dragged his teeth over her. Jaye grabbed the comforter with both hands, her breathing labored.

  She looked up at Matteo. He propped himself up on an arm and stared down at her as he touched one breast, then the other, and trailed his fingertips to her belly. He licked her belly button while his fingers traced circles below it. For a second, Jaye was embarrassed because her abs weren’t as flat as his. But then he moved his hand down to the juncture of her thighs and she could only feel. Her body thrummed. She’d never responded this way to a man’s touch—or maybe it had been so long she couldn’t remember. She felt wonderfully feminine and sensual.

  Jaye took him in her hand. Matteo closed his eyes, and she saw pure pleasure wash over his features. That made her bold. Jaye pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. She laced her fingers with his and brought them up over his head and kissed him because she had to—couldn’t get enough of kissing him—but there was so much more of him to explore. She bit her lower lip, not sure where to start.

  “You’re killing me, hermosa.”

  She just smiled and touched her lips to his collarbone, her hands on his biceps, keeping his hands above his head. A chain twinkled at his throat, but she couldn’t see what it held because the medallion had slid behind his neck. She moved down his smooth breastbone. “So sexy,” she said, then licked his nipple.

  “Mi Dios.”

  “Mmm . . .”

  His legs moved restlessly as her mouth continued down his abs. She traced each ridge with her tongue, loving the feel of him hard between her breasts. Next, she dipped her tongue into his navel, her hand tracing circles below it as he’d done to her.

  “Witch,” he said, his hand tangled in her hair now. Jaye looked up at him. He’d propped a hand behind his head.

  “I should have tied your hands,” she said.

  “Next time,” he suggested.

  Good Lord, he was going to kill her. She ran a nail down the length of his erection, imagining it inside her, all of it.

  He rolled and reversed their positions, this time her hands trapped in his above her head. “I want you,” she panted. “Now.”

  He opened a drawer in his beside table and got a condom. Watching him tear it open with his teeth and putting it on had her edgy with anticipation. She was weak with wanting him. She touched the chain and medallion that rested low on his chest as he slid his tip over her clit and then lower. He lifted her hips, biceps bulging, as he slid into her. He didn’t go in nearly far enough before he pulled out. “No,” she said, but he’d already pushed back in, further this time, and Jaye moaned her pleasure.

  “You’re so tight, mi amor.” Matteo closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the feel of her. Each time he eased out, he slid back in further, filling her so deliciously.

  This time when he entered her, Jaye lifted her hips, taking him in deeper. “You won’t hurt me.”

  His eyes widened and he pushed all the way in and stopped. He felt so good. Jaye rotated her hips. Matteo pulled her leg up and began moving in long, deep strokes. She arched her back so her sensitized breasts brushed his chest with each motion. With her hands on his shoulders, she anchored her feet on the bed and moved on him. Matteo put a hand on her back and kissed her, wordlessly getting her to slow the rhythm by setting a different tempo with his tongue. They synced, and Jaye focused on the sensation of being loved. Matteo made her feel so safe and comfortable in her own skin—something she had never ex
perienced. In her work, she always felt out of place, like she didn’t belong. But here, in this moment, she felt perfectly, unapologetically female.

  The intensity built and when she came this time, Matteo held her tight as she came apart. The sound of Spanish endearments softly fell around them as he joined her in the release. Some time later, as their bodies relaxed, he arranged the comforter around them. Jaye fell asleep, sated and content, held securely in Matteo’s strong arms.

  4

  As the gray light of dawn colored the room, Jaye looked at the man sprawled out on the bed beside her. He lay on his stomach, face turned towards her, one long arm stretched across her waist. Long black lashes shadowed his cheekbones. He shifted in his sleep and cupped her breast. A grin pulled up the corner of his mouth. It seemed impossible after their long night of lovemaking that she could want him again so soon, but desire flooded her.

  She moved, trying to relieve the tension in her body. A soreness between her legs brought back more erotic memories. She’d set a record for orgasms. Even now, wanting him again, a pleasant glow suffused her body. It had been all those things women fantasized about—perfect, magical, scorching hot.

  But now, she had to get out of here before he woke. And she needed to do it without waking him. Sinking into the mattress, she slowly eased away from him. He mumbled something in his sleep, then turned, shoving the hand that had been on her breast under his pillow.

  Jaye did her best imitation of levitating off the bed, not moving the mattress at all, and then tiptoed into the bathroom where she took care of business. The woman who stared back at her from the mirror looked like a stranger. Pink, kiss swollen lips, wild bed hair, red nipples, and bite marks low on her abdomen, the tops of her thighs, and shit, on her neck! “Jesus,” she whispered, tilting her head and leaning closer to the mirror. “Shit!”