Chapter 191
Aria’s POV
I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping the note until Matteo’s voice cut through the quiet.
“You okay?”
I flinched a little and quickly crumpled the paper in my fist, sliding it behind my back like I was hiding candy from a strict teacher. I turned and looked at him. He was standing a few feet away, shirtless, his dark hair still wet from the shower, his eyes on me like he was trying to read my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I said too fast. “Just… sitting.”
Matteo walked over, his steps slow, calm. He crouched in front of me, reached out, and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You sure?”
I nodded and smiled, small and fake. “The ocean’s just really pretty. I got lost in it.”
He studied me for a second, like he knew I was full of it but didn’t want to push/Then he smiled, the real kind, the kind that made my stomach twist a little.
“You do that,” he murmured. “Get lost.”
I didn’t answer. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his cheek. Matteo stood and sat beside me, his arm sliding around my waist, pulling me close. His hand settled on my thigh. His fingers moved slowly, dragging tiny circles against my skin.
“You know,” he said, voice low, “you being here with us… it doesn’t just feel good. It feels right.”
I turned my head toward him. “You always talk like that?”
“Only when I mean it.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. He turned his head and caught my lips with his. The kiss started soft. His lips moved against mine slowly, like he wanted to savor it. Then I shifted closer, my hand sliding up his chest, and the kiss deepened. His tongue brushed against mine, warm and smooth, and I opened my mouth for him without thinking.
His hand moved under my shirt, fingers grazing my bare skin. I gasped into the kiss and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His grip on my waist tightened. Our bodies pressed together, chest to chest, heat building fast. I rocked my hips slightly and felt him hard against me. Matteo let out a low groan and kissed me harder.
His hands roamed my back, my thighs, squeezing, touching, claiming every inch of me like he couldn’t get enough. I moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his hair. My body felt hot all over, buzzing and sensitive.
His lips crashed against mine again, harder this time, and I let out a small breath that turned into a low moan when his hand slid under my shirt and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I was straddling him now, both knees planted beside him,my fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. He kissed me like he was starved, like he had been waiting all day to taste me. “God, I missed this mouth,” he muttered between kisses, his voice rough, breath hot against my skin. “You kiss me like you own me,” I mumbled back, and he smirked against my lips. “That’s because I do.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t stop kissing him. His hands moved slowly, one gripping the back of my thigh, the other sliding up my back underneath my shirt. My hips pressed against his lap and I felt him hard against me. “Matteo,” I whispered, biting his bottom lip gently before kissing him again. “You’re getting worked up like we don’t have a whole house full of people around.” He chuckled low in his throat, squeezing my waist. “Keep sitting on me like this and tell me how I’m supposed to stay calm.” I laughed and shoved him lightly, but I didn’t move. We kept kissing, slow and messy, hands everywhere, breathing heavy, until I finally leaned back and said, “You’re such a problem.” He kissed my neck once and replied, “You started it.”
I could feel his hard member pressing against me.
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Chapter 191
I pulled back, breathless, lips swollen, and looked him right in the eye.
“Damn,” I said, panting a little. “You get riled up so fast. We’re barely even halfway naked.”
Matteo let out a laugh, his eyes dark with lust. “You talk too much.”
“Maybe.”
Then he suddenly dug his fingers into my sides, tickling me.
“Matteo,” I shrieked, twisting in his lap. “Stop!”
“Say you’re sorry.”
“Never.”
He kept going, and I squirmed and laughed, trying to grab his hands. My body was still pulsing from the kiss, but now I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
I shoved off his lap and bolted. “You’re dead!”
Matteo jumped up and chased after me. I ran barefoot up the beach toward the villa, sand kicking behind me. My legs were weak from laughing and kissing and being so turned on I could barely think, but I didn’t stop.
He caught up quick, of course. I reached the door first and yanked it open. The inside of the house was cool. My feet hit the tiles and I kept running, heading for the hallway.
And then I smacked into something solid.
No.
Someone.
My forehead hit a warm chest. My hands hit abs. I stumbled back and looked up, eyes wide.
Enzo.
He was shirtless, holding a wine glass, and staring at me like I had just fallen from the ceiling.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Sorry.”
He blinked, then slowly raised one brow. “What the hell are you doing?”
I turned red instantly. Matteo came running in right behind me, breathing hard.
Enzo looked between us.
For a second I just stood there blinking up at him like an idiot. My chest was rising and falling way too fast and my lips were still swollen from the kiss which did not help the situation at all. Enzo looked me up and down, his eyes landing on my messy hair, my flushed face, the way my shirt was clinging to my skin and how I was clearly not wearing a bra. His mouth twitched slightly like he was trying really hard not to smirk. I opened my mouth to say something normal, something smart, something that didn’t scream I just climbed Matteo like a tree ten seconds ago, but nothing came out. I just made this weird squeaky sound and rubbed the back of my neck like that would erase the awkward. He tilted his head and said slowly, “Running laps around the villa now?” and I wanted to drop dead on the spot. Before I could answer, Matteo finally walked in behind me, panting slightly, his eyes locked on Enzo like he was ready to throw hands if he said the wrong thing. Great. Now it was awkward
