Chapter Twenty One
Valentina.
I should stop him.
We hadn't resolved all our issues yet, and kissing - or more - would complicate things even more.
I should stop him.
But I didn't.
Instead, I threaded my fingers through his hair and succumbed to the assault of my senses.
The firm grip on the back of my neck. The expert pressure of his lips. The way Matteo's body body molded into mine, all hard and hot.
His mouth hovered over mine, the heat of his breath sending a shive...