Chapter 13
Matteo tasted better than chocolate. Better than dessert. Better than any other man she’d ever kissed.
Pinned against the settee in a room she hadn’t seen before, boneless, and breathless, she couldn’t get enough. As they straightened their rumpled clothes, Matteo leaned forward to kiss her again.
Her lips and body buzzed for more, but something else broke the bubble they were in. Just as his lips were about to meet hers, she opened her eyes and pulled back. “Wait. The music stopped.”
He straightened. This must mean the royal family had decided to leave. They needed to go be the perfect hosts. Her pulse skipped and her fingers shook. How could she have forgotten?
Matteo tugged on his pants over his semi-hardness. He tucked his shirt in. “I’ll go and make sure our guests are
