Matteo POV
Kissing Elizabeth was not something he’d planned on happening—especially after the disaster during dinner. But when she’d said that no one had helped her with an o****m in a while, something within him snapped. A restraint that had been holding him back.
The kiss—it was hot and desperate. He’d been staring at her red-painted lips all night, wondering what they would taste like. And now he knew. It was a mix between strawberry and wine—and something else—that taste that was just all her.
He closed his eyes as he lay in bed, imagining for the umpteenth time what it would have been like if she’d taken him up on his offer to come to his room. The way he would have worshiped her body—letting his fingertips sink into every inch of her delicious skin. His lips kissing her all over—
