Mateo lets out a husky laugh, low in his throat, before yanking his shirt over his head in one quick motion. My breath catches as the fabric hits the floor. I can't help myself, my hands immediately trace over the ridges of his abs, firm and warm beneath my fingertips. He leans down and nips at my bottom lip, tugging it gently before releasing it, and the sound that escapes me is embarrassingly needy.
That only makes him grin wider. His hand tightens around my throat, not too hard, but firm enough to make my pulse jump. He leans close, his voice a dark whisper against my ear. "I love it when you moan for me, baby. Can't wait to hear the sounds you'll make when I'm inside you."
