Dirty Talk

DEIRDRE

DAY FOUR

I jerked awake with a start.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt a sudden chill between my legs, followed by a gentle caress of my clit, making me inhale sharply.

Opening my eyes slowly, I found Matteo's face hovering over mine, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Morning, baby," he said, leaning in for a kiss on my lips.

However, I turned my head to the side, and his lips brushed against the corner of mine instead.

"Why?" he asked.

I clasped a hand over my mouth, muttering, "Morning breath."

"Does it matter?" he whispered, his hot, minty breath teasing my skin and nose.

"It does," I replied, nudging him off me.

I climbed down from the bed, gripping the headboard as my knees buckled.

Sitting on the bed for a moment, I breathed out before standing up again.

However, the same feeling persisted—buckling knees now accompanied by a woozy sensation.

Matteo stood from where he sat, coming toward me. He lifted me off the ground, his strong arms supporting my legs and waist.

"I