Page 20 of Dreaming Dante


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I freeze. Evidently, the robe didn’t work the way I hoped it would. He looks away, a muscle moving in his jaw, and then flicks off the tv and is up on his feet in one graceful motion.

Run!cries the part of my mind that feels like prey. But I can’t. The rest of me doesn’t care at all that his big, gorgeous body is stalking across the floor towardme.

He comes to a halt when we’re barely an inch apart. My brain isn’t working any better than the rest of me, so I stay silent. Dante, though, he has words ready.

“I’d say I should have given you some sweats to put on, instead of my robe. But I don’t think there’s anything you could wear that would stop me from wanting to fuckyou.”

All my chaste good intentions vanish in a wave of heat, and my brain and body gleefully join forces to gang up on my will. You deserve this. One night with a good, sexy man. Something you can remember on cold nights if you have to run again.

I will never be a nun, because it takes approximately half a second for them to convince me. Closing the gap between us, I press against him, hands on his chest.

Dante doesn’t ask if I’m sure. He picks me up by my ass, and my legs wrap around him, and then our mouths fuse together.

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