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He tastesas good as he smells. I make eager little sounds against his lips, my fingers tunneling into all that thick, dark hair. Dante licks into my mouth and I suck on his tongue.
With a soft growl, he carries me into the bedroom, still kissing me. It’s a big room, I can see that much, but most of my attention is caught by the enormous bed. Dante lowers me to it, coming down on top of me, and the first hint of his body pressing against mine drives memad.
“Clothes. Off.” I yank at his t-shirt, but he does not cooperate with my efforts to remove it. Instead, he pins my arms above my head, where one big hand bracelets both my wrists.
I struggle, but he holds me easily, kissing along the line of my jaw and beyond it, while his free hand tugs the robe aside and cups one breast. His tongue touches the sensitive spot behind my ear at the same instant that his thumb flicks across my nipple, and I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted.
“Dante,” I hiss, trying for quiet so we don’t wake Sophie.
“Mmm?” He’s nuzzling his way down my neck now. His non-verbal response hums against my skin, sending another burst of sensation surging through my nervous system.
“Hurry.” I can’t wait any longer to have him insideme.
He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh where my neck and shoulder meet, and I gasp. It takes all my self-control not to cry out as pleasure, amplified by a hint of pain, swamps me. When he releases me, it’s to kiss the spot where he’s marked me, tenderly, and say, “Nope.”
“Dante!”Until this moment, I did not know it was possible to scream under one’s breath.
He lifts his head, his dark eyes gleaming with heat and something more. “Not gonna rushthis.”
“You can go slow next time.” I hadn’t planned on there being a next time, but as soon as I say it, I know that unless something goes very wrong, there’s going to be a nexttime.
Dante likes that idea too, if the flash of his eyes is any indication. “We gonna wakeher?”
I turn my head to see that, just as he promised, the doors leading to the bathroom are both open, providing a straight shot through to the room where Sophie’s crib is. “She’s normally a very sound sleeper, but she’s in a new place. There’s no telling.”
“We’ll have to be quiet, then.” The gleam in his eyes intensifies. “You gonna be able to manage that, we get energetic?”
“I’ll manage.” I don’t know how, but I’m willing to say anything to get this show on theroad.
Without another word, Dante unties the robe, spreads it open, and slides down my body. “You don’t have to --” I start. Then his mouth finds me, and I gasp and buck and stuff my terry-clad arm in my mouth to mute the sounds.
Because it is not possible to be quiet with Dante’s head between my legs. He devours me with single-minded concentration, like an offensive lineman charging the quarterback, but with a lot more finesse. His hands are cupping my ass, squeezing, and my generous curves have never felt more appreciated.
He puts my legs on his shoulders and I obligingly arch my hips, driving myself against his mouth. Then he reaches my swollen clit, and my muffled moans become frantic mews. Sucking me in, gently at first, then harder, he drives me higher and higher, ecstasy spiraling out from my core through my body and then back again, tension gathering and twisting and building until he uses his teeth, and the climax rips throughme.
I’m still shuddering with the aftershocks when he sends me up and over again. I come even harder the second time, and afterwards I feel drunk. That’s when he slips from the bed and starts to undress.
My eyes are slitted, but I keep them open because no way am I missing this show. The shirt comes off first, revealing even more magnificence than it hinted at. His chest is lightly furred, with a glorious happy trail leading down into his jeans.
I lick my lips, and Dante growls and strips off his jeans and underwear in one swift move, shoving them down almost violently, and my eyes go wide at the beauty of him, standing straight and proud against his stomach, long and thick and glorious.
“Hurry.” I whisper it, and he vaults onto the bed -- an extremely strong bed, because it doesn’t collapse or even vibrate much. He settles between my thighs and I love the feeling of his skin against mine so much that I could lie here forever just holding him, if I didn’t need him inside me so badly.
“You on birth control?” heasks.
“Yes.”
“I been tested. We’re safe there.”
Thank goodness. And even now, in the heat of the moment, it strikes me that there’s no way I would trust a man I’d just met on such a sensitive matter -- no matter how much I wanted him. But Dante, I know down to the center of my being, wouldn’t lie aboutthat.
Or possibly anything.
