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step forward and loosened his tie as he moved. “I might bore you.”
“I’m willing to risk it. Or you might try harder to make sure that you don’t.”
He laughed. “I’ll do my best.”
She closed the space between them and placed her hands on either side of his button-down shirt. “First, we need to release your inner superhero.” She pulled and…nothing. Not one button popped off.
He laughed harder. And wow, that sound was a deep, intoxicating sound, like a shot of whiskey straight to her core.
“Honey, I’ll get naked for you,” he said. “You don’t have to tear off my clothes. Just ask.”
“Please,” she murmured. “And quickly.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He stripped with an efficiency that left her thanking the Navy for his years of training.
And then he reached for her and drew her to him. His hands felt as if they were everywhere at once, touching, teasing, and pulling off her clothes. Her dress landed on the floor beside his pants. Before she could issue another request, he was on his knees and guiding her out of her panties. When he stood, he had a condom in his hand.
“Is that a magic trick you learned in the Navy?” she asked as he moved closer and forced her to step back. Her legs bumped into the bed, and she climbed up onto the smooth sheets.
“I learned to always be prepared.” He joined her, knelt between her legs, and covered himself.
“I swear one of these days I’m going to take this nice and slow.” He trailed his hand over her lower abdomen, and he moved lower and lower until his fingers slid between her legs. He raised them to his lips and licked. “But tonight is not one of those nights.”
But this is our last night…
“Maybe the next round. After dinner,” he continued as he positioned himself at her entrance. “But right now…” He thrust into her. “I need to—”
“Take me,” she said, arching her back and allowing her body to open to him.
He thrust in and out, his pace frantic, pushing them closer and closer to the finish line. His lips ran over her throat and down her neck. His hands were everywhere, molding her breasts, teasing her taut nipples, then sliding lower and lower…
He slid one hand between them and touched her clit. “You’re mine,” he murmured.
The deep sound… Those words… His touch…
Her body trembled, her thighs quivering as the orgasm took hold. She arched into the pleasure.
So good…so deep…so fleeting…
“You’re mine, Chrissie.” He growled, pumping faster and harder. His movements were unrestrained, wild, as if something in him had snapped.
“Your turn,” she whispered. “Take me, Dante. You think that I’m yours? Prove it.”
He pushed back and stared down at her. His hands pressed into the bedding at her sides as he thrust one more time. And then he exploded. But not once did he look away or close his eyes. He kept his gaze locked with her as if he was silently trying to tell her something.
“Dante?” she murmured, running her hands up his arms.
“Fuck. I didn’t want to do it this way,” he murmured, his hands still pressed into the mattress at her sides, holding his weight off her.
“You’re bored?” she murmured, her fingers gliding over his biceps and heading for his chest.
“I have to say something, dammit.” He growled. “Sex doesn’t get better than this. What just happened, what we did—that was perfection, and it had nothing to do with our position or some crazy kink. I love you, Chrissie. I fucking love you.”
Love. Oh God. Oh no.
And then he kissed her, bypassing soft and heading straight for the I-need-you-forever soul kiss. She’d never been kissed like that. As if the words weren’t enough, as if his mouth wanted to show her how he felt—and silently ask if she loved him back.
I do. I love you.
