Page 87 of Worth of Waste

He tugged her head to the side, keeping his hand firmly tangled in her hair, as he kissed a path over the side of her neck. The wetness on her skin tasted heavenly, and he paused over her pulse point, feeling the rapid thrum of her heartbeat against his tongue.

There, he felt her life.

That radiating, beautiful, amazing life.

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” she asked softly.

How would he refuse her that?

“For as long as you want,” he said.

“Is forever too long?”

Dino laughed. “Someone down the hall might not like that when he wakes up wanting food in the morning.”

Karen turned to look at him, pouting. “Damn.”

He kissed her frown away. “I can make it good for now, though.”

That pout turned into a sexy little smile. “Let’s do that, then.”

Always.

His hand stayed in her hair, while his other dipped below the bubbly water between her thighs. He found the softness of her sex with his fingertips, gliding his digits over the folds and the base of his cock where he had her filled. He liked feeling that—he liked seeing it even better—but feeling it was pretty fucking good, too.

Then he traced her clit, measured and slow, small circles that he knew would get her shaking in no time at all. That way, he could hear all her sweet cries and taste more salt on her skin when she came.

Karen sucked in a soft breath, never lifting from his lap but instead, rotating her hips right where she sat, moving in time with his fingers against her clit while her fingernails dug into the muscles of his thighs.

He didn’t think that would do much for him, but it really did. Each tremor of her body, every clench of her muscles, made his spine tingle and his breaths quicken. He kept that tempo up, letting her rotate her pussy into his cock while he played with her clit until she was a shaking, breathless mess in his lap.

“Oh, my God,” Karen mumbled as she came.

So sweet.

So high and pretty.

Dino kissed a path along the delicate line of her jaw as she came back down from that first ride. “I don’t think God had much to do with this here, sweetheart.”

Karen laughed, sounding spun and blissed. “You don’t believe in that sort of thing anyway, do you?”

No, he worshipped someone else entirely.

From the moment Dino had gotten the cuffs taken off him and his proverbial freedom had been given back, a sense of calm and waiting had settled over him.

It was back to business as usual with the Outfit.

His trial date was set a month after his release—the trial was still a few months away, yet.

It didn’t affect him, not like people might think that it should.

He had far too many other things to worry about.

Going back to prison was not one of them.

He’d been so calm, so collected, that when he felt those first wisps of panic well deep in his heart, he had been surprised to feel them at all. He’d been doing so well not entertaining the thought, not bothering with it in any way. It was easier to do that, rather than sit and stew.

Those first wisps of panic came as he sat at the Outfit boss’s table, eating a meal with people he didn’t give less than a shit about. He’d barely partook in the conversation, barely bothered with the people, his boss, or even his family at all.