Page 56 of The Billionaire Invitation

“Now I have to know.” He gestured toward the bed. “Did you change your mind about me staying? I’m willing to go back to my place, but you’re coming with me.”

“Oh, you’d throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to the Crane?”

“Pretty much.”

She kissed the sexy smile off his face.

“Actually, we have amazing amenities here at Chez Honesty.” She walked her fingers down his T-shirt. “We have a fully stocked kitchen, a chef…” She pointed to herself. “And my bed, while it’s not as large as yours, can easily support us and our plans for the next few hours.”

“A few hours?” He grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. “I’ll be asleep by then. Did you see how much I ate?”

“I did. I’m mildly appalled.”

“I left room for one more treat, though.” With nimble fingers, he slipped one pearl button after the other through the buttonholes until her dress sagged in the front. He tugged it off her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides.

He caressed her breasts over her bra, using his thumbs to bring her nipples to turgid points. She dropped her head back and enjoyed the attention. Then he unhooked her bra and his tongue replaced his fingers and that was even better. She threaded her hands into his hair and held him in place as she hummed in pleasure.

She found a burst of renewed energy, especially when his tongue circled the areola of her breast.

“I have plenty of room for more of this,” he murmured against her damp flesh. “I can’t wait to taste you everywhere tonight.”

Her short fingernails raked up his scalp while he continued to work her into a lather. A breathy moan left her lips as her feet left the floor. She was in his arms for a split second before he dropped her onto the soft quilt comforter.

On her back, she allowed her legs to fall open. He lowered his head and nipped at the gusset of her panties before giving her another devilish grin.

“This is my favorite treat. As much as I love the taste of your nipples, your pussy is twice as sweet.” Next, he stripped the delicate lace down her legs and threw it over his shoulder.

One word danced around her head, and not an erotic one. The word love.

It had been a long time since he’d told her he loved her. For her, that feeling never truly went away when she meant it. With Boyd, there’d been lust, but no love. Dante was different.

Not that she was anywhere near ready to profess her love to him, but she was woman enough to admit that she was beginning to feel something. Not quite what she used to feel—the heady, overwhelming tsunami of first love. This felt more like…respect. Attraction. And admiration at how damned capable he was at everything.

Dangerous thoughts, those.

Desperate, she steered away from love to Love Island, and told him exactly what she wanted in no uncertain terms.

“I want your tongue on my clit.” Yep, that did it. Any pastel pink thoughts had gone deep velvet red. She made a “come here” gesture with her hands.

He had been pulling off his T-shirt and now sped up his movements, kicking aside his shoes and socks and pants.

Then he was gloriously naked, each shadowy muscle and plane another groove she’d like to run her tongue down.

“Your body is beautiful,” he said as he crawled over top of her. “How I have gone this many years without it, I’ll never know.”

“Careful,” she told him as he kissed her nipple again. She shouldn’t say more, and as it turned out, she didn’t have to.

Like her, he was willing to ignore any red flags or warning beacons.

Between her legs again, he parted her folds and ran his tongue slowly along her center. He lapped slow and unhurried. She lay back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. Oh yes, this was a hangover remedy that rivaled all others.

When he reached the spot that pleased her the most, he knew. She let out a squeak of surprise as her hips lifted to get closer to his mouth. He didn’t speed up but continued his languid pace, which drove her absolutely wild.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes. Right there.” She continued encouraging him, but no matter how much she wiggled her hips back and forth or begged for relief from the mounting pressure, he did not speed up his pace.

If anything, he slowed down.

And then he moved, teasing her elsewhere. He kissed the insides of her thighs, the backs of her knees, and then kissed his way to her center where she felt the gentle whisper of his breath over her most sensitive part.