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Dante didn’t move or respond for several long seconds and his expression was unreadable. He finally reached out and took one of my hands in his. He played with my fingers as he whispered, “I’m telling you now that I’m gonna be really bad at this relationship shit.”
“Did you miss the part where my ex slapped me at my daughter’s wake, blamed me for her death and then set me up in a courtroom full of people?” I asked mildly.
A small smile spread across Dante’s mouth and he pulled my hand up to his lips and settled a kiss on my knuckles which were bruised from punching Colton the day before. “Can I use your shower?”
I nodded even as the flame of need inside me sparked to life.
“Will you get rid of the cab?” Dante asked as he pulled me forward until our bodies were pressed together. The flame changed to a full-on inferno and I wasn’t sure if I managed to get out an answer. But I must have because Dante curled his hand around the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss.
“Will you come join me in the shower when you’re done?”
I answered him by thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Dante was the one to break the kiss a few seconds later. He began heading towards the stairs as I patted down my pockets for my wallet.
“Shit,” I muttered as I realized it was sitting up on my nightstand.
“My wallet is in my bag on the porch,” Dante said over his shoulder. “In the front pocket…next to the condoms and lube.”
I smiled at the unspoken hint and hurried out to get rid of the waiting cab. I just hoped like hell it wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon…or ever.
Chapter Fifteen
Dante
“Cock,” I murmured drowsily.
Magnus chuckled, his warm breath fanning over the back of my neck. “No,” he said and then his fingers were moving over my bare back in the same pattern.
“Isn’t this a game that twelve-year-old girls play?” I asked.
“You want me to stop?” Magnus asked.
“Fuck, no,” I declared which made Magnus laugh and then his lips pressed against the back of my shoulder.
I had no idea how the fuck I’d ended up here…and what the hell I’d finally done right in my life to deserve any of it. One minute I’d been standing on the porch ready to get in the cab, the next I’d been in Magnus’s kitchen trying to convince him I wasn’t worth the effort he was making.
I’d expected him to fuck me when he’d joined me in the shower a few minutes later, but he’d done something I hadn’t been prepared for.
He’d held me.
That was it.
He’d just wrapped his strong arms around me from behind and stood under the spray of hot water with me as he’d bathed me in soft kisses. His erection had been nudging my ass, but he hadn’t pinned me to the wall and shoved into me or maneuvered me to the floor and mounted me from behind. Those were the things I’d wanted him to do because I could deal with sex. I was good at sex…it was my primary language, after all.
But all he’d done was hold me for the longest time and then he’d washed me. While sex may not have been his motive for joining me, by the time he’d finished showering his attention on me, I’d been so hard that it had been painful and I’d jerked us both off as Magnus’s body had forced me back against the wall and he’d planted his hands on either side of my head. And all the while as I’d been fisting our cocks with one hand, he’d been murmuring praise in my ear…how good it felt, how beautiful I was.
It had terrified me.
And I’d wanted to run again.
I’d managed to keep it together long enough to get dried off, but watching Magnus work the towel over his own hard, muscled body had become a much more effective distraction. He’d noticed me watching him, but hadn’t commented. Probably because he’d been watching me in much the same way. I’d been about to drop to my knees to take his beautiful cock in my mouth, but Magnus had brushed a kiss over my mouth and told me to get in bed. He hadn’t bothered with any clothes as he’d swept my wet clothes off the floor and left the bathroom, giving me a glorious view of his ass. I’d managed to dig a pair of briefs out of my bag and pull them on before getting into bed like he’d told me. Excitement had filtered through me as I’d waited for him to return because I’d been sure he was finally going to fuck me again. But it wasn’t just my body that had been teeming with need; I’d needed the pleasure to chase away the fear.
