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Chapter Thirty-Five
- Dante -
IHAD TO SHOVE MY HANDSin my pockets to keep from ripping her clothes off myself. My hands fisted, tightening my khakis even further as my cock roared to life. I’d fought her pull all morning. I should have been repulsed that I wanted to sink deep within her and feel her juices coat my dick so soon after taking three men’s lives, but I didn’t have enough empathy to feel any regrets. I made my best efforts during breakfast and the tour to keep her mind off what had happened. To fulfill my promise and make her forget.
I knew of only one way to erase those images from her mind. It didn’t matter that I shouldn’t have felt any responsibility towards her psyche. I shouldn’t have felt any empathy for her feelings. I needed to do what I’d barked at her to do – stop thinking. What we both needed was the feel of our bodies coming together. Hard. Soft. I didn’t care. I didn’t have a plan for it. I just needed her naked and beneath me. I’d figure out the roadmap as I went along.
“Take off your clothes, Noemi,” I repeated, my voice a husky, lust-filled growl.
Her ribcage expanded as she sucked in a breath. With a shaky hand, she slipped two fingers under the remaining strap of the waistless minidress and slid it over her shoulder. The pale blue dress had teased me all morning, dipping at the rise of her cleavage, clinging to her breasts, then floating away from the curves of her hips.
Unclothed, Noemi stood before me, looking like an angel out of place in a vixen’s lingerie: a light blue, strapless lace bra and matching panties. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders. Her eyes could no longer hold my gaze. Along with her dress, her confidence fell.
I was good with that. It meant she wouldn’t be able to see the longing in my eyes. I could continue hiding how much I needed her. When she reached around her back to unhook her bra, I stopped her.
“No.” I pushed away from the door and stalked toward her. “Turn around,” I ordered, pushing her hand away from her back.
She placed her back in front of me, shifting restlessly on her feet. I gathered her heavy locks and draped them over her shoulder. A rumble rose in my chest. I wanted that hair falling around me, over me, wrapped around my cock.
Time. Fuck, I needed more time with her because another fantasy had highjacked my desire.
Not touching any other part of her body, I unclasped her bra and let it fall. I drew one finger down her spine, watching a shiver follow in my finger’s wake. One corner of my mouth ticked upward with satisfaction.
“So responsive, Noemi. Just one touch.” My finger stopped at the edge of her panties. I slipped my index fingers into either side of the hem and drew the lace down her legs. She gasped as my mouth followed each inch over her luscious ass and down her lean, silken legs. I remembered how perfectly they’d wrapped around me. How tightly they’d bound me to her.
More. I needed more.
I walked around her to the nightstand. The yacht was my home away from home. I knew I’d find what I wanted there. I grasped the fine silk and turned to face Noemi.
Her eyes snapped to mine. “Another blindfold? You’re not taking me anywhere. Not like this.” She said as if she were the one giving orders
“It’s not for traveling. I have an entirely different purpose in mind.”
Her brow furrowed as I stretched the soft fabric between my fingers. “You said you trusted me. We’re going to explore that.”
From a furrow to a frown. I expected Noemi to remind me of my promise not to hurt her, to reprimand her for continuing to insult me. If she said the words again, I’d know her trust was a lie.
She tilted her head to the side, still thinking, still not letting go, but she didn’t so “no.” She didn’t flinch or move away.
“Stop trying to understand me, Noemi. You’ll only go around in circles.”
I moved behind her, draping the scarf over her shoulder so that it covered her breast. Instantly the sensation of silk against skin caused her nipples to pebble. This was supposed to be a test for her, to tease her, to get her ready for me, to let her see what more there was to pleasure than my cock in her pussy. But as her back arched and her lips parted to release a sultry sigh of desire, the game changed. It became as much about teasing my own boundaries as it was about finding hers.
How much could I give her without losing my control? Last night had been fucking fantastic but I could make it earth-shattering. I wanted to fuck her in ways that would leave us both on the edge of survival, needing to have each other again and again until we couldn’t function anymore. I had two full days at sea to explore her, to learn her. The challenge was whether I could do so without revealing too much of myself along the way.
I heard her gasp as I pulled the silk along her skin, over her breast, across the back of her neck, then down to the other puckered nipple. It was torture for both of us. I wanted to suck her tit into my mouth and pull until she begged me to make her come. Instead, I kept a personal distance, dragging the scarf over her body, up and down her legs, back over her breasts. Making her shiver as I taunted her. Her thighs clenched together when the fabric skipped across the junction between her legs.
I cupped her pussy with the scarf covering my hand.
“Do you want this,” I groaned in her ear, working my fabric covered finger over her folds. Her hand reached out to grasp my forearm as I reached around her.
“No,” she moaned.
“No?” I asked, shocked at her denial. I started to move my hand and she covered my fist with hers.
“No," she said more forcefully. “I meant... I want this, too, but... more,” she begged as I rubbed against her clit. Her legs began to shake.
“What ‘more,’ baby girl?”
