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Chapter Three
-Noemi-
“YES,” DANTE HISSEDbetween his teeth, telling me what he needed as my fingers hovered over the button of his pants.
His stomach tightened; his entire body clenched as I slipped a finger inside his waistband. I didn't know the right way to do it. I’d never unbuttoned, or unzipped, a man’s pants before, but judging from Dante’s reaction, it didn’t matter. I knew he’d help me if my inexperience was about to ruin the moment, but from the growl that escaped his throat when I popped the button through the hole, my inexperience didn’t disappoint.
God, I wanted this. I’ve felt him inside me, hard and deep, but I haven’t touched him. Not as intimately as he’d touched me.
I hesitated: my hand poised over his zipper. I looked up at him through my lashes. Dante’s half-closed eyes were on me, so intense I couldn’t look away. I pulled on the zipper, tugging it down one tooth at a time. His breathing picked up and I found... I liked it. My heart was already beating beyond control, lurching when I saw Dante’s reaction to my touch. I wasn’t sure I had the nerve to go through with touching him... there... but from his sucked in breath, taut stomach and the size of him as I struggled to undo his zipper, he would take over when I needed him to. All I’d have to do was ask.
His zipper fell open into a sharp vee, and I swallowed, unsure what to do next. He must have read the uncertainty on my face.
His hand fisted my ponytail.
“On your knees, baby girl,” he whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t even hesitate. I dropped to my knees, my hands resting on his thighs. He didn’t say anything but placed my hands on the waist of his pants and tugged. His hands fell away when I began to pull his khakis down his thighs. When they fell to his ankles, Dante stepped out of them.
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward, nuzzling against his thigh. His answering groan ignited a fire within me. I turned my head and kissed the hot skin. His muscles twitched and a growl escaped him. He didn’t wait for my help. Dante’s cock sprung free, jutting up strongly in front of me as he pulled off his underwear.
I wanted to touch him. I felt like Ihadto touch him. I knew I’d embarrass myself if I did the wrong thing. I had no idea how to touch a man. I had no idea what Dante would like. I hesitated to go any further.
I looked up at him through pleading eyes.
Dante took a step back and extended his hand to pull me up.
He was completely naked in front of me as I stood there, awkward and unsure of myself.
“At this point,” he purred as he walked me backward to the bed, “there isn’t a damn thing you could do that I wouldn’t like.”
He leaned down for a quick, hard kiss on my mouth just before the back of my knees hit the mattress. His eyes searched mine.
“Have you had enough independence, or do you want to continue?” he asked as his hands slid under my caftan.
I didn’t answer him right away because I didn’t know!
“Does it have to be that way?” I asked, my words muffled as he pulled the dress over my head.
“What way?”
I tilted my head as his lips sought the curve of my neck.
“One or the other of us in control? Can’t we just... both?”
I didn’t even know what I was saying or whether it made any sense to him. Dante started to undo my ponytail. Gently. I was surprised at how gently he touched me considering how tense his body was.
“We can try,” he muttered. “Although, I admit that doesn’t usually work for me. But we can try... if that’s what you want.”
He ran his hands through my hair, fanning my dark tresses out behind me. His soft touches didn’t prepare me for his strong grip around my thighs, pulling my legs up before roughly tossing me onto the bed. He lowered himself to his knees between my thighs while I fought to catch my breath. If this was both of us sharing control, it sure didn’t feel that way. Dante sat back on his haunches, staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He was... waiting. Maybe it was my turn. I followed his eyes to my cleavage.I could do this. I wanted to do this. Reaching behind me, I unclasped the hooks of my bra, letting the straps fall and then removing it fully. His satisfied groan assured me I’d made the right decision. I thought it was his turn to regain control, but... apparently not. I followed his gaze lower to my panties.
I took a deep breath, wanting to do something sexy, like they do in books or on television. Move slow. Be deliberate. Put my hand... no, not there. Oh, God, how was it supposed to work? The candles were too bright. I couldn’t hide my uneasiness.
I squeezed my eyes shut, ready to make my move and pull my underwear down in front of Dante. I just couldn’t look at him when I did it. I started to tug when Dante’s lips skated over mine before he kissed me long and deep, making me forget all about the last stage of my awkward striptease.
I moaned both from relief and need when I felt his firm touch sliding my panties down right before he cupped my sex. That gentle touch had returned. I eagerly opened for him, rewarded once again by his approving groan. I was wet and ready for him already, but he played and teased, giving not a care in the world to my growing sense of urgency.
“Dante,” I whimpered when his fingers continued to fondle me until I reached a fever pitch. I needed him, needed to feel him inside me so much I wanted to cry from the emptiness I felt while he denied me.
