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I couldn’t speak.
“I don’t want wild or crazy. I want passion, and that is you.” He leaned in close. “Christ, woman. Ye’ve got passion burnin’ within you, and ye only release it upon me. Ye kiss me like ye need me to breathe. I need your passion to breathe.”
“Dante.”
“D’ye know what it feels like when you kiss me like it’s the only thing keepin’ ye alive?” His thumb stroked my lower lip. “It humbles me, it overwhelms me, and it makes me heart pound against me chest. It makes it so painfully hard for you because I feel so many things for you at one time.”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach.
“Really?”
“Country,” he murmured. “Trust me, you’re the most passionate woman I’ve ever met. Ye have a cravin’ inside you to be touched and loved the right way, and I intend to be the man to show ye that.”
“I want that.” I licked my lips. “I’ve had sex, but I’ve never been fucked.”
Dante hummed. “I’ve bet ye’ve never made love either?”
I shook my head.
“I’ve fucked, but never made love … how about we do both of those things together?”
“Yes.” I shivered. “Yes, please.”
“Come on.” His voice was husky. “Let’s go into the sittin’ room. The bedroom can stress anyone out.”
He gently tugged me into a walk, and when we entered the sitting room, we sat down on the settee, and I was very aware that my towel had ridden up very high on my thighs.
“Ye have no idea what I’m gonna do to ye, d’ye?”
I had ideas, but nothing concrete, so I shook my head, making him chuckle.
“Don’t worry. The first time, you’re in control, kid,” he told me with a grin. “Everythin’ will be your way. You set the pace. Ye said ye always had to lay on your back, so let’s have our first time with you on top, ridin’ me.”
Desire bubbled in my stomach as a visual of what that position might look like filled my head.
“Ye don’t see me as a kid ’cause I’m five years younger than ye, right?”
“Specs, d’ye really think I see you as a kid?”
“Well, ye call me it sometimes, so I don’t know.”
“I call ye a lot of things.” He bit back a smile. “Country, specs, love. Kid is just another one of many names I’ve christened ye with.”
I snorted. “I’m so honoured.”
“Ye should be.” He leaned towards me. “I don’t normally give one person so many nicknames.”
“Is that so?” I tilted my head. “Should I return the favour?”
“Only if I get to pick what ye call me.”
“How’s that fair?”
“It’s not.” Dante’s lips curved upwards. “But there’s one name I really want ye to call me.”
“Okay.” I blinked. “What is it?”
“Daddy.”
“Daddy?”
“Oh, yeah.” Dante pumped his eyebrows. “I love how that sounds.”
“Dante.” I choked on laughter. “I’m not callin’ ye daddy. I called me daddy that!”
“Well, since your aul lad isn’t here, ye can call me ‘daddy’ in his stead any time you like.”
I swatted his muscular arm. He acted like he was teasing me, but there was an underlying tone to his voice, like he did want me to call him that during sex. I always thought it was weird and sort of creepy, but maybe during sex, it was only romantic, like when partners called one another baby. I mulled it over as Dante stared at me.
“You’re too easy to embarrass. You’re so pretty with your little red nose, Rudolph.”
I made a motion to swat him again, but Dante moved and grabbed me around the waist. He pulled me on top of him until I was straddling him, and he instantly ran his fingers up and down my sides. I screamed as laughter bubbled up my throat. Dante’s tickling made me twitch and buck.
“Mercy,” I squealed. “Dante, have mercy!”
His deep laughter filled my ear when I leaned forward. I kissed his cheek, then shifted back.
“Take off your top.”
He yanked the fabric over his head, mindful of his shoulder, and tossed it behind me. I nearly drooled.
“I can’t even joke and call you a kid.” My eyes moved over his body. “You’re all man, a big man.”
Dante didn’t respond to me, so I looked at his face. When I found his sky blues locked on mine, my pulse spiked. With a smile tugging at his tempting lips, Dante leaned into me.
“Breathe,” he murmured.
On cue, I exhaled my breath right in his face and it made him laugh.
“Relax, gorgeous.”
“I can’t,” I admitted. “I can’t think with ye this close.”
“Don’t think, Ina,” he whispered. “Just feel me.”
That was exactly what I intended to do.
“I hurt for you.” I almost moaned with want. “I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you.”
“Show me.”
I took his mouth with mine and kissed him until my body trembled. Dante’s fingers bit into the flesh of my waist as he held me firm on top of him. I leaned back, breaking our kiss. I gripped the edge of my towel at my breasts and hurriedly removed it, letting it fall to the floor. Dante instantly sucked in a breath as his eyes roamed over my naked form, drinking me in and feasting on the visual. He lifted his hands to my breasts, stroking my pebbled nipples with his thumbs. My lips parted on a gasp.
