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Dante’s breath released.
If I were with anyone else, I’d worry about someone walking by and seeing us. But Dante’s presence was like an invisible shield protecting me from the rest of the world.
If he didn’t want anyone to see us, they wouldn’t.
His palms burned as they parted my thighs.
He’d barely touched me, and I was already on fire.
I tipped my head back, drowning in arousal, in heat and lust and the reverence of his touch as he kissed his way up my thigh. His stubble rasped against my skin and sent tiny shocks of pleasure down my spine.
“I’m sorry.” The aching whisper ghosted over me, seeping into my veins and settling into my bones. Another shiver ran through me. “I’m sorry for hurting you…” A soft kiss at the delicate crease between my thigh and insistent heat. “For pushing you away…” He slid my underwear to the side and gently touched his tongue to my clit. “For ever making you feel unwanted when you’re the only person I’ve ever loved.”
His raw words blended with my cry when he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked. My body arched away from the tree. My hands sank into his hair, and I could only hold on as he worshipped me with his lips and hands and tongue.
Rough yet smooth. Firm yet pleading. Carnal yet tender. Every movement sent another jolt of pure sensation through me.
Pressure built simultaneously in my chest and at the base of my spine. I was breathless with it, flying high on nothing but emotion and adrenaline.
He drew back and grazed his teeth against my sensitive clit. He pushed two fingers inside me, thrusting and curling while I writhed with abandon.
Dante knew my body. He knew exactly which buttons to push and which spots to hit, and he played it like a finely tuned instrument. A maestro conducting an orchestra of sighs and moans.
He pressed his thumb against my clit at the same time he hit my G-spot.
The pressure exploded.
My orgasm rocked through me, and my cries still echoed in the air when Dante rose to his feet, his chest heaving.
He braced his hands on either side of my head and tenderly kissed away the tears sliding down my cheeks.
I hadn’t realized I’d been crying.
He paused when he reached my lips.
Silence thickened between us as his mouth hovered a hair’s breadth from mine, waiting. Hoping. Seeking permission.
I almost gave in. Almost tilted my chin up and closed the breath between us while my body buzzed from the aftershocks of my climax.
Instead, I turned my head. Just a fraction, but enough for Dante to step back with a ragged breath.
We took a big step forward, but I wasn’t ready for another one yet. I was too physically and emotionally drained.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“You don’t have to apologize,mia cara.” His fingers twined with mine again, strong and reassuring. His eyes were soft. “As many steps as it takes, remember? We’ll get there.”
CHAPTER41
Vivian
Dante and I didn’t speak of our garden date again, but it hovered in the back of my mind for days after.
Not because of the sex, but because of the vulnerability. The patience. The glimpse athowour relationship would be different this time around.
For the first time, I truly believed reconciliation was possible.
Maybe not now, but one day. Like Dante said, we’d get there.
