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“But I know that was selfish of me. I didn’t know the details, and it’s none of my business anyway, and-”
“Cambria,” he says again, stepping closer as he lets his hands wander down my body. Dante grips my hips and anchors me to him, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating in time. “You did nothing wrong. You have the purest heart and the sweetest smile, and I’m the monster who made you cry.”
“You’re not a monster.”
“And you’re not selfish,” he counters. This brings a tiny smile to my face. Dante rests his forehead on mine, his warmth surrounding me and drawing me closer, closer, closer to everything this man is. “Can you forgive me for losing my temper with you? Have I already fucked up everything?”
“I forgive you, Dante,” I tell him truthfully, rubbing my nose against his. He gives me a smile, and everything in me clenches and releases. Holy hell, if I thought his scowl was sexy, his smile is on a whole new level.
“Thank God,” he murmurs. “If you didn’t forgive me, I couldn’t do this.” He gently tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear, those dark brown eyes filled with vulnerability and unnamed emotions, so different from the man who broke into my cottage a few days ago.
My gaze wanders down the slope of his nose, then rests on his lips, which look soft and welcoming.
“Do what?” I breathe out, swaying closer.
“I’m going to kiss you now, sunshine,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling my skin seconds before his lips claim mine.
Dante teases me with the tip of his tongue, then cups the back of my neck and angles me just right, diving into my mouth with long, passionate strokes. My hands crawl up his torso, slipping under the button-up he’s wearing and caressing the dips and curves of his chiseled abs and chest.
“God, your touch…” he groans, his muscles flexing as I run my fingers over them. “You’re perfect. So damn perfect.”
Dante licks a stripe up my throat, pausing to nip at my pulse point. I let out a surprised squeak, followed by a moan when he sucks on the same spot. My knees tremble when he slides his hands up my body, continuing to leave a trail of kisses up and down my neck. Dante cups my breasts, massaging them and rubbing his thumbs over my tight, sensitive peaks.
“Yes,” I whisper desperately, too lost in my pleasure to find my voice.
“You like that, Cambria?” he growls onto my lips, sucking on the bottom one before kissing me properly.
I nod, whimpering into his kiss when he pinches my nipples.Dante hums in approval, nuzzling into the side of my neck as his hand slides down my body and cups my pussy.
I should be embarrassed by how turned on I am, how freaking wet I am for this man, but Dante doesn’t mind. It seems to drive him crazy.
This is my first time doing any of this with anyone, but I let my urges take over, chasing the ultimate pleasure I know only Dante can give me. I grind down on his hand, letting him feel all of me.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he groans, resting his forehead on mine. “This little pussy is begging to be touched, isn’t it?” I nod frantically and wiggle my hips, but Dante just grins. “Need your words.”
“I w-want it,” I stammer. I barely finish my sentence before Dante backs me into the small kitchen table and lifts me with his hands on my thighs.
I part my legs for him and whimper when he steps in between them and rubs his hard cock over my center.
“Fuck, I feel your heat, baby. Are you wet for me? Do you need this?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin material of my yoga pants and panties.
“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.
Dante kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, and his touch.
“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
Dante grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy, over the fabric of my clothes. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.
“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.
“So why don’t you touch me for real?”
His eyes go dark, and his jaw tenses before he crashes his lips into mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. He tears himself away from me, kneeling to press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the fabric of my clothes.
Dante growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. I lift my hips and watch as he peels my yoga pants and panties off in one swift move.
“This okay, Cambria?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eyes to make sure I mean what I say.
