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I sigh as I step inside. When did my life become so small and dark and meaningless that I take comfort in the most trivial things? I open the refrigerator and peer inside, hoping for some leftovers.
“I see you got my gift?” His voice sends a shudder up my spine.
Closing the refrigerator door, I turn to face him. He’s dressed in black suit pants and a crisp white shirt. It’s open at the collar, and his shirt sleeves are rolled up, displaying a few dark tattoos on his skin.
“Well, seeing as you threw away my other t-shirt, it seems like more of a replacement than a gift,” I say, refusing to thank him or show any gratitude at all. Because he doesn’t deserve it.
He laughs softly as he makes his way across the room in a few long strides. And before I can think about getting out of his way, he’s towering over me.
“You’re a difficult woman to please, Katerina,” he says, his voice so deep and smooth it washes over me and settles in my bones.
“Not really.” I force a smile. “All I want is to go home. Then I would be the happiest woman in the world.”Liar!
He narrows his eyes at me and scrubs a hand through his thick beard. “Hmm?”
“Hmm what?” I snap.
“I don’t think you were happy in that little house of yours. I don’t think you were anything close to happy.”
“And you think I am here?” I scoff even as my skin bristles with energy at being so close to him.
“I don’t think you’re miserable here, even though you’re trying your best to be.”
“I hate it here.”
“Maybe sometimes. But last night when you were fixing Lenny’s wound, I saw…” He narrows his eyes again, searching mine as though he wants to see the truths I hide deep inside me.
“Saw what?” I ask with a scowl.
“The light in you. You were happy doing that.”
I was happy. I love nursing.Lovednursing. But I can never go back to it. “I like helping people,” I whisper.
He licks his lower lip, and my insides contract as unbidden thoughts of the things I’d like him to do with that mouth force a fleeting path through my consciousness. My otherwise rational, logical brain is being corrupted by my entire groin area.
He inches closer. We’re not touching, but I still feel him all over me. My body tingles with electric anticipation. He is fire, and my skin burns with the heat. “So you don’t hate it here at all?”
My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing, making my blood pound in my ears. I squeeze my thighs together to stem the throbbing that is building between them, but it does nothing. It has been so long since anyone has elicited this kind of reaction from my body, and the sensations are overwhelming. I have to take some control back before I lose it all.
I stare into Dante’s eyes. “No, but I do hate you.”
I don’t know why I expected those words to have any impact on him at all, but I thought they might make him back off a little. Not Dante Moretti. Instead, he smirks and edges a little closer until there is only a sliver of light between us. Then he bends his head, his mouth so close to my ear that his warm breath skates over my skin and makes me shiver.
“You might hate me, Kat, but I bet if I slide my hand into your panties, you’d be wet for me,” he growls, and the sound resonates through my body and heads straight to my needy pussy.
Well, damn!“I would not.”
“Really?” His lips dust the shell of my ear now, and the briefest contact between us makes my breath catch in my throat.
“You’ll never know,” I say, a smile of triumph on my face as he lifts his head and stares into my eyes.
But my triumph is short-lived.
Without any warning, he slides his huge hand into my panties until I’m pressed back against the refrigerator. I should try to run or scratch his face, but his fingers slip between my thighs, rubbing over the sensitive flesh and making me feel things that I don’t want to stop feeling.
“What the hell are you doing?” I moan the words even though I meant to yell them.
“Fuck, you’re not just wet, kitten, you’re soaking,” he says in a deep, husky groan as he goes on staring into my eyes. “Is this all for me?”
