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I swallow hard and press my fingers into the edge of my seat. “No. Are you… trying to scare me?”
“Maybe.” His eyes bore deeper into mine, probing, as if he’s trying to see straight through to my mind.
“Why?” My voice is low and just as searching as his stare.
“The good girl/bad guy thing. Maybe I think you’d be better placed with someone a little moreordinary.”
I think of what ordinary means for me. In my father’s world, that’s Matthew. Or another Jared. Or a number of other guys who I’ve been out with but could never form a connection the way I have with this guy, and in such a short space of time.
I felt that connection from the first moment Dante looked at me. I don’t think that’s something I can ignore.
“Maybeordinaryis too ordinary.” I keep my tone even.
He reaches for a lock of my hair, takes it between his fingers, and allows the ends to curl around his thumb. His gaze pierces straight through me, and I stare back at him. Then my eyes drop to his lips and suddenly, I’m dying to feel them on mine.
His expression changes, as if he read my mind, and his lips part, taking my attention away from them and back to his eyes.
“I’m not exactly a good man, Serenity Bell. I think you’ll find that ordinary might not betooordinary when you compare it against a guy who’s done time.”
Done time?A shiver slides down my skin.
“You were in prison?” My breath hitches as if someone slid a wedge into my lungs.
Dante smiles, continuing to observe my reaction. “One year. It’s only fair you know what kind of company you’re keeping. Still interested, Printsessa?”
I mull over this new information that should send me running from him and straight to my car so I can drive the hell away from here. But it doesn’t.
Ithasn’t.
I’m still sitting here, and it’s not from fear.
Desire has kept me right where I am, telling me to think past the limits my father has set around me and about what I want.
What am I interested in tonight?
Dante tilts his head lower, moving closer, answering the question for me.
“Yes.” I might have crossed way too far over the line of carpe diem, but damn does my answer ever feel right.
“Be careful, Printsessa. I liked your answer far too much.”
That sounds like another warning, but anything I was supposed to take from it is shoved from my mind when Dante’s mouth crashes down on mine.
I never expected soft or sweet from him, and that’s not what I get. The kiss he gives me is a storming of the gates. One that demands entrance to my body.
When his tongue pushes against my lips, I let him through and taste him. He tastes like wine and power. Like desire and sex and want and need.
His tongue sweeps over mine, consuming me and taking without apology.
And I love it.
Lust ignites every nerve inside me, and I know I need this.Need him.
Need him with a desperation that terrifies me to my core. The kiss goes on and on and on. Then he stops and pulls away, leaving fire burning my entire body.
“Come. Dance with me,” he beckons, his voice husky and rough with a deadly cocktail of lust and desire that could convince me to do anything.
“Yes.” Another yes. I’m not sure I could ever say no to him.
