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He smells like saltwater and sandalwood and sin, the cross chain he wears around his neck bouncing in my face.
“You feel like hot velvet,” Dante grunts, and as he begins to even out his strokes, I feel the orgasm building in my lower abdomen again.
I’ve never come twice in such short succession, and it feels amazing when I shudder and clench around him.
Dante groans loudly. I never knew a man could be this vocal during sex, and I love it. I love the way I know my body is making him feel good.
He spills inside of me after just a few more strokes and I let out a long breath, kissing along the side of his face.
Dante kisses me back, on the lips, but it’s brief and chaste before he pulls out of me, going to the lawn chair to grab me a towel.
I frown as I wrap it around myself. “Where are you going?”
“I’ve got some work to deal with,” he says breathlessly, rubbing a towel over himself, still nude and unashamed.
I frown deeper. “Didn’t you just leave to do some work.”
“It never ends, Mia,” he says in a teasing tone, and leans down to kiss me once more before heading back to the other end of the pool house to put his clothes back on.
I watch him dress, trying not to be disappointed. I know that men like Dante and my father are busy, and I know that what they do is important, but I want more of Dante. Especially in this getting-to-know-each-other stage.
“We haven’t even been out on a real date,” I say.
“I’ll make you dinner tonight,” he promises.
“You can cook?” I ask incredulously. I’m not judging, because I sure can’t.
Dante chuckles. “My mother taught me how to make the world’s best ziti. You’ll see. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
I watch him leave, wondering just where he’s going and what he’s doing.
I know from being my father’s daughter that the work part of Dante’s life would remain a secret to me, but I can’t help feeling nervous. Dante’s reputation as a womanizer is beginning to really set in, and I need to know he’s not being unfaithful.
But he’s given me full rein to snoop through his house, and surely if he was seeing someone, he wouldn’t do that.
Maybe I just need to learn to trust my new fiancé.
5
DANTE
I’m not exactly lying to my new fiancée. Idohave work to do, even if it’s the kind of work that I enjoy. I’ve been invited to a party, and I have to turn down a few women there and make the announcement that I’m engaged to Mia.
I have plenty of a reputation, and although Luca didn’t seem too concerned with it, I know that Mia is. I can’t have her calling this off before I get closer to Luca and the secrets of her family.
I don’t hold the same animosity toward Mia as I do Luca. After all, she probably has no idea what her father gets up to. That’s how it is in our world. Our wives and daughters, even mistresses, don’t know what we do other than a cursory idea. We keep it from the women, because it’s dangerous work, and no one wants them hurt. It’s unethical as a wise guy to even hurt women and children, even in a dire situation.
I have no intention of hurting Mia – but I can’t say the same for her father. Mia’s a fun time, with her tight little body and her pretty face, and part of getting closer to her is getting intimate with her. She seems to love it as much as I do, and I definitely can use the stress relief.
It doesn’t mean anything to me, even if it means something to her. I can’t let it mean anything and I feel a little bad about that, how she clearly has feelings for me when I don’t have any for her. I never will. But that’s kind of been the story of my life.
Speaking of that story, Doreen Rossi walks up to me at the party. Doreen is one of the women I’ve hook up with on occasion.
“Dante,” she croons, putting her hand on my upper arm. “You look well.”
I slowly move away from her, smiling. “You look great as usual, Doreen.”
She pouts, noticing my different demeanor. “What’s going on with you? You’re not acting like yourself.”
