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Dante drags me to his bedroom, his thick fingers tight around my wrist. My pulse flutters like mad beneath his touch. He whips the door open, and my breath catches as he yanks me across the threshold. A blast of cold air wafts over me and my nipples harden, poking through my silk blouse. Or maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through my veins at the idea of finally hooking up with the mafia enforcer.
Dante slams the door and shoves me against the thick timber. A faint gasp escapes as he presses the full length of his body against mine. Gawd, he’s already so fucking hard. His erection lifts up my mini-skirt and settles between my legs. His eyes chase down my body, zeroing in on my peaked nipples. A feral smile curls his lips.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
“D, I’ve been ready for you since the first time I heard a dreamy Italian word spill from those sexy lips.”
A rough chuckle tumbles from those sexy lips. His hand skates down my hip and toward the apex of my thighs. He cups my pussy, and fire rages through my core.
“Mmm, youareready for me. Soaked.” He slips his finger across my lacey panties, and heat pulses across my clit. Another groan echoes between us. His? Mine? Who the hell can tell?
His mouth claims mine, teeth gnashing against my own. His fingers dig into my hair, and he wraps the long locks around his fingers. Fisting them, he jerks my head back and bares my throat.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers as his tongue glides across my jaw line then down my neck.
I reach for his slacks and make quick work of the belt buckle, button and zipper. I slide his pants down his slim hips and take in his fully tented boxer briefs. The outline of his huge cock has my tipsy pussy pulsing with need. Gawd, she has no shame.
As Dante’s mouth ravages my neck, one hand slips up my top. He squeezes my bare breast, and an appreciative growl vibrates his throat. “Just perfect,” he murmurs.
“Really? I always feel like they’re too small. Like once I make it big with my celebrity psychology practice, I’ll go up a size or two--”
Dante’s hand slaps across my mouth, smothering my words. His eyes meet mine, and an unfamiliar twinge pinches in my chest. “I said they’re perfect. Now stop talking.” His mouth finds mine again, his tongue punishing, teeth nibbling until my lower lip is puffy and swollen.
Good gawd, he’s an animal. I match him stroke for stroke, digging my own fingers into his silky hair. I’m about a second from humping him against the door. Why should my best friend be the only one getting laid tonight? Besides, after Dr. Mark, the stalker from Dr. Winchester’s practice, I deserve a little fun.
Dante shrugs off his jacket, and my hands move down his crisp, button-down shirt, then my fingers slip between the buttons. A swirl of tattoos dance beneath my fingertips, and damn, I’m so tempted to rip his shirt right off, Superman style. As I undo the buttons, I explore the dips and valleys of his ripped torso, and I imagine licking every inch of his cut abs. My hand glides over a patch of puckered skin, and he tenses beneath me.
My fingers freeze over the scar.
Dante may be an asshole, but he saved his brother and my best friend’s life by taking a barrage of bullets meant for them only three months ago. Stella would’ve been dead if it wasn’t for him. Which is why she forgave him for whatever the hell he did to piss her off in the first place.
He releases a shuddering breath drawing my attention back to the towering male looming over me.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “Is it still sensitive?”
“No,” he growls. Those dark eyes lance into me for another endless moment before the curtain of darkness lifts. He jerks my skirt up to my waist and latches a finger under the waistband of my panties. The sharp rip of fabric rings out over our haggard breaths.
“Damn, D, you could’ve just told me to take them off. This is my lucky thong.” From this day forward.
The corner of his lip twitches, but he doesn’t reveal that elusive smile. Instead, his arms come around my torso and for a second, I’m completely weightless. A squeal bursts free as he tosses me over his shoulder.
“Oh, shit,” I squeak.
He smacks me on the bare ass, the crack echoing across the quiet room. “You’ve got a dirty little mouth, sweetheart.”
“You have no idea.” I press my lips together the moment the words are out. Damn, those champagne bubbles went straight to my head. I sound like a total slut.Stop it, Rose. Even if this is just a one-night stand, I’m going to have to see this man a lot in the next few months. I’m Stella’s maid of honor and he’s Luca’s best man, obvi. I cannot let this get awkward.
Dante drops me onto the bed face down. “So you like it dirty? You want me to smack your ass like a naughty whore?” He climbs on top of me, his erection pressing against my ass through his boxers, and I cant my head back to steal a look at him.
“Maybe…” I cock a mischievous brow. There’s a reason I always end up with fucked-up men. Which is why I’ve chosen my profession. If I can’t figure out how to fix myself then who can?
He drags his boxers down his powerful thighs, and his cock springs free. Good gawd, he’s huge. A shiver of excitement races up my spine. He slides his thick head between my ass cheeks then across my center, and every nerve ending throbs with anticipation.
“Good, drenched and ready, just like I’d imagined it.”
I slant him a teasing grin. “Naughty Dante, you’ve imagined fucking me?”
A dark laugh tumbles from those pouty lips. “Only every damn night, sweetheart.” He grabs a handful of my ass and kneads the sensitive skin. “Now spread your legs wide for me like a good girl.” He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh, and I clench in anticipation. His finger dips inside me, and I roll my hips for him, so my clit brushes his palm. “You feel so good,” he groans as he curls his finger inside me. “That sweet pussy is just begging for my cock.”
