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I briefly berate myself for not sticking to my guns and getting information out of him, but all the plans I’ve had go out the window as soon as our lips connect.
Dante’s fingers are in my hair, and we’re falling back, back. I should be scared. Feel off balance, maybe. But his strong presence and the heat of his body make me believe nothing bad will ever happen to me. Just like he said. There’s time to ask questions. Not now, though. Not when he nestles himself between my thighs, my red thong and his trousers the only thing between my centre and his hard length.
His tongue invades my mouth, his strokes hurried and hungry. Like he’s been waiting a long time to kiss me. We both have because it feels like eons since the last time his lips were on mine. For all the things he’s done to me, all the places he touched and cherished. All the things he said—this is only the second time he kissed me. And boy, was it worth all that wait, tension and frustration.
I moan under him, the gravity of what’s happening between us knocking down my walls.
“Alessa,” his lips separate from mine in a whisper before he dives back for more. “Fuck, baby,” he moans in between fevered kisses. And I know exactly what he means. Somehow, this feels like everything. Like the whole world couldcollapse right now but we’d stay like this, suspended in this perfect moment of need and despair. A precipice right before something unsure turns into more. Dante’s hands roam over the bare skin of my legs. Up and down, up and down, leaving a hot trail where our skin touched. For a second, he plays with the side of my thong, but instead of pulling it off, he skims past it, up the side of my body before he rips the scrap of the dress material that was still covering my boobs.
He pushes himself up, hovering above me as his eyes take in my body. He shakes his head as if out of a stupor. “Perfetta. Così dannatamente perfetta.1” The Italian words making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. He could be reciting his shopping list for all I know, and I’d still be melting into a puddle.
“Dante,” I whimper. Feeling exposed under him. Once again, I’m almost naked, and he’s fully clothed. If it wasn’t for the heat in his dark eyes I’d feel unsure, embarrassed. But the expression on his face, full of awe and need, has me reeling for the feel of his skin on mine.
“Cosa, mia bellissimaFata?2” he replies.
I reach for his face, pulling it down to mine and kissing him until I’m breathless, until his hips start moving against me, eliciting a languid moan when he hits just the right spot.
“I don’t know what you just said,” I gasp into his mouth. “But I need your clothes off, Dante. I want to feel you,” I mumble as he kisses the side of my lips, my jaw and down my neck, licking a path just beneath my ear that makes my toes curl, and my whole body shiver with pleasure.
Then he’s gone, my body cold and needy as I try to catch my breath. I keep my eyes closed for a second longer, terrified that, once again, he changed his mind and is about to leave me alone in his bedroom.
“Alessa.” His deep voice doesn’t sound like it’s by the door, ready to bid me goodbye, so I crack one eye open. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed except for his feet, which are now bare, his shoes and socks kicked off next to them on the floor.
“Mmm?” My gaze is glued to his perfectly pedicured toes.
“If you want me naked, then undress me,” he orders. And the command in his voice makes my nipples tighten.
Dante hums in approval. “You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”
I nod eagerly, not feeling any shame in letting this man take control. In fact, when Dante does it, it makes me feel safe. It makes me feel cherished and taken care of. “Come here,” he says firmly, extending his hand towards me. Placing my hand in his, I slide off the bed and stand in between his open legs in nothing but my red thong. He licks his lips, his eyes glazing over as he hungrily stares at my boobs. “Undress me.”
I let go of his hand and stroke his face, letting my fingers trail down his neck onto his chest before pushing them in between his shirt and jacket and leaning my torso into his face as I slide his jacket off. The groan that leaves his mouth as my nipple brushes his cheek has my thighs clenching at the rush of desire between my legs.
“Wait,” he says as I reach for the top button of his shirt, having discarded his expensive jacket to the floor.
I freeze, waiting to see if he changed his mind as he leans down to where the jacket lays on the floor and rummages for something in the inner pocket. Once he’s got it, he places a kiss on my hip and straightens back up. The phone in his hand lights up as he taps away for a few seconds before throwing it back on the floor. Tensing, I’m about to ask what the hell was that about when a thrum of abass guitar comes through hidden speakers in the room, the beat filling the space around us. “Continue,” Dante orders, putting my hands back on his chest before placing his on my hips, stroking circles round my exposed skin.
My breathing picks up as my shaking fingers fight with the buttons on his shirt, the task much harder since his hands are on me and his breath teases my aching nipples.
When I get to the bottom one, I have no patience for it any more and just yank it open, needy to see his sculpted chest and the angel tattoo once more.
“Impatient, are we?” he breathes as my fingers stroke up his chest before pulling the white shirt off and chucking it somewhere behind me.
“Very.” I lick my lips, going down to my knees in front of him, My fingers eagerly reaching for his belt.
“Fuck, baby,” his raspy voice propels my movements. Off. Those trousers need to be off. “You, on your knees in front of me. Licking your lips, just. Like. That.” His finger brushes against my mouth before dipping inside. I swirl my tongue around it, moaning at the taste, imagining I’m licking something else entirely, something I’m currently busy trying to free from his stupid trousers. “Jesus,” he growls. “Will you put those pretty lips around my cock, Alessa? Will you let me fuck your mouth?” I nod eagerly, turned on at the prospect of making him feel as good as he made me feel. His finger leaves my lips and grips the back of my head.
“I’ve never done it before,” I whisper, finally undoing the belt buckle, sliding the belt out of the loops and chucking it behind me, then eagerly reaching for the button on his trousers.
“Jesus fuck, Alessa,” he groans. “Will my cock be the first you’ve ever sucked?”
I bite my bottom lip, undoing the zipper and trying to yank his trousers off, to no avail. Dante lifts his hips, lettingme pull them down his legs until they’re pooled around his ankles.
“We’re on even keel now,” he says, motioning to his underwear, his cock straining to get out.
I reach for his boxers, but he grabs my wrist just as I’m about to pull at his waistband. My eyes snap to his.
“Not tonight, baby. Okay?”
