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“You are awfully quiet.” Dante rubs the back of his neck nervously.
My eyes widen. I’ve been knocked speechless. “It’s… I…” I take a breath and center myself. “I was thinking about how I recognized you too. I… It kind of scares me though. What if I mess it all up?”
“If we are both truly honest with ourselves and with each other, can we mess it up?” he asks.
“I guess it makes it harder to,” I agree.
Dante pulls me closer and kisses my temple. “If thisisall too much, we can just watch TV and order room service.”
I tilt my head back and slide my hands around his neck, drawing my fingers through his silky black hair.
Dante leans down and claims my lips, and I gasp as my body awakens to his grazing touches down my curves. My knees are weak as he shows me what kissing is supposed to be like.
All the fools I kissed before were bumbling boors.
My blood is on fire, and it lights up all my erogenous zones. I’m panting, and we haven’t even made it to the bed.
Holy big O, Batman.
“Batman?” Dante asks.
I giggle, which is so unlike me. “Shit, did I say that out loud?”
“Yeah. It was cute,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice, mimicking the masked vigilante.
My ovaries explode. “I can safely say that you rev my batmobile,” I say breathlessly.
He grinds his hips into me, and his hardness pokes my stomach. “Same here.”
I slowly unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. I need to pace myself, or I might spontaneously combust.
My hands skim the hard planes of his chiseled chest and the contours of his powerful arms.
He scoops my shirt over my head and tosses it on a chair. Then his fingers follow the line of my bra, from straps to cleavage, causing goosebumps to appear and my nipples to harden.
He kicks off his slip-on shoes. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, then he shoves them down and tosses his clothes onto the chair too.
I take a moment to appreciate the pronounced bulge in his underwear, licking my lips and tugging on his waistband.
“Hey, you have more clothes on than I do,” he complains.
I glance at my offending pants before I push them down my curvy legs and step out of them.
Dante has seen me in far less. He’s seen me naked. He even held me all night while I was nude, however, I never felt so exposed before now. My soul is bared for him to see.
He gazes at me with longing, like a starved man desperate for forbidden fruit.
Do I have that same look on my face?
His hands cradle my head, and he kisses me again, cherishing me and this moment. It’s sweet and painful and expansive and vulnerable.
He trails his kisses down my neck and along the tops of my breasts where the bra cups stop.
“Please, take it off.” I arch my back.
Dante swiftly unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks, cupping my ass with his hands.
I groan, needing more, running my hand along his hardness.
