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“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your date?” Altiere asks finally, his eyes flicking towards me again, and Dante’s hand tightens on my waist.
“No.” Just the one word, even more clipped than before.
“Mm.” Altiere’s gaze lingers on me. “Pity. You chose a lovely date. Not exactly as pedigreed as she should be, though, is she?”
Istiffen at that, and I see a muscle twitch in Dante’s jaw. Altiere must read something in his face, because he puts his hands up jokingly, taking a step back.
“My, you old-school mafiosos are so touchy. It was a joke, Campano.”
Dante’s jaw tightens. “The joke is that you think you belong here, Altiere.”
A dark look, so quick that I almost miss it, flashes over Altiere’s face. “Well, it’s time for me to findmydate again, I think. I’ll see you around.” His gaze flicks between Dante and me, so quickly that I can’t be entirely sure which one of us he’s speaking to. And then he turns, striding away.
“What was that?” I breathe, the moment he’s far enough away not to hear my whisper. “Does he have a problem with you?”
“It’s nothing to worry about.” But Dante’s hand makes small circles on my back, an almost anxious gesture.
“Are you sure?” I bite my lip. “Should we leave?”
“It’s fine,” Dante assures me, but his gaze is still on the other man’s back as he walks away. “Let’s go get some air.”
“Okay.” I still have that unsettled feeling, but I brush it off, walking with him as we head to a flight of stairs. Dante leads me up three flights and to a door that takes us out onto a wide balcony, the glittering view of Los Angeles just beyond it.
“This is incredible.” I walk to the edge of the balcony, my hands on the railing as I look out. “This whole night has felt like I’m in a movie.”
“You’re as gorgeous as any actress in Hollywood.” Dante comes up to stand behind me, his glass of cognac still in one hand. His fingers brush against the small of my back, tracing up the bare skin of my spine, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip to quell the moan that nearly slips out.
“That’s very flattering.” I swallow hard, trying to breathe as his hand rises between my shoulder blades. He makes me feel dizzy with want, feelings flooding me that I didn’t even know were possible.
“It’s true.” His fingers slide beneath my hair, brushing the nape of my neck. “If this were a movie, what do you think we’d be doing right now?”
Exactly this.It’s all a fantasy, all something thathasto be over when the credits roll, but right now, I don’t want it to end. I turn towards him, feeling the light, warm breeze ruffle the silk of my dress against my legs as I look up at the gorgeous man who has somehow captivated me despite my best efforts.
“I think—” I let my gaze drop to his mouth, my teeth grazing over my lower lip. “I think you’d probably kiss me.”
Dante’s eyes lock onto mine. “Gladly.”
His hand presses against the small of my back, drawing me in as he sets down his glass on the balcony. His other hand reaches up, brushing a lock of hair away from my face, and his gaze holds mine, every second that he moves towards me until the moment when his head dips, and his mouth brushes over my lips.
This time, Idomoan. I can’t help it. The sound escapes against his lips, my back bowing as I arch into his touch, and Dante’s answering groan sounds almost as if he’s in pain.
His hand touches my thigh, fingers drawing upwards as his mouth ghosts over mine again, teasing. Everything is light, soft, making me ache and squirm, making me admit that I want so much more.
“Emma.” He breathes my name against my lips as his fingers reach the top of my dress’s slit, slipping beneath it. His tongue slides over my lower lip—and then his hand slides beneath my dress.
When his fingers find the bare flesh between my thighs, he sucks in a breath like a drowning man gasping for air. “Oh, little bird,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding along the crease of my inner thigh. “I had no idea you were so good at following instructions.”
“I’m not, usually.” The words come out breathless. His lips are still touching mine, and his fingers slide along the seam of my pussy, not delving between my folds just yet. If he did, I know he would find out just how wet I already am. “But maybe I was hoping this would happen.”
“What?” A smirk crosses his lips. “This?”
And then his fingers delve between the lips of my pussy, and I have to grab onto his shoulders to keep my knees from buckling.
His middle finger sinks inside of me, curling as his thumb presses against my clit, effortlessly holding me in place as his mouth crashes down on mine. I cling to him, frozen, a tide of sensations battering me as I gasp and force myself not to buck on his hand as his middle finger glides in and out of me with ease. His thumb presses down, making slow circles, and I let out another gasping moan.
“Someone will hear you, little bird.” Dante turns, spinning me so that my back is to the railing.
I close my eyes, trying to gather my racing thoughts. His hand is still working steadily between my thighs, and I have no doubt that if I slipped mine between us, I’d find him rock-hard and ready for me. I have the sudden, wild desire for him to lift me up and fuck me here, on the edge of the museum balcony with the city spread out beneath us, and that’s when I know I’ve truly lost my mind.
