failed
attempt to stop the shaking that seized her again.
Dante was beside her in an instant, pulling her from the
couch and holding her against his body. One arm banded around her as the other
stroked her hair. He tucked her head against his shoulder and made soothing
noises.
And for the first time since the discovery of Reed’s body,
her iron discipline fractured and the tears came.
Dante lifted her in his arms. He settled back in the
armchair, cradling her in his lap. Holding tight to him, warmed by his embrace,
she sobbed more tears than she thought it possible to have. Great gulping sobs
shook her and she cried until her throat ached and her eyes burned.
He continued to murmur comforting words, stroking her hair
with those lean fingers of his and nuzzling her forehead with his lips. The
force of her sobs faded at last, leaving her emotionally drained. She leaned
into his body and let the heat of it soothe her.
She wasn’t aware at just what point his touching moved from
comforting to arousing. Maybe when her nipples hardened and peaked against the
satin of her bra. Or when she suddenly realized her bikini panties were damp
with her juices. Or maybe when she felt the hard thickness of Dante’s
cock pressing into her bottom.
Obviously he wasn’t unaware, because he shifted her on his
lap, the movement rubbing her against his cock.
“I told you I should get the hell out of here,” he muttered
against her hair. “Last chance to kick my ass out the door.”
But that was the last thing on her mind.
Instead she settled deeper into his lap, clenching the
cheeks of her ass around the outline of his cock. He groaned and dipped his
head to take her mouth in a searing kiss.
And just like that, every sense and nerve ending zoomed to
full alert.
It was as if someone had flipped an On switch for both of
them, revving their bodies with the full strength of a powerful V-8 engine.
Dante’s lips were like flames as they moved over hers, his tongue like a
firebrand sweeping into her mouth. She was hot inside and out, the sheer feel
of him kicking up the pulse in every one of her erogenous zones.
She slid her fingers against his cheeks, with their late
afternoon stubble, and into the rich silk of his hair. She dove into the kiss
as if she were parched and it was the only thing to quench her thirst. And
maybe it was. Maybe this was what she’d been craving for such a long time.
Her tongue danced with his, dueled with it as she sucked his
deep into her mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding his head in
place as much as he was holding hers. She gave a small cry when his lips left
hers but then he was sliding them across her cheek, down her neck, up to her
ear, where he bit lightly on that so-sensitive spot. A moan vibrated against
her throat.
Dante’s hands stroked over her while his lips warmed her
skin with kisses and his teeth nipped at her neck and ears. His tongue traced
the shell of each ear again and again before he dipped his head to lick the
hollow of her throat, pressing against the powerful throbbing of her pulse.
She moaned in protest when he removed his hands from her
body but then in the next moment, he had her sweater up and over her head and
tossed to the floor. His lips wrapped around a nipple, drawing the bud and the
satin fabric covering it into his mouth. He suckled hard, drawing cries from
her that rose up from deep inside her body.
One hand cupped the other breast, kneading and squeezing as
he worked magic with his lips and teeth. Electricity crackled through her
veins, heating her blood. She rocked back and forth over his rigid shaft, his
teeth biting down harder and his grip on her breast contracting in response.
Her skin was on fire, her nerves sizzling. In a frenzy of
need, she reached back to unsnap her bra and drop it to the floor, but that
wasn’t enough. She pushed his head away from her body, reached for the bottom
of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Then she pushed her
attempt to stop the shaking that seized her again.
Dante was beside her in an instant, pulling her from the
couch and holding her against his body. One arm banded around her as the other
stroked her hair. He tucked her head against his shoulder and made soothing
noises.
And for the first time since the discovery of Reed’s body,
her iron discipline fractured and the tears came.
Dante lifted her in his arms. He settled back in the
armchair, cradling her in his lap. Holding tight to him, warmed by his embrace,
she sobbed more tears than she thought it possible to have. Great gulping sobs
shook her and she cried until her throat ached and her eyes burned.
He continued to murmur comforting words, stroking her hair
with those lean fingers of his and nuzzling her forehead with his lips. The
force of her sobs faded at last, leaving her emotionally drained. She leaned
into his body and let the heat of it soothe her.
She wasn’t aware at just what point his touching moved from
comforting to arousing. Maybe when her nipples hardened and peaked against the
satin of her bra. Or when she suddenly realized her bikini panties were damp
with her juices. Or maybe when she felt the hard thickness of Dante’s
cock pressing into her bottom.
Obviously he wasn’t unaware, because he shifted her on his
lap, the movement rubbing her against his cock.
“I told you I should get the hell out of here,” he muttered
against her hair. “Last chance to kick my ass out the door.”
But that was the last thing on her mind.
Instead she settled deeper into his lap, clenching the
cheeks of her ass around the outline of his cock. He groaned and dipped his
head to take her mouth in a searing kiss.
And just like that, every sense and nerve ending zoomed to
full alert.
It was as if someone had flipped an On switch for both of
them, revving their bodies with the full strength of a powerful V-8 engine.
Dante’s lips were like flames as they moved over hers, his tongue like a
firebrand sweeping into her mouth. She was hot inside and out, the sheer feel
of him kicking up the pulse in every one of her erogenous zones.
She slid her fingers against his cheeks, with their late
afternoon stubble, and into the rich silk of his hair. She dove into the kiss
as if she were parched and it was the only thing to quench her thirst. And
maybe it was. Maybe this was what she’d been craving for such a long time.
Her tongue danced with his, dueled with it as she sucked his
deep into her mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding his head in
place as much as he was holding hers. She gave a small cry when his lips left
hers but then he was sliding them across her cheek, down her neck, up to her
ear, where he bit lightly on that so-sensitive spot. A moan vibrated against
her throat.
Dante’s hands stroked over her while his lips warmed her
skin with kisses and his teeth nipped at her neck and ears. His tongue traced
the shell of each ear again and again before he dipped his head to lick the
hollow of her throat, pressing against the powerful throbbing of her pulse.
She moaned in protest when he removed his hands from her
body but then in the next moment, he had her sweater up and over her head and
tossed to the floor. His lips wrapped around a nipple, drawing the bud and the
satin fabric covering it into his mouth. He suckled hard, drawing cries from
her that rose up from deep inside her body.
One hand cupped the other breast, kneading and squeezing as
he worked magic with his lips and teeth. Electricity crackled through her
veins, heating her blood. She rocked back and forth over his rigid shaft, his
teeth biting down harder and his grip on her breast contracting in response.
Her skin was on fire, her nerves sizzling. In a frenzy of
need, she reached back to unsnap her bra and drop it to the floor, but that
wasn’t enough. She pushed his head away from her body, reached for the bottom
of his shirt and yanked it over his head. Then she pushed her
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