Chapter Four
This was beyond foolish, totally stupid, and so damn needed, Lauren didn’t want to consider the consequences.
She snuggled into Dante, craving his heat, scent, and mouth. His lips were ungodly soft, his cheeks so bristly the stubble scoured her skin, intensifying his masculinity and heightening everything female about her. For the first time in her life, Lauren felt dainty. She cupped his head and drove her tongue deep into his mouth.
Dante growled. He not only participated in their kiss, he fucking claimed her, his arm around her waist, his caress tight enough to prove she wasn’t going anywhere.
She’d have to be crazy to want to escape. She kissed him with wild abandon.
His tongue pushed hers aside so his could fill her mouth. A faint coffee scent lingered on his breath. His skin smelled clean and musky.
Heat poured through her, curled in her stomach, and dipped lower, weakening her legs. She sagged into him.
Protective and possessive, he supported her weight, his passion matching hers. There was no hesitation, only hunger. He squeezed her breast and thumbed her nipple.
The tip tightened enough to hurt. The ache felt good. Needed. Her tongue danced with his, and she ground against his cock.
He made eager, shameless sounds that fueled her desire. Their kiss evolved from out of control to beyond anything Lauren had ever known. She stroked his shoulders, biceps, and back, greedy to experience as much of him as she could.
Dante touched her everywhere.
On a strained groan, he pulled his mouth free and lifted his face to the ceiling, gulping air. His chest bumped hers.
Lauren was transfixed by his Adam’s apple. She loved how it bobbed from his hard swallow. The stubble on his throat was hotter than sin. She licked those short, dark hairs and suckled his neck.
A lewd noise rumbled from Dante and mingled with the music. The Spanish guitars were gone, replaced by a sultry Cuban beat that spoke of tropical nights, fevered kisses, and balmy air scented with sex.
Lauren’s ears buzzed. She nestled closer.
Dante whispered something in Spanish that she didn’t understand. Didn’t matter. His actions spoke volumes.
He cupped her ass and pulled her into his rock-hard cock. His hair brushed her neck, tickling her.
How she adored that.
He trailed kisses from her cheek to her temple, then to her ear. After licking her lobe, he worked his tongue inside.
The wet warmth undid her, stealing her breath and thoughts. She wilted against him, wanting every intimate and carnal act that he’d be willing to share with her.
He suckled her throat.
His mouth and tongue left heated bursts in their wake.
She gasped in pleasure, gripped his tee, and twisted the stretchy fabric, wanting to tear it from him.
He pressed his mouth to her ear. “You all right?”
Too lost in the moment to speak, she nodded.
“Good.” He pulled her away from the wall and slung her over his shoulder.
Lauren yelped and gripped his ass for support. His solid muscles flexed beneath her fingers. If she could have vocalized her delight, she would have let out a crude, wanton moan.
Despite her weight, Dante easily strode down the hall toward the back room. Visions of melting Dove Bars filled Lauren’s brain. Maybe he’d had the same fantasy about her. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” He ran his hand over her ass, his thumb on her cleft. “Yet.”
If she got any wetter, she’d embarrass herself. She dropped her head. His tee smelled nice but was no match for the thrilling male fragrance beneath.
He carried her inside his workstation, a detour she hadn’t expected, and kicked the door closed. Metal clacked against metal.
He’d thrown the lock.
Her heart beat triple time.
Dante set Lauren on her feet.
Unsteady, she staggered back.
He gripped her wrist to keep her from falling and stared at her. Unmasked delight and pure wonder filled his face.
This was really happening. The truth was so welcome and outrageous that the room lurched.
Dizzy, Lauren lowered her face.
Dante stroked her wrist. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
She’d never be that way again, not after knowing him. Thankfully, she’d have some dynamite memories once this was over, which it would be. Guys like him never ended up with women like her. That alone should have had her bolting for the exit. But if she did, this moment would be over. And she wouldn’t give up this experience for anything. She would take what he had to offer, and when he finally moved on, she’d always have the memory. It would be enough. It had to be. She answered his question with a nod.
Dante released her wrist.
She immediately missed his touch and warmth. Wanting both back, she summoned up her courage and said, “I’m ready for anything. Bring. It. On.”
“Oh yeah?” His smile turned wolfish. “Get naked.”
Shocking heat hit Lauren harder than a slap. She was sure her face and throat flushed scarlet.
If Dante noticed, he didn’t let on. He lifted his eyebrows. “Now.”
She tried to swallow but couldn’t. The spit in her mouth had dried up.
Dante propped one shoulder against the door and waited for what Lauren guessed was her coming striptease.
Painfully aware of her physical shortcomings, she offered a better suggestion. “We’ll undress together.” Couldn’t take him long. He wore nothing except a tee, jeans, possibly briefs, and sandals. His long toes were incredible.
“Uh-uh.” He undressed her with his eyes, loitering on her boobs and mound. “In here—in this—you’re no longer my boss.”
She didn’t want to be. “Fine. Go for it.”
“I intend to, and you’ll obey. Trust me, you don’t want to be bad.”
Her legs went watery. “Why?”
“You tell me.”
She made a wild guess. “You’ll discipline me?”
He couldn’t have looked more ready or willing. “You like spanking?”
With him, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t love. The few guys she’d hooked up with had never wanted her as Dante seemed to. “You bet.”
He smiled lazily. “This is going to be fun.”
Lauren had no doubt. For more than two weeks, she’d fantasized about him spanking her. Still, she didn’t want to come off as being too easy. Hell, she wanted to play with him as he did with her. “That’s if I say yes. What if I say no?”
He regarded her closely. Shameless lust flared in his eyes, revealing his naked need. Beneath it, mischief flashed and added to his irresistible charm.
The Cuban piece ended. Muted trumpets replaced it. The throaty strains encouraged base pleasure.
Dante’s rich complexion darkened with desire. He stepped away from the door and spoke with authority. “Say no, then. I want to hear it.”
At this point, talking wasn’t a possibility for her. Feigning confidence, she arched one eyebrow.
Dante crowded her as he had in the hall.
This time Lauren didn’t step back. She couldn’t move, breathe, or think.
He stroked her bottom lip.
It tingled as it never had before. She forced herself not to tremble. This was some game, maybe foreplay in his world, and she loved it.
He cupped her mound.
She shot to her toes from his brash touch.
He radiated confidence and rough need. “Agreed?” He stroked the denim between her legs.
She gasped and hadn’t a clue what he was talking about but liked this. “Hell yeah.”
He fought laughter. His shoulders shook with his struggle. “You’re sure?”
“Aren’t you?”
His delighted roar filled the room. “Fucking A. I’ve been waiting for this since you waltzed into the parlor and claimed everything here for yourself, including me.”
He gave her a heated look filled with sin.
Lauren couldn’t find words.
Dante dropped his hand and stepped back. “Strip. Now. Slowly, so I can take everything in for as long as I want.”
Beneath fluorescent lights no less. Even a newborn would look bad in the harsh glare, while she… Lauren was horny, not crazy. She tried to joke. “Or what? You’ll tear off my clothes?”
“Would you like that?”
Mischief sparkled in his eyes. He was playing with her, and she adored it. In all her years, she had never had a chance to flirt with a guy. No wonder other women lived for it. She forced herself to put on a kittenish act and hoped he wouldn’t laugh. “What do you think?”
“It’s not what I think. It’s what I know. I’ll paddle you later for disobeying. Right now, I intend to watch the show you’re going to give me.” He crossed his arms. His biceps bulged. “Go on. I want you to strip, no matter how long it takes. I have all night. So do you.”
Lauren’s cheeks stung. She didn’t know how to begin or if she could go through with this. It was one thing for him to rip off her tee, jeans, and underwear. The frenzy would keep his attention on the prize, which was his cock deep within her sheath.
It was another matter for him to scrutinize her nudity. She wasn’t built like Jasmina or a high-fashion model. She actually had hips, thighs, and an ass. An ancient culture might have worshipped her voluptuous figure. In this one, she’d always been the plump girl.
That Dante wanted. For the moment, at least. No telling what he’d do once he got what he craved.
Strangely enough, cold, hard reality forced Lauren toward pleasure and beyond. This might be her only chance with him, and she didn’t want to screw it up. She toed off her sneakers and kicked them aside.
The rubber soles tapped the tile but didn’t pull Dante’s attention from her nipples. The tips were so erect they hurt—but in a good way. She lifted her shirt hem.
“No. Lose the jeans first.” His voice had dropped several octaves. “And your panties.”
He wasn’t going to make this easy, and the challenge excited her. Tension left her slightly dizzy and sweating. She slipped her jeans button through its slot and lowered her fly. The metal rasp sounded loud even with the trumpets wailing away.
She gathered as much poise as she could manage and pushed her jeans past her hips to her knees. On a soft whoosh, the garment fell to her ankles.
Daunted, she waited for Dante’s reaction.
He didn’t frown or show disappointment as she’d feared. If anything, the bulge between his legs seemed to have grown bigger and harder.
Goose bumps rose on her arms. The cold breath of the air conditioner chilled her damp crotch.
He gestured. “Go on. Now. No more delays.”
His demand was her wish come true. She leaned against the convertible chair he’d used to ink that partially naked woman. The furniture was still in a full reclining position, long and wide enough to use as a bed. Him on top of her, inside her.
Breathless with need, Lauren stepped away from her jeans and kicked them aside. She touched the lace waistband of her panties. Thankfully, she’d worn a nice pair today. A bikini-cut in pale blue, pretty and feminine.
Dante’s color rose. He shifted.
Lauren caught a meager breath. Anything larger was impossible. She eased her panties down, coaxed them to her ankles, then lost her nerve and remained crouched over.
A restless noise poured from Dante.
Forcing herself to be bold, she straightened and presented herself to him.
He stared at her dark blond curls, damp with her readiness for him. Eager for every fucking thing he wanted to do.
Lauren stepped out of her panties.
Like a man possessed, he grabbed them, held the delicate fabric to his nose, and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.
He moaned passionately.
Her heart turned over at his reaction and how intimate he’d made the moment. Liking her fragrance. Desiring her.
Heartened, Lauren pulled off her tee and tossed it. The top landed on a chair. She shed her bra and dropped it at his feet. Cool air fell from the ceiling vent. Her already tightened nipples constricted further. Nude except for her scant makeup and socks, she faced Dante, wanting his full approval but warning herself not to hope for it.
His broad grin lit up his face. “Damn, you’re awesome. More beautiful than I’d imagined.”
She couldn’t believe he’d actually fantasized about her body. “You like big women?”
Dante’s smile turned into a puzzled frown. “What are you talking about? You’re not big. You’re just right.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Quiet. No more talk like that.”
Whatever he wanted. She was a realist, not a masochist.
He pointed. “What are you doing?”
She stopped easing off her right sock. “Stripping.”
“Not that. I like the socks. They’re cute. Face the mirror.”
Lauren looked over but avoided her reflection. She wasn’t that brave yet, no matter his numerous compliments. The mirror covered the wall. When the chair was in an upright position, it swiveled to face the glass, allowing the ladies to see the magic Dante created as he inked their breasts, tummies, or legs. If they’d requested a tat on their asses or back, they were out of luck as far as a good view went. However, when it came to him touching them… “While I face the mirror, where do you intend to be? Undressing, I hope?”
“Nope.” Lightly, he gripped Lauren’s naked shoulders and turned her around. The mirror caught her full-frontal nudity. It registered briefly before she glanced away.
His hands glided down her chest and covered her boobs.
His touch electrified her in a way she hadn’t believed possible. Heat, expectation, and joy glided through her, making her outrageously weak and desperate to lose herself in his strength and warmth.
He brushed his lips over her ear. “This is where I’ll be.”
She relaxed against him, her face lifted, eyes closed.
He stopped thumbing her nipples. “Look at yourself. Watch what I’m doing to you.”
She pulled in her shoulders. An inadequate defense to shield herself. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Lauren couldn’t admit to him how bad she looked. Her uncertainty about her appearance was too personal and humiliating. A reaction drummed into her during countless insults from classmates. Girls during middle school, even her BFF who sided with the bullies so she wouldn’t be picked on. Then in high school, the boys had joined in, not wanting a fat chick to ruin their reputations for being cool and demanding only the best when it came to a girlfriend. “Because I don’t want to.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Around him, she wasn’t certain of anything.
He kissed her temple and caressed her gently.
His tenderness did more for her weary heart and doubt than anything he might have said. “I guess I could try.”
“No rush. Take your time.”
If she did that, they’d both be eligible for Medicare before anything happened.
“How about I start?” He ran his hand over her belly to her curls and lower. Gently, he stroked her cleft, slippery with arousal.
Delight slammed into her, making her ears rings. “More.”
“It’s better if you look.”
“In a sec.”
“Okay.” He stopped touching her.
Lauren grabbed his wrist. It was so thick she couldn’t circle it completely. His strength easily kept her from dragging his hand back between her legs.
“Watch.” He pointed at the mirror. “Please.”
She surrendered and focused on him.
He winked. “That’s a start.” His gaze traveled south to her nudity.
Lauren wanted to run and cursed herself for being horribly self-conscious. She should have shrugged off the bullying during middle and high school. Too late now.
Braced for the worst, she lifted her eyes and regarded her reflection. This time she didn’t turn away. Couldn’t. She looked way better than she’d expected. Was this how Dante saw her? Next to him, she was actually pretty small.
His pleased smile matched hers. He fondled her breasts roughly, dipped to her cleft, and separated her soft folds.
They were so sensitive, each stroke from him traveled outward to reach every part of her. A pleased cry bubbled up and caught in her throat, too tight for her to release any sound.
As he played with her, he suckled her shoulder, his heat and scent astonishingly nice.
She softened against him, not questioning how he’d trapped her wrists in one hand and held them to her chest. Using his foot, he guided her to spread her legs. Once she had, he positioned his feet so she couldn’t bring hers together, and then he brushed her clit.
Feelings too incredible to withstand thrummed through her.
Lauren sucked in a breath. She was unbelievably ready for this. One more stroke would make her blast off.
Rather than touching her nub, Dante circled it.
Her breathing quieted, and she closed her eyes.
“No, I want you to look.”
Her cheeks were rosy, nipples tight as could be, his hand between her legs. No image could surpass that for beauty.
He rubbed her delicately, teasingly, just enough to drive her nuts.
Lauren’s knees wobbled. She squirmed.
He tightened his hold. His feet stopped her from bringing her legs together. He’d trapped her well.
And used her brazenly.
He stroked her opening and the area around her clit. He fingered her curls and returned to her nub, keeping her off-balance, drawing out her pleasure.
Tension built and settled in her mound. It felt congested, dying for relief. Her climax edged close.
Dante stopped rubbing her.
The miraculous feelings evaporated.
He started anew.
Pleasure she couldn’t adequately describe rocketed through her.
He paused again.
She wanted to scream. “Let me come, please.”
Dante suckled her neck and ran his damp fingers across her belly. Her skin quivered. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and plucked them.
Her knees sagged.
He circled her navel, surveying its contours, and touched every intimate part she owned except the one that mattered.
Perspiration slid down Lauren’s temple. Her heart slammed into her chest and snatched what breath she had left. “Come on. Rub my clit.”
Dante kissed her cheek. “No. You’ve been bad.”
“I looked in the stupid mirror.”
“You made me wait, and now I’m going to do the same with you.”
By not letting her come? This was worse than dieting.
Slowly, maddeningly, Dante worked back to her clit and rubbed it once.
It was too much and not enough. Playing his game, she suppressed a shiver and didn’t react.
He paused and stroked her again.
Wondrous delight flowed from her nub to her inner thighs, her belly, and boobs, making her hot and hornier, but she didn’t let on.
He rubbed longer, harder, quicker.
Lauren not only fought him, she battled her own craving, eager to prolong the exquisite expectation before she came.
Dante was as determined.
Her climax edged close and roared through her unexpectedly, a perfect complement to the earthy salsa that played. Deep within her, a pulse kept time with the music. Pleasure built to an intolerable level, then drifted away, leaving her panting and weak.
Dante held her with more affection than she’d come to expect from a guy. At least the few she’d been with.
He kissed the mole near her mouth. “Good?”
An erotic romance writer couldn’t have staged the scene better. Maybe that’s what he’d done before working here. “God, yeah.” She gulped air. “More.”
With a sexy smile, he bent her at the waist over the convertible chair. “Lift your ass.”
…
Lauren not only did what Dante wanted, she flaunted her nudity.
He liked that and her trust that he wouldn’t judge her. Most women he knew had no trouble in that department. Convinced they looked great, they ditched their duds, crawled all over him, then played hard and dirty. They’d provided blessed relief and wicked fun but little else. He hadn’t been any more important to them than they’d been to him.
They weren’t Lauren.
It hurt to see her embarrassment when she’d glanced at her reflection. She couldn’t have given him a better gift than when she’d smiled because she finally saw herself as she really was, an incredibly beautiful woman. Why would a gorgeous babe like Lauren feel like she wasn’t good enough? Had an old boyfriend told her she wasn’t hot? Only a jerk would beat a woman’s self-confidence down like that. A creep who didn’t deserve someone like her. Her figure was one a man could get lost in—her soft, sensuous curves washing away the day-to-day crap, exciting and satisfying, then ultimately draining a guy’s strength in bed.
He couldn’t feast on her enough and needed to bury his cock in her so badly his clothes felt too tight, his rod and nuts wanting out.
Ignoring his lewd needs, Dante took his time. He wanted Lauren to feel how stunningly naked she was and to relish it as he did. Her plush ass was a man’s fervent desire. The furrow between her cheeks sexier than sin. Her anus intriguing. Her warm cleft the home he wanted and needed.
Her damp curls and engorged lips welcomed him.
His throat tightened.
Lauren lifted her face and watched him in the mirror. Her blush returned.
Dante hoped it was from excitement, not unease. He pretended not to notice her quiet scrutiny while he did the same with her, settling on her socks.
They were the same blue tint as her panties and had tiny white roses embroidered on them. Sweet and surprisingly provocative. His balls plumped.
He stepped to her side, observed her at his leisure, feeling like a lord of the manor, and rested his palm on her waist.
She stilled and eased into him.
Precisely what he wanted. He stroked her silky skin.
Her lids grew heavy. She made a soft, wanting noise.
The best music ever. “Comfortable?”
“Oh yeah.”
“You’re not falling asleep, are you?”
She giggled. “No. You?”
He’d never been more alert, acutely aware of every sound Lauren made, how she smelled, her skin’s smooth texture. “What do you think?”
She regarded the weighty package between his legs. She got another of the dreamy looks that he loved. Her happiness meant everything and made him feel more like a man than if he’d battled an invading horde or made a zillion bucks. That was unimportant shit. Reaching beneath the surface to touch her heart and soul was what mattered.
She met his eyes. “Aren’t you ever going to get naked?” A faint frown creased her forehead. “You do know you need to do that, right?”
Laughter gurgled in his throat. Dante fought it. “You really like being bad.”
Lauren gave him a sly smile. “Maybe.”
She was definitely ready for a game they’d both enjoy. He clamped his hand on her waist and pressed down to give her a small taste of his strength. “Don’t try to wiggle away. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”
“You mean you’ll never undress?”
He laughed and sobered quickly. “Don’t talk, either, or make any sounds.”
“Ever?”
Dante ground his fist into his forehead.
She grinned at him in the mirror. “You’re sure you want me to be a good girl?”
“Let’s see.” He slapped her ass.
A startled cry tore from her. She moaned.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Appalled, he rubbed her back. “Hey, are you all right?”
“No. You stopped. Do it again.” She wiggled her butt.
He lowered his face to hide his smile. This was his damn show. In here, doing this, he was supposed to be in fucking charge. “I’m the Master. Or Dom, if you prefer. Remember?”
Lauren got a sheepish look. “Sorry. I’ll be good.”
“No, you won’t.”
Her grin matched his. “You catch on quick, don’t—”
He paddled the words from her. The cracks came in quick succession, hard enough to pink up her ass and make her breathless. Lust blurred her eyes.
Dante stroked her cleft. Those precious folds were damper than they’d been earlier.
She was more than ready for him. He wasn’t sorry about that. Another few minutes and he would have bellowed or cried in pain. He pulled condoms from a side drawer.
Lauren stared at the foil packets, surprise on her face.
Before she got the wrong idea about him screwing customers in here, Dante showed her what else he had stashed: a comb, electric shaver, toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, extra cash, grocery coupons.
Oddly enough, when he’d lifted the coupons, she smiled—her wonder, excitement, and trust returned.
There was no damn way he’d ever abuse her faith in him. He liked and respected her too much. Beneath her cautious manner, passion and fire burned. She also owned an incredibly good heart. Dante figured it killed her not to pay Jasmina and Van Gogh what they were worth. He sensed Lauren would starve before she took any of his salary or even agreed to a loan.
She was a fine woman but frowning now.
“What?”
“I’m not telling you what to do, however—”
“Wait. Since when aren’t you being bossy?”
She conceded with a nod. “This’ll be the last time.”
He laughed, not believing her in the least.
Didn’t seem to faze her at all. “It might be a good idea if you take off your clothes. So you can put on one of those rubbers.”
He pretended to think about that, then pushed his face into hers. Lauren’s breath whispered against his lips. So warm and sweet smelling, Dante got dizzy. He shook his head, clearing it. “Didn’t you say I’m supposed to ink my clients through their clothes?”
“Only the women. I told you it was all right to work on naked guys.”
“I prefer to work on you.”
Her face lit up. “You’re going to give me a tat now?” She wore an innocent look. “That’s what the rubbers are for? To protect me from the tattooing needle?”
“I had something much thicker in mind.”
A new flush crept up her throat and touched her already rosy cheeks. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
He dropped the condoms on the convertible chair and toed off his sandals.
Lauren’s attention was riveted on his groin.
She’d have that in time and for as long as she wanted.
He pulled off his tee and tossed it on hers.
She drank in his dark brown nipples and pecs, the tats on his biceps and the one on his side. It depicted a stylized falcon in flight that reached from his armpit to his waist. The hidden design he’d alluded to the first day when she’d shown up dressed like a nun, ready to take charge.
Because she owned everything in this place, including him.
He pushed his jeans and stretchy boxers down. His cock sprang out, ready for action.
Lauren gawked at his hairy groin, rigid rod, and plump balls as if she’d never seen a man before.
She let out a low, longing sigh.
He got harder. Plowing into her and fucking her senseless didn’t seem like enough suddenly. He warned himself to take it easy and make her crave this even more, as he did. His pulse galloped.
He opened a foil packet.
“Move closer, please.” Her voice couldn’t have been softer.
The hunger behind her words did wicked things to him, making him feel a hundred feet tall yet weaker than a baby. Dante stepped out of his clothes and obliged.
Lauren leaned over and buried her face in his dark curls.
His lust kicked into overdrive, and his muscles tensed. Heat raced across his skin.
She licked his shaft.
Brutal need shot through him. He choked on his saliva and coughed. “Hell no.” He stumbled away.
“Come back here.” She waved him closer. “Let me take you inside my mouth. I promise it won’t hurt.”
If she kept tonguing his cock, she’d kill him. Dante was so fucking primed, one more stroke and he’d lose it, embarrassing himself and disappointing her. “Later.”
“Promise?”
He stopped rolling the silky latex down his rod, uncertain whether she was playing with him or not. “Sure. After I do you in ways you can’t imagine.”
She beamed. “Show me.”
What he had in mind for her would take far more than just tonight. Hell, there was no end to what he had to have. “This first.” He finished with the rubber and settled between her legs.
She craned her neck and watched him in the mirror.
He ran his crown over her slick folds. There wasn’t a thing on God’s good earth that was more inviting. His breath rushed out.
Lauren’s eyes grew glassy, her desire clear and enticing.
He gave her one last warning. “Get ready, baby.”
“Go for it.”
He entered her in one solid thrust, burying his shaft to the hilt in her tight, heated sheath. For a second, his heart stopped.
She purred.
He liked the sound and everything else about her. To say she was deliciously snug and fucking hot didn’t come close to reality. She hugged his rod, giving it shelter, a safe harbor. Longing, bliss, and coarse need mingled with such intensity that he feared he’d explode.
She’d conquered him too easily when he shouldn’t have allowed it. She had a life she wanted back, working in the corporate world he loathed and couldn’t abide. He’d turned his back on the past, comfortable with what he’d chosen here. It was his future.
For her, this was no more than a temporary layover.
That truth didn’t stop him. He held her hips and pumped slowly. His thick rod slid in and out of her sheath, the hard column slippery from her arousal. It was such an awesome spectacle he slowed, wanting Lauren to experience his cock’s lazy slide, its rigidity and heat, his undeniable passion.
She whispered something he didn’t catch. The faraway look on her face reminded him of how he must have appeared when he lost his virginity as a kid. Tonight was going to be light years better. Now he knew how to rock and roll. He picked up his pace.
Air hissed through Lauren’s teeth.
Not good enough. Dante wanted everything from her. He rubbed her clit.
She babbled something and tightened around his shaft.
The room spun. Dante fought his pressing need, determined to see to hers first. He tensed his muscles until they burned. Sweat ran down his torso and back. He did math equations in his head to keep her satiny warmth from overwhelming him.
Lauren fisted her fingers. She tightened around his cock and squeezed him in rhythm to his thrusts.
On a strangled gasp, Dante pounded into her as fast as he could and rubbed her clit as quickly, driven to give her a ride she’d never get from another man.