Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
She sighed and turned onto her side to look directly at me. “Careful Dante, you’re starting to scare me by being nice or complimenting me, or whatever this is. It’s terrifying.”
My brows dipped low and I leaned in closer. “I can be nice.”
Lucy laughed again as though I’d told a great joke. “Sure.”
“I can,” I insisted angrily.
She laughed so hard her shoulders shook with it, and as much as I wanted to be upset about it, I couldn’t help but smile at her joy even if it was at my expense. I couldn’t look away, and more than that, I couldn’t help myself as I leaned closer and closer until our lips touched, and fire sparked.
The kiss stalled her laughter, which was a relief, but as my tongue swept across her bottom lip and then her top lip before returning to her bottom lip once again, the fire grew. It spiralled into something hot and exciting and all consuming.
Lucy moaned and arched into me, the stiff peaks of her nipples poked into my chest and my breath caught in my chest, my cock hardened behind my zipper. The kiss grew hotter with every pass of my tongue and I held her closer. Tighter. She moaned again and I pulled her closer.
The feel of her body, lush and soft and pleading was enough to undo all my good intentions and I cupped her ass, pulled her flush against my erection and savored the sounds of her pleasure.
I couldn’t get enough and deepened the kiss, holding her as close as I could for as long as she would let me.
Chapter 19
Lucy
Dante kissed me like I imagined he did everything else in his life, with an intense focus and skill that made my head spin. I expected a kiss like the others, hot and too short, yet all consuming. But this time, it was different. Everything was different. His mouth was hot as fuck, his tongue capable and tantalizing, but instead of rushing, he took his time. The kiss was a slow torture that I felt all over my skin, producing goosebumps and a fire that surged through my veins, slow and sensual.
My hands slid down his back to his firm butt and slowly worked their way up his narrow waist, to his broad shoulders, until my fingertips curled in his hair. One leg hitched over his hip until I felt the hot heat of his hard length pressed against my leg.
“Dante,” I moaned as his hips ground up against me. How in the hell did I end up on top of him? How had our bodies become so intertwined that I couldn’t separate myself from him?
In response to my moaned plea, his hands tightened on my ass, only Dante didn’t seem too put out by the extra flesh, the softness of the mounds, as he gripped them and pulled me closer. He tore his mouth from mine with a grunt.
“Lucy, fuck.”
I smiled against his mouth and slid my tongue back and forth across his lips from corner to corner, until he gripped me so hard I knew I would be bruised in the morning. My hips ground against his cock and I growled my pleasure, suddenly excited and hungry to see him in the flesh, to feel him surge into me and make me cry out my pleasure.
“Dante…”
He pulled back, his green gaze meeting mine, a question burned in his gaze and I was powerless. I nodded my answer to his unasked question and his lips found my mouth once again, and then my jaw, all the way down to my neck. His lips and tongue kept up a steady torture until he reached the swell of my breasts, licking a trail of heat as his hands snaked up under my shirt. “Yes,” I moaned and arched into him as his big hands slid up my back, holding me like I was delicate and petite.
“Oh, nice…” His tongue curled around one hard nipple through my shirt, and in the next moment the shirt was gone and his tongue was on my flesh. “Dante.” He growled and continued to love on my breasts, back and forth his tongue circled my nipple and then his teeth sank deep into the soft, sensitive flesh.
Every inch of me was on fire as his mouth worked me over. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and nibbled until I growled before he performed the same action on the other. “Yes,” I moaned and arched into him. Letting my hips ground against his erection until he grunted and his hips surged forward.
Immediately Dante switched our positions so he was on top as his hips pressed against me. His hands worked quickly as they slid the hem of my tank top up until the shirt was over my head and flew across the grass. “Fucking beautiful.” His mouth took one breast and his fingers tweaked the other until I squirmed at his touch, writhed beneath him while he made me lose control.