Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“What-what are you doing?” I asked.
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. “Warming you up.”
Our damp skin molded together. He ran his hands up and down my back. Entwined our legs. Pressed my head to his chest. Murmured soft words. My shaking began to ease, the cold draining away as his heat dispelled it. My body began to relax. He pulled me closer, his strokes becoming different. No longer practical. More caressing. Intimate. He stroked longer, slower, drifting his hands over my buttocks and thighs. My shivering now had nothing to do with cold.
It had everything to do with his touch.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I panicked.”
“You should have come to get me. I don’t know why the sensor lights didn’t come on outside,” he grunted. “Jesus, if I hadn’t come out—I can’t even think.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, stifling a gasp as he wrapped his hand around my thigh, tugging me tight to his form. So tight, I could feel him. His desire.
He gazed down at me, the dim light from the lamp in the corner letting me see his eyes. Deep, intense, and focused. On me. He rolled so he was hovering over me, his torso pressing me into the pillowy mattress. His scent was full and rich on his sheets, surrounding us. He surrounded me. He slid between my legs, fitting there as if that was where he belonged. His breathing was labored, his chest moving rapidly, matching the rhythm of mine.
“I’m getting your pillow wet,” I whispered. “My hair…”
“…will dry,” he finished, his eyes never leaving my face. A question was swirling in the depths of his eyes. His voice was low, rough, needy.
“Dante,” I whimpered, feeling his muscles under my fingers as I clutched at his shoulders, emotions overtaking me. Need. Want. Desire. All of it. I needed to be closer to him. I wanted his weight on me. I desired it all. Especially him.
“Say it,” he murmured. “You have to say it.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, drifting a finger over my cheek, tracing the outline of my lips.
“Make me yours.”
“Thank God,” he replied and covered my mouth with his.
DANTE
I kissed Brianna with everything in me. The relief, the desire, the raging inferno of lust she had stirred up within me from the moment I saw her.
I had heard her heading downstairs, and I wondered if the storm was bothering her. I had my windows open, enjoying the cool air and the sound of the rain and the storm. The thunder eased off, and the next thing I knew I heard her voice outside, calling for her infernal cat. Who was lying on my bed, not caring that her owner thought her missing. I flung back the covers, causing the cat to jump down and sashay its way to the door in front of me. I hurried downstairs, my heart going into my throat when I saw Brianna stumble and fall into the pool.
The damn storm must have knocked out some of the outside lights, and she hadn’t realized how close she was to the pool as she looked for Roomba. I rushed outside, diving in and grabbing her, yanking her up as she gasped for air. I pulled us to the shallow end, hauling her into my arms, horrified to think of what could have happened if I hadn’t heard her.
Bringing her to my room, I only meant to warm her, to offer her comfort. To give it to myself that she was okay. Safe. Not dead at the bottom of my pool, but here with me.
But as her shivering stopped and her body began to tremble with a different emotion, my desire overtook everything else in my head. My cock was hard and aching for her. My mouth yearned for hers. I was desperate, barely hanging on, when she finally said the words I needed to hear.
Everything else but her, but us, ceased to exist or matter. She was here. In my arms. My bed. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I kissed her deeply, stroking my tongue along hers, exploring her mouth and encouraging her to do the same. Her first tentative slides against my tongue grew bolder, and soon, she was as lost as I was. She clutched at my shoulders, moving her hands restlessly along my back, pressing me down to her. I slid my hands under her shapely ass, cupping and kneading the flesh, wrapping her legs around me. My cock was nestled into her warm, wet center. She gasped into my mouth at the feeling of me. I kissed her neck, ghosted along her collarbone, and sucked her tight, hard nipples into my mouth, tonguing them and making her writhe under me. I rolled so she straddled me, staring down at me in confusion.