by Sabrina Sol
As if reading her mind, or her breathless sighs, his hands moved to her sweater and began working on the buttons. His gentle tugs and pulls let her know he must be having problems with them, so she covered his fingers with hers. That’s when she noticed the tremble.
Was he nervous or just excited? Either way, it did something to her insides.
She broke the kiss and met his questioning eyes. “Let me do it,” she whispered.
He nodded and took a step back. One by one, she plucked the tiny pearl buttons open until the sweater opened to unveil a vanilla lace push-up bra. He groaned appreciatively, and she took off the sweater completely. She moved her hand to the zipper on the side of her skirt, but he stopped her before she could do anything.
Without words, he pulled the zipper down and then watched intently as the skirt fell to the floor. After she stepped out of it, Dante placed his hands on her bare shoulders and lowered his mouth to the top of her cleavage, her breasts still straining underneath her bra. His tongue, hot and wet, slid across her skin, and she gasped. Within seconds, he released her breasts from their enclosure and finally claimed one engorged nipple with his mouth. He sucked and licked it greedily, and it sent bolts of heat straight to her sex. She grabbed the back of his head, urging him to take her breast deeper into his mouth.
“God, yes,” she moaned when he complied.
She felt his hands slide down her back, and soon they were cupping and kneading her ass.
“Touch me,” he rasped.
Alexa moved a hand between them and found the thick bulge resting along his thigh. It thrilled her. She couldn’t wait to see what her fingers were rubbing.
“I need to taste all of you,” he said against her skin before bending down to pull off her panties. When she was completely naked, he took a second to drag his eyes up and down her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Alexa.”
Men had told her that before, but she realized now the words had been meaningless. When Dante said them, she believed them. There was a hunger and need in his tone that could only come from a place of worship. It made her drunk with power and even more turned on.
Whatever this man wanted to do to her, she was damn sure going to let him.
So she went willingly when he guided her to the edge of the bed to sit down. One hand moved to the back of her head and twisted her hair between his fingers. Then he pulled down. The movement caught her by surprise, and he quickly bent over to swallow her gasp.
Their tongues met again in a languid, openmouthed kiss. He drew out her passion slowly. Deliberately. And when he finally released her, she whimpered.
The edges of his mouth turned up in a lazy smile as he watched her watch him unbutton his shirt. She felt her jaw drop when her eyes lit on his defined chest and toned abs. And when he finally dropped his pants and boxer briefs, she couldn’t help but lick her lips.
His thick and pulsing erection jutted away from his body toward her in an invitation.
He read her mind again. “As much as I want to feel those luscious lips around my cock, I’m so hard that I’d probably blow after just one suck. So we’ll save that for another time, because right now all I can think about is tasting your pussy. Open your legs for me.”
She did as instructed, and he knelt before her.
Alexa couldn’t find the words to explain the sensation she felt when Dante’s tongue first stroked her clit. In fact, it was more like a garbled cry that escaped her lips on contact. More indistinguishable noises followed as he alternately sucked and licked around the tight bundles of nerves. The sound of him lapping up her arousal sent her hurtling toward the edge. Her body tightened in preparation for the building orgasm.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he groaned. “I knew you would.”
He hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her toward him until her ass was almost hanging off the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and threw her head back as he thrust two fingers inside her.
Her thighs began to quake, and she knew she was already close to losing it completely.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m going to come so hard.”
“Then come for me, Alex,” he rushed. He pressed his tongue against her swollen nub and shook his head furiously from side to side. The pressure and intense vibration were unbelievable.
She exploded.
Tremors rocked her body, and she collapsed fully onto the bed. Flashes of color burst behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut. Her body tensed and calmed as waves of pure satisfaction carried her soul into the most wonderful place. Through her orgasmic haze, she felt him move away and then heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. And then he was on top of her.
He grabbed her chin to turn her head so she’d look at him. His eyes were dark and serious, his face flushed with passion. “Tell me you want me again. Say my name so I know you’re not thinking of anyone else but me.”
She met his lust-filled stare head-on. “I want you, Dante. Only you.” His mouth slammed against hers in a messy, wild kiss. Teeth and tongues collided, and it didn’t matter. Because all she wanted, all she ached for, was him. “Now. Please,” she cried.
With a grunt, he nudged her thighs apart and then plunged his cock inside her. There was no gentleness or tentativeness. Just raw sexual need. He braced himself above her and continued to pump into her pussy with intense and determined thrusts. She took everything he gave her, thrusting her own hips up to meet him so he could penetrate her as deeply as possible. And he did. He filled her up completely.
“Are you ready to come again?” he rasped before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the pleasure of having his mouth on her body again. But they flew open again at the sensation of a hot finger rubbing against her clit. Warmth and wetness rushed between her legs as her arousal grew.
Dante swore under his breath and changed position so he was more on his knees. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them higher and wider into the air. His thrusts came harder and faster, slamming the second orgasm right out of her in one powerful surge.
She screamed his name.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot and wet, I can’t take it anymore.”
He let go of her ankles and used one hand to hold her by the shoulder as he drove into her one last time. His entire body shuddered with his release.
When their quaking stilled, he leaned down and kissed her gently.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Concern was etched across his face.
“No, of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because I couldn’t get enough. I still can’t.” He bowed his head and took a breath. Then he met her eyes in a challenge. “There are things I want to do to you, with you. And after what just happened, I may not be able to hold back. I’m worried it all might be too intense for you.”
It had been intense. Even a little rougher than she was used to. But that didn’t mean she didn’t love every minute of it. She’d been surprised at first when she realized Dante had such a commanding side to him in the bedroom. Those few weeks they’d been together in Puerto Rico, he’d been so gentle and patient with her. She’d told him after their first kiss that she’d wanted to take things slow. And they had. He’d never demanded anything more than she was ready to give.
Just like now.
But there was nothing sweet or gentle about what they’d just done. And that thrilled her. Obviously she’d been satisfied by lovers in the past. She wouldn’t love sex as much as she did if she’d had bad experiences. What was different about this time, though, was how freeing and unrestrained it had been. There was no pressure with Dante. She wasn’t thinking of whether he loved her or even if he would call her in the morning. The only thought that entered her mind as he pounded into her was how good it had felt. How good she still felt.
She reached up to touch his cheek. “I’m a big girl, and I don’t mind experimenting now and then. I can take whatever y
ou want to give me.”
“Is that a dare?” he said, his usual smirk crossing his lips. “Because if it is, you just signed up for one wild ride.”
Chapter Six
Dante had never been so uncomfortable in all his life.
He tried to focus on Brandon’s tie. It was one he hadn’t seen before. It was burgundy with a blue and gray design. At first glance, the pattern looked like tiny boxes divided into four quadrants. Then he noticed that the boxes alternated with simple flowers.
So he focused on the flower smack-dab in the middle of the tie and tried to forget that Alexa was sitting next to her brother and was probably pantyless.
She’d left in the middle of the night after one more round of mutual orgasms and then texted early in the morning to tell him that Brandon wanted to stop by his office before heading into the restaurant. He figured that she must’ve told him that she wanted to fight the lawsuit.
He’d texted back with only three words: Don’t wear panties.
She hadn’t texted back, so all Dante could do as Brandon talked about the lawsuit was wonder what was—or wasn’t—under her navy blue dress.
Her expression sure wasn’t giving him any clues. She sat stone-faced, making him wonder if she and Brandon had made a final decision about the lawsuit. If that was the case, he wondered if she was starting to regret her choice.
“So when do you think we’ll go to court?” Brandon asked. So…that’s the way it was. No settling.
He looked away from the blue and gray flower and met Brandon’s worried eyes. “Not for a while. There are still a few steps in the process, including depositions. This will give us a better idea of what Nick’s case is going to be built on.”
“And what’s our case?” Alexa asked, finally breaking her silence.
Dante turned his attention to her. She shifted in her seat and uncrossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her bare thigh. He didn’t see panties, but he didn’t not see them, either.
If she meant to tease him, it was working. It took him a second before he could answer her question. “Our case is the truth. We’ll find every customer who was there that night who can testify about Nick grabbing your purse. If the place has a security system like L.A. Cuchara does, then I’ll subpoena the footage from that night. We’ll get the evidence we need to prove what really happened.”
He wanted to reassure both of them, but he also wanted them to know that they had a long road ahead. “I’m not going to lie to you. It’s going to be hard, and it could get ugly. But I believe we can win.”
Brandon’s shoulders sagged in obvious relief. “Thanks, my friend. I don’t know what we’d do without you. You better not ever quit on me.”
“Hey, as long as you don’t fire me, I’m not going anywhere any time soon,” he said, finally catching Alexa’s eye. Although he and Brandon shared a laugh, she barely cracked a smile. He didn’t like how distant she seemed.
Was she going to end things before they even started?
Brandon stood up, and Dante and Alexa followed suit. “Are you going to come by for dinner later?” his friend asked.
“Probably not tonight. I have some paperwork to catch up on.” Not to mention the fact that he was hoping to have dessert later with Alexa. He tried to make eye contact with her again, hoping she’d make some excuse to stay behind so they could talk.
Instead, he watched her walk out the door with Brandon.
Dante groaned out of frustration. Not only had Alexa acted like nothing had happened, he never got to see if she’d done as he’d asked.
Maybe it had been a mistake.
What was he thinking when he’d decided it was time to have her after all these years? She had made it clear that she didn’t want a relationship. Not that he wanted one, either. He’d been alone so long, he usually grew tired of women who tried to get him to give them a ring. He was in his thirties and set in his ways. Alexa was a tornado that could wreak havoc on his comfortable, settled life.
Again, what had he been thinking?
It was probably better that she had seen the light. The whole situation could’ve gone to shit if they’d started something for real.
He went back to his desk and opened the email that Lydia has sent earlier. There were several documents attached, and he felt grateful for the distraction. In fact, he became so engrossed in what he was reading that he didn’t hear the door to his office open.
“Hey.”
He looked up to see Alexa standing in the doorway. “Hey,” he responded.
Dammit. She was going to make this so hard. With one word from her lips, he’d quickly put aside his reservations. That’s how badly he wanted her all over again.
She closed the door behind her. “I told Brandon I left my phone here. But it’s really in my purse.”
He stood up and walked over until he was only a few inches away. “So why are you here?”
“I’m not sure.”
The innocent look she gave him sent instant shots of desire straight to his crotch. She knew exactly why she’d come back to see him. If she didn’t, then he was more than willing to remind her.
“I know why,” he said, his voice low and daring.
Her eyes glinted with arousal, and he knew then she wasn’t regretting a damn thing. They both surged toward each other and collided in one frantic kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed her up against the door.
He reached behind her to lock it. “Let’s see if you were a good girl and did what you were told,” he growled.
Dante moved his hands to her waist and then slid them down the sides of her thighs and then back up again, this time bunching the thin fabric of her blue dress in his fists. His cock stiffened against his trousers as soon as he saw the bare flesh between her legs.
He looked up and smiled. “Looks like someone gets an orgasm.”
“Brandon’s waiting for me,” she said on a breath.
“Let him wait.” It had been less than eight hours since the last time he was inside her, and he was hard as a rock thinking about doing it again. And as much as he’d like to unzip and fuck her against the door, he knew her mind would be worrying about her brother. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t reward her.
Dante moved his hand to her mound and slid one finger along the crease of her folds. She cried out just as he covered her mouth with his. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip, then nipped it gently with his teeth. Her hips bucked against his hand, signaling it was time to give her what she needed.
He dropped to his knees and pushed her dress all the way up to her waist. Then he pushed two fingers inside her glistening pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed back. She was so tight and hot, and his dick lengthened even more. Slowly, he inched his fingers out and then back in again.
“Please,” Alexa whispered.
“Please what?”
“I need…I need your tongue.”
His mouth was between her legs before the last syllable, and his eyes rolled closed at the first taste. He was supposed to be giving her pleasure, yet he was the one in heaven.
Her legs shook, and she let out a garbled cry as he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then he slid his fingers deep into her heat.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
It only took a few more licks and a few more thrusts before she came undone. He held her until her orgasm subsided, fixed her skirt, and then pulled her to him for a long, deep kiss.
“This doesn’t seem fair,” she said when they finally broke apart.
“What?”
She lowered her eyes, and he followed her gaze to the outline of his erection.
He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me next time.”
Alexa gave him a quick smile. Too quick. Then she smoothed her hair down and asked, “How do I look?”
He wanted to say she looked perfect. Her face was glowing, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Her lips
were swollen and puckered from his possessive kisses and nips. A sense of pride washed over him. He’d done that to her. He’d branded her so there was no mistaking whom she belonged to—at least for now.
“You look sexy,” he murmured and kissed her on the forehead.
She laughed and pushed him away. “All right, I better go.”
“Come over tonight,” he blurted out.
“I’m working, you know that.”
He wanted to tell her to come over anyway, but he had an early meeting in the morning. Alexa was known for staying in the kitchen well past closing time if there were still customers in the dining room. “Then when’s your next night off?”
Her phone dinged, and he knew that was her brother looking for her. Their schedules were going to get in the way of him having her whenever he wanted. It kind of pissed him off.
“I thought we were going to keep this casual?”
He arched his eyebrow at the panic in her tone. “We are. It was just a question, that’s all.”
“Sorry. It’s just…I need some time to get used to this,” she said, gesturing between them.
He understood. And, honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that he was aching to be inside her again, he probably wouldn’t have pushed. Or sounded so needy.
Get a hold of yourself.
Where was his control? His confidence? This wasn’t how he’d imagined any of this. No matter how badly he wanted Alexa again, there was no way he was going to beg for it. Some time away from her would help him get his head back on straight.
Dante shrugged and forced himself to smile. “You better get going before Brandon comes back looking for you.”
She nodded but didn’t move. So he did and walked back to his desk.
The door opened behind him.
“I’ll talk to you later,” she said.
He didn’t answer until the door shut again and he was alone in his office.
“You can count on it.”
Chapter Seven
Alexa stabbed the raw chicken smack-dab in its breast.
“You know it’s already dead, right?” Gabriel asked. He was standing next to her in the kitchen getting ready to break down a whole chicken of his own.