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“You’re assuming I’ll want to call you,” I retort, trying to ignore the way my heart skips a beat at the thought of having him on speed dial.
He only huffs out a laugh, and the sound sends a delicious thrill through me.
When we reach the double doors, he takes my hand and places it on the handprint panel. I’m shocked to hear a soft click and see the doors swing open. I whirl back to face him, my eyes wide. “How?”
“I disabled it before. You’ve just reset it now.” His eyes are dark and intense as he ushers me inside, his hand pressed firmly against the small of my back.
We step into the room, and immediately, I’m assailed by the brightness and acoustics. Heavy metal rock blares from hidden speakers, the harsh chords reverberating through my body. Dante touches a few buttons on the wall panel, drawing down the blinds and shutting off the music, plunging the room into a soft, muted light.
Like the kitchen, one entire wall is made of glass, offering a breathtaking view of the lush vegetation beyond. Dante’s huge sleigh bed is positioned right next to it, making it feel like one is hanging right off into the greenery. I can only imagine how incredible dawn must be here, waking up to the first rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves.
“You said you don’t live here. Why is there music?” I ask.
“No, I don’t. Aydin sets it whenever I’m in the house.” He shrugs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Okay. Well, thanks.” I glance pointedly at the door while ignoring the screeching protest in my ovaries.
His eyes roam over my body like a physical caress. “I’ll let you get settled in then. Clothes are in the closet.”
“Your clothes or mine?” The words are out of my mouth before I can rationalize them. Four words, seemingly innocent, but with the way Dante reacts, they may be the filthiest words ever spoken.
Dante goes still. His eyes widen as a look of feral hunger settles on his face. “Fuck, Addy,” he growls, an animalistic rumble that makes my core pulse with heat.
“What?” I ask innocently. I may be melting into a puddle of lust, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the effect my words are having on him too. “It was a simple and valid question, considering . . .” I gesture at my garb.
In a few long strides, he closes the distance between us. His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me flush against his body. I gasp at the contact, feeling the hard planes of his chest pressing against my soft curves, the heat of his skin seeping through our clothes.
“And here’s your simple and valid answer: Feel free to wear my clothes and smell of me.” His lips score the shell of my ear. “Since you’re already wearing me on the inside.”
My lids fall closed and I arch into him, my body responding to his words with a desperate, aching need. “Dante,” I breathe, his name a plea and a prayer all at once.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his hands kneading my ass through his shirt. “Tell me where else you want me.”
My head falls back as I surrender to the sensations coursing through my body. “Everywhere. Now.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Adele
Dante’s answering growl is a sound of pure, masculine satisfaction, and then his lips are on mine, claiming me with a kiss that is both fierce and tender. He rips the shirt clean off my back, and I melt into him, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him close as he devours my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine in a delicious, heady dance.
His hands return to my ass with a desperate urgency that matches my own. I tense in anticipation, expecting him to spank me, but he doesn’t.
“Dante,” I gasp, my head falling back as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. “I want . . .”
“What, tesoro?” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “What do you want?”
I push against his chest, urging him to step back. He complies, his eyes dark and questioning as I sink to my knees before him, my hands reaching for the buckle of his belt. “I want you undone.”
My fingers tremble slightly as I work to free him from the confines of his pants. The moment he springs out, hot, hard, and so fucking big, I suppress a gasp, then stick out my tongue and lick his shaft slowly from the root up to the large mushroom head. My eyes flutter closed, and I moan, enjoying the feel of the satiny skin and the salty taste of precum gathering at his slit.
“Christ, Adele.” His groan is tortured. I open my eyes to watch his tongue peek between his lips, his fingers tangle in his hair as his head falls back in pleasure.
This . . . this is the Dante I want. Mindless, unhinged. I release his cock with a pop, then switch off my last rational brain cell, the one telling me to reconsider my next words.
“Fuck my mouth, Dante. I want you to fill my throat.”
Dante’s head snaps forward in disbelief, his eyes wide and unfocused. “Fuck, Adele O’Shea,” he groans, “You are going to be the death of me.”
