Page 83 of Waste of Worth

Dino’s brows arched. “Why?”

“Your body—it would have made nice pictures.”

Dino glanced down, picking out at least five scars right off the bat on his torso—imperfections, marks left from his years of abuse, amongst other things.

“I’m not sure about that,” he finally said.

Karen snorted. “You’re beautiful. Men never have to work very hard—women think about eating a piece of cake and gain five pounds from guilt.”

“I work out all the time,” Dino replied before he could think better of it. “It keeps me distracted and makes me too exhausted to think.”

“Oh?”

“All the time. My brother is the same way, but he wouldn’t admit it. We’re not exactly … friends.”

Karen glanced away, her brow furrowing. “You’ve never mentioned a brother.”

“Theo. He was the guy that was vetting the dancers at the club on the night you showed up looking for a job.”

Recognition dawned in Karen’s eyes, and she turned red all over again. “Oh, my God. No wonder you haven’t introduced me.”

Dino shook his head, wanting to get her thoughts away from whatever crazy place it was currently in. “Trust me, that’s not why.”

“Then why not?”

“Nothing to tell,” Dino said gruffly. “My brother and I, we’re not like that, anyway.”

It wasn’t a total lie.

“I have a sister, too,” Dino added. “Lily.”

“Huh.”

Karen still looked a bit dejected. Dino couldn’t have that. This was supposed to be a good weekend for her, and he didn’t want nonsense to ruin it for her. Strolling over to where she sat on the picnic table, Dino placed his hands under the skirt of Karen’s summer dress, feeling the silky smoothness of her thighs against his palms.

“Smile,” he murmured, inching forward until her lips were just a breath away from his. “It makes me happy to see you smile.”

Karen did, and then leaned forward just enough to kiss him softly. The softness in the kiss didn’t last for long—it never did between them.

She was like a drug.

He always wanted more.

Dino spread Karen’s legs wider as he kissed her deeper, stepping closer and fitting himself tightly between her thighs. He tilted her head back, his tongue spearing into her mouth to war with hers. He loved the taste of her. Her softness and warmth never ended.

A low, pleased hum built in the back of Karen’s throat. It echoed, reverberating straight through Dino’s entire body, washing his bloodstream with lust, and shooting straight down to his cock. Under his dark wash jeans, his length hardened and grew, making him painfully aware of his now aching erection.

Karen’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back and pulling him even closer to her body. The cotton between her thighs pressing to his straining cock under his jeans was nothing more than a tease. He needed more of her. Always.

“You know, I didn’t come out here to fuck, Dino.”

He wasn’t really listening. He was more interested in pulling her dress higher while he kissed and nipped a path over the expanse of her neck. The taste of her was heavenly—addicting.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked roughly.

Karen’s legs tightened around him again. “Hell no.”

Good enough.