arms, trying to catch her breath.
“Jesus Christ, girl.” The words came out on a panting breath. Full of desire. Low and smoky. “That was beautiful. I need to do it again. To fuck you. To make you come. Over and over. Yes . . . I need to make you come again.”
All she could do was moan.
He held her as he got to his feet, taking her with him. And before she could protest that she really could walk, he was carrying her across the room. She could hear the soft scuffing of his bare feet against the polished wood floors. She caught once more the breathtaking views from the windows as he carried her behind a screen and laid her down on a big bed.
“Hang on.”
He leaned over the bed and pulled the covers back, moved her onto the cool sheets, then climbed in with her, laying his nownaked body over hers.
“I need to be inside you, Kara. Just fuck you hard. Can you take it?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me you want it.”
God, his body was like burning silk against hers. His skin so smooth. His cock so hard, resting between her thighs.
“Kara. Tell me,” he commanded.
“Yes, I can take it. I want it hard. I like it hard.”
“Hard fucking? Or more?”
“More?” Why did her breath catch in her throat when he asked her that? Was he asking what she thought he was? “Dante?”
He kissed her neck, his lips firm yet soft. He nipped at her with his teeth, and the pain was nothing more than sharp pleasure. He was tracing her lips gently with his fingertips, and she could smell her own ocean scent there. He was all contradictions, this man. She loved it. Loved that he touched her all over at once. Sensation overload.
“I like my sex a little rough,” he told her, kissing her neck once more, then the curve of her jaw.
“Oh . . .”
“Does that shock you?”
“No. Not much shocks me.”
“Do you like the idea, Kara? Because I think you do. As soon as I said it, your whole body let go.”
“God, Dante. I . . . Yes. I like it. It’s what I want. Exactly what I want.”
It was his turn to moan. “Ah, you are perfect,” he said. Then after a few breathless moments he said again, “I like it rough. I like to really pump into you. To bite you. To pinch your nipples.”
“Yes . . .”
God, was he really saying these things to her? Her wildest fantasies come true. The ones that had sent her ex, Jake, running in the other direction. Telling her she was crazy. Some sort of weirdo. But she didn’t want to think of him now.
Dante said quietly, “What I really want to do is spank you.”
“Oh!”
“Now I’ve shocked you.”
“No. It’s not that.”
“What is it?”
“It’s just . . . what I’ve always wanted. Craved.”
She felt a shiver go through him. Then there was a long pause before he said, “This is going to be very good, then. I promise you, Kara.”
She was shaking all over. Waiting. She was absolutely soaked. Wanting. Dazzled. And it hadn’t even happened yet.
But it was about to.
Dante watched her closely, but all he saw in her, felt in her, was pure desire. Her body was blazing hot under him. Her breasts, the shallow curve of her stomach. Her hot little sex was wet. Ready for him. He was as hard as he’d ever been in his life.
He wanted her to come again. Again and again. Nothing turned him on like seeing a woman come. Feeling that pulse beat deep inside her. Hearing her moans, her cries of pleasure. And never more than with this woman.
Kara .
Maybe it was the years of a schoolkid crush. He didn’t know. Too damn difficult to think about it now, with her body right here. No, now he had to just touch her. Taste her skin. Slide into her and fuck her until she screamed . . .
He reached down between them and swiped his hand over her sex, making her gasp. She was so damn wet. He could hardly stand it. The scent of her come . . .
Again.
Yes, he’d make her come again.
He slid down her body, opening her sweet thighs with his hands. And she let him do it, didn’t try to