Page 49 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

Aurora raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to be insulted or charmed.

But she didn’t have long to debate because seconds later, Dante’s hand snaked up her folded leg and just under the bottom hem of her dress.

Her breath caught in her chest.

He slid himself with the grace of an athlete on top of her, and she found herself absolutely drowning in a kiss. A kiss that bent all the rules of space and time for her. He was at once both comforting, calming, and deeply thrilling. Aurora was vaguely aware of the fact that she could barely feel her feet, that her hands had slid bonelessly from his cheeks. But she couldn’t think much past the slow slide of his tongue against hers, of his teeth at her lip.

When the light changed, darkened and deepened, Dante rose with her in his arms. He carried her through the house and neither of them spoke. They’d kissed long enough that night had fallen without either of them turning on any lights and they didn’t want to break the spell of it. They were warm and fuzzy and wrapped up in one another. The arousal that they’d just pulled from each other was a long, languid slide, devoid of the urgency that was so common in the way they usually touched one another.

When Dante laid her on the bed, stripped her clothes and then his own, Aurora said nothing. There were no words for it. When he speared his hands through her hair, took her lips in yet another waterfall of a kiss, Aurora said nothing. When his hand slid down the smooth plane of her back, over the curve of her ass, found her aching wetness, she said nothing. All she could do was feel and feel and feel.

But when he slid into her, she had to speak. There was one word that she simply had to say, like it was a spell that would keep the night from ever ending.

“Dante,” she whispered into the dark, into the warm skin of his shoulder, her eyes squeezed tight and her hands in fists on his back. “Dante.”

* * *

Dante froze before he reared back to catch her eyes with his. It was the first time she’d ever said his name during sex and it shook something loose inside of him. It was the first time he could be certain that she was thinking of him, and only him, while he was loving her body.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his harsh voice a striking contrast to the tender way he held her.

“Dante.”

The gentle, languid feelings that had been flowing through him heated, crystalized, sharpened. He found he didn’t want to take her on a lazy river of passion. She’d said his name, stared into his eyes and now he wanted to eat her alive. His body demanded it.

Dante pulled out of her and Aurora gasped, moaning at the loss of him. He didn’t make her wait long. Grasping her waist, Dante flipped her body around, and settled her on her hands and knees.

He took one necessary second to whisk a hand along her spine, smooth a palm over her glorious ass. But then he found he couldn’t wait another moment. Dante lined himself up and plunged back into her.

Aurora moaned, her hips pushing back into him and grinding against his body like she couldn’t get close enough.

Dante fell over her, his chest to her back, his hands on either sides of hers, his mouth at her ear.

“Say my name,” he commanded as he rutted into her from behind.

She trembled with each of his punishing, delicious thrusts, her body scooting forward on the bed.

“Dante,” she whispered on an endless moan.

Looking to the side he caught sight of them in the floor length mirror on the open door of his closet. He turned her head to look as well and she moaned and seized, her orgasm washing through her the second she caught sight of the animalistic scene.

His body, taut and lined, looming over hers, his muscles heavily shadowed in the moonlight. And her body, trembling, soft and taking everything he gave her.

Dante rutted her through her orgasm and on toward another. He dropped his head toward her ear and Aurora twisted her mouth to catch his.

“Dante,” she whispered into his mouth.

It was enough to send both of them over the edge again. She was telling him that it was him who was fucking her, both in her body and in her mind. And as he exploded inside her, Dante realized that it was all he’d ever wanted.

* * *

“We have to get out of bed!” Aurora insisted the next morning. They’d been making out for damn near an hour. Dante was currently in the process of licking and sucking at that place on her neck he favored and she didn’t think she could take another second.

He’d fully distracted her last night with all the sex and she was acutely aware of the major bomb she was about to drop on him. She just wanted it to be over.

Plus, she was starving and needed breakfast bad. Her stomach growled, loudly, to prove it.

Dante looked up at her, grinning. “You hungry, baby?”

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