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Babe. Would I ever get sick of hearing that? I leaned back until my head rested on his shoulder and moaned. “Thanks. You feel good.” The feel of his lips against my skin was almost too much to handle and then his hands tightened around me. “Dante.” I turned and wrapped my arms around him. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He brushed a soft kiss against my lips and hummed his pleasure. “How’s your day?”

“Better now. Lena’s napping,” I told him and frowned. “Which means you’re home early.”

He nodded. “I missed you.” Another soft kiss that set my heart galloping like a wild stallion.

“I missed you too,” I purred against his mouth. “What are you going to do about it?”

“For starters, this.” His mouth descended on mine and the kiss was slow and intense, as if we had all the time in the world to make out like teenagers. His tongue teased me, slicking across my lips in a drugging back and forth motion that kickstarted my libido into overdrive. Finally his tongue parted my lips and our tongues danced together like we’d been doing this for years instead of just a few weeks.

The temperature rose either inside of my body, or the kitchen itself had gotten hotter, either way, the result was the same, I felt overheated. Hot and bothered. Needy to have more of Dante. Breathless, I pulled back with heavy eyelids and a slow smile.

“That’s an excellent place to start.”

With a growl, he lifted me in his arms and carried me out of the kitchen and up the stairs where we stalked down the hall and kicked open his bedroom door. He lowered me to my feet and quickly closed the door behind us before ridding me of my jeans, t-shirt, my bra and finally, my panties. “Fuck you’re so beautiful Lucy.”

My skin heated and flushed at his praise and the appreciative look in his eyes. “Dante.” I reached for him and cupped one side of his face gently, my heart so filled with love for this man that I had to physically bite my jaw to stop myself from saying the words. “You make me feel beautiful.”

He smiled and licked his lips when I started to undress him. “You’re killin’ me.”

I smiled and took my time. “I love seeing you in your suit, but I love you in jeans even more.” My breath hitched at my almost admission as I unfastened his pants and shoved them to the ground. “But you in nothing in at all is my absolute favorite.”

Dante pressed against me until I was trapped between him and the bed for a long moment before we tumbled onto the soft mattress, wild and hungry for one another. We made love like wild animals, desperate for one another as if we’d been apart for decades rather than hours. We kissed everywhere slowly and then quickly, and then frantic as if the world was ending.

I took him in my mouth and made him roar his pleasure as he spilled onto my eager tongue. He licked me until I begged for release and then we were there, face to face as he slowly sank into me. “Yes,” he hissed out and rested his forehead on my shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you, Lucy.”

My heart hammered at his words and I wrapped my legs around him tight, arching into every stroke as his hips moved faster and deeper. Something was going on with him, and though I was scared, I was also thrilled. This was a different version of Dante, wild and unhinged. Like he needed me, really and truly needed me. No one else, just Lucy.

I dug my heels into the back of his thighs and bucked up to meet him stroke for stroke. Too soon, that telltale tingle started in the space between my toes and slowly crawled up my body as if my lust was boiling over. Dante thickened inside of me, pressed against every sensitive inch of me. “Dante,” I moaned and clung to him.

“Come for me, Lucy.” He pulled back and his green eyes penetrated down to my soul as he plunged deep, over and over again.

I couldn’t look away. He was so handsome and the expression on his face made me feel truly loved for the first time in my life. He stroked deep and swirled his hips and yanked a powerful orgasm from me. “Dante,” I cried out and he slammed his mouth against mine even as his hips moved even faster.

“Lucy,” he growled and pumped harder as I came apart around him.

“I love you, Dante.” The words came out on a whisper, soft but loud enough to be heard.

Surprise flashed in Dante’s eyes, but moments later he came hard and he collapsed on top of me. I held him for long seconds because I felt scared and vulnerable, because he hadn’t said anything in response.

I held him because I had a feeling it might be the last chance I got to do so. I closed my eyes and held him until he rolled over, and promptly fell asleep.

I sighed and rolled away as my heart broke all over again. I glanced over my shoulder at Dante’s back as it rose and fell with the soft breathing that came with sleep. Tears pooled in my eyes that even though Dante made me feel like I was enough, like I was beautiful and cherished and loved, that even though he made me feel that way, Dante didn’t love me.

I slipped from his bed and dressed quietly, fleeing to the solitude of my own shower where I could let my tears fall in peace. I was in love with Dante and he didn’t love me back, which gave me two choices.

Take what I could get and let it be enough.

Or leave.

By the time I stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, I knew what I would do. It was what I’d been doing my whole life.

I would let it be enough.

Chapter 34

Dante

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