Page 68 of If We Never Met

His body tensed as he waited for her to continue.

She took her finger off his lips and framed his face with her hands. "I don't want to be just friends. I don't want to think about tomorrow. And I don't want to keep talking about kissing you. I just want to do it."

"Then do it."

Keira kissed Dante with a hunger that seemed almost insatiable. She'd been fighting her attraction for the last several days, but she wasn't fighting anymore. She wanted to explore his mouth, his body. She wanted to lose her mind over him, and she didn't think that would be difficult at all. Her pulse was pounding, her head was spinning, and there was a delicious heat running through her body.

As she broke away to take a much-needed breath, he threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her back to him. She liked the power in his kiss, the warmth of his lips, the sexy slide of his tongue against hers. It felt like they'd been doing this forever. No awkward moves. No feeling like it wasn't quite right. Because it was perfect.

Dante lifted his head, his eyes burning with desire. "Damn, Keira."

"I know," she whispered. "We're on fire."

"What do you want?"

"Well, I don't want to stop."

A happy light flashed through his deep-blue eyes. "Me, either."

As he lowered his head once more, she stopped him, realizing she wasn't exactly prepared for what she wanted to have happen. "Uh…"

He gave her a wary look. "Second thoughts already?"

"Not exactly. I don't have anything. You know, protection."

"I do."

"Really?"

"Don't question it," he said with a smile.

"Okay, I won't," she said, as he pulled her into another kiss.

"Is there a bedroom somewhere?" he asked.

She took his hand and jumped to her feet, leading him down the short hallway to the master bedroom. She felt nervous and excited as Dante stripped off his shirt, revealing a broad, tanned, muscular chest with just the perfect smattering of dark hair. Every muscle was defined and sculpted. Her mouth went dry.

"You really have been working out," she murmured.

"It's part of the job and the rehab."

Her gaze went to his shoulder. "I don't want to hurt you."

"As long as you don't make me throw you onto the bed, I think we're good."

"Hmm, we'll have to save that for another time."

He laughed. "I like the way you think. But I don’t like how many clothes you have on."

"I'm a little intimidated by your perfect body."

"No, you're not," he said with a laugh.

She smiled back at him. "Okay, I'm not intimidated, I'm just getting really hot."

"Then let's take this off." He stepped forward and grabbed the hem of her shirt, helping her off with it, his gaze immediately dropping to her breasts. She'd worn a skimpy pink bra under her top, which Dante seemed to appreciate. He pulled her into his arms once more, and they kissed for several long minutes. She ran her hands up and down his back, loving the heat of his skin and the power of his muscles.

Dante did his own exploration, his fingers sliding down her spine, his hands settling on her waist. Her nerves tingled with anticipation of what was to come. She felt suddenly impatient to see more of him, to touch every inch of him.

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