Page 26 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

Something sounding suspiciously like a groan left him. He spun away and hurried to the bathroom before she could question it.

Belle dropped her knickers to the floor, yanked back the blankets and sheets and slid into the bed. She pulled the sheet to her chin, then rolled her eyes at herself.

What was she doing? She wanted him to think she was irresistible, not some nervous little virgin scared of a big, sexy man with a magnificent…

Dick.

Belle’s mouth dropped open and she couldn’t help the awed sigh that fell from her lips.

Wow.

Dante walked toward the bed, stark naked. She swept her gaze down his body and tried to swallow.

Holy crap.

“Magnificent” was an understatement. Sculpted muscle moved and flexed as he walked closer. Every part of him drew her gaze; every part of him more delicious than the last.

Broad shoulders, a muscled chest to die for that led to a washboard stomach, lean hips, and that cock.

She sucked in a desperate breath.

It jutted from his hips so very hard, so very thick and lovely. And she was going to get to touch it. Touchhim.

She’d wanted this for so long, it was almost impossible to think it was really happening.

He placed one knee on the bed beside her hip. “Is this okay? Can I get in with you?”

Belle nodded, unable to speak. She scooted over and lifted the sheet for him.

Dante climbed in, faced her, and stroked her cheek. “Lie down for me.”

His whispered words sent shivers chasing all over her. She lay back, her shoulders and head on the many pillows that graced the bed.

He slid the small tube and a sheet of condoms under the edge of a pillow and rested his head on his fist, propped up on his elbow beside her. Butterflies swamped her belly. She smiled then gave it up as a bad joke, the smile coming out all wrong and wonky.

He stroked her cheek with his bent knuckle. “At any point, no matter what, if you feel uncomfortable or even the tiniest bit unsure—tell me. I’ll stop immediately. I want to make this as good as it can be for you.” His hand continued down her neck, his knuckles gently brushing her skin, turning her inside out with anticipation.

“Okay.”

His lips hitched at the side. “So, what exactlyhaveyou done? Or should I be asking whathaven’tyou?”

A small laugh left her. “Haven’t. Everything besides penetration—front or back.”

A surprised bark of laughter left him, seemingly involuntarily. His eyes sparkled, but an underlying enthusiasm seeped through his expression. “Well, B, that might be a discussion for another day. Keep that one open as a raincheck.” His gaze took in her face, neck, and lower. His expression tightened with hunger.

He likes looking at me?

The realisation sent shivers all over her body. His knuckles grazed the side of her breast and she had to bite her lip to stop the gasp reaching his ears. He brought his hand back up, this time over her nipple.

She sucked in a fast breath, inadvertently bringing her flesh into contact with his again.

“Nice?” he murmured.

She nodded against the pillows.

“I must say, you have the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.”

He cupped the softness and her eyes closed. His thumb touched her nipple, barely there, the sensation so arousing that she squirmed.

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