Page 58 of My Casanova

Smoke chuckled and nodded.

“Um, when I got divorced, I learned a lot about myself. I mean, pretty basic things, but I learned them nonetheless.”

“Like what, angel?” he asked.

“Uh, well, I learned what I liked. I also learned to not be ashamed of what I liked.” I held up a finger. “Wine, for example. And also cheese. I loved them both and decided to make them my job.”

He nodded.

“Um, I also learned I like to be by myself. I never really had that before Vince. Not saying I want to be forever alone, but I learned how to be okay alone.” I shook my head. “That isn’t a really good thing to point out when I’m trying to explain why I’m here.”

“It’s good you’re okay being alone. There are going to be times when I can’t be right next to you.”

I nodded. I tried not to get excited about the fact he talking about being around in the future.

“Um, another thing I learned about myself is that I... deserve more.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “And I know what that more is. I had so less when I was with Vince, that more is the only thing I’ll take.”

Smoke nodded. “You deserve the whole world, Dani.”

I smiled softly. “And that is why I am here. I know you said to give it two weeks until you were done filming, but that doesn’t feel like more. That felt like you were hiding me away. Like you didn’t want anyone who watched the show to know about me.”

“That’s not it at all, angel.”

I held up my hand. “That might not have meant how you wanted me to feel, but that is what I felt.”

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I nodded.

He reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist. He pulled me close. “I’m sorry you felt that way. I was just trying to keep you away from the whole circus of the show. I didn’twant to keep you a secret. It’s just a lot, and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to be a part of it. Hell, none of us really want to be a part of it.”

I laughed. “Half of me understood that, but then there was half of me that figured you didn’t want all of America to know that we were together.”

“Are,” he corrected. “We are together.”

My heart melted at his words. I reached up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I like that.”

“Me, too, angel,” he whispered against my lips.

Our lips met again, and suddenly, we were both reaching for each other. Our hands roamed, touched, and needed more. Clothes started to come off piece by piece—my T-shirt tugged over my head, his shirt tossed away, boots kicked off with a thud, and our pants pooled on the floor.

Smoke lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He gently laid me down and hovered over me. His eyes searched mine before he pressed his lips to my neck and down to my collarbone. Every touch felt electric, and every kiss sealed something deeper between us. Smoke fit perfectly between my legs, and his body pressed against mine. His lips trailed a slow, deliberate path down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower until they found my breasts. He took his time. Kissing, licking, and teasing until I was squirming beneath him.

I let my hands slide between us and found his rock-hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked him slowly. I enjoyed the way his breath hitched and his muscles tensed under my touch.

“Remember what I said last time?” he growled against my skin.

I grinned and bit my lip. “I’m going to get a handful?”

He chuckled low in his throat and pressed a searing kiss to my lips. “Yes.”

He pulled back slightly, and his weight shifted as he leaned up just enough to look down at me. His dark eyes blazed with desire, and he guided himself into me. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he filled me completely.

A moan slipped past my lips as my head tilted back, and I felt the stretch and perfect fit of him inside me. He filled me so full, and yet it felt so right—like we were made for this and made for each other.

Smoke’s hands gripped my hips and held me steady as he began to move. His rhythm was slow and purposeful at first and then built up with each deep thrust. Each time he thrust, it sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My nails scraped down his back and urged him on. I needed him deeper, harder.

“God, Dani,” he groaned as his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel so damn good.”

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