Page 59 of They Call Him Reaper

“And that is why we’re away from the others.”

He nods as he takes a sip of his water. Dante is not big on alcohol; the only time I’ve ever seen him drink was the one time I asked on the island. He’s not into sugary drinks either, he rarely drinks anything beyond water. His level of self-discipline never ceases to amaze me. It was fascinating to watch from afar, but it’s sexy now. Especially knowing that I’m able to make some of that control slip. Okay, my mind is back on asking him to meet me in the SUV. I’m sure I can figure out how to maneuver around my belly.

“No.”

His one succinct word is both annoying and arousing.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“As a person who studied you intensely before ever making contact, I know what you’re thinking.”

I shake my head with a smile. “Yup. I’m definitely crazy.”

Dante tilts his head, somewhat confused by what I said. He waits for the server to finish refreshing our bread and butter before questioning me.

“Why are you sure you’re crazy?”

“Because,” I start as I lean in to whisper better. “There’s nothing arousing or normal about being stalked yet knowing that you were watching me…” I pause to release an aroused sigh. “Gives me so many sex fantasies.”

Dante's dark eyes give me a hard stare, but he doesn’t respond or allow his expression to let me know what he’s thinking. While I’m still learning about him more and more every day, he’s pretty much still a vault of emotions.

When he speaks again, it’s all in Spanish. I have little to no Spanish proficiency, and his tone isn’t giving me any context clues. It doesn’t matter, knowing that he can fluently speak multiple languages is just another turn on. I need help.

Our server appears with our food just as he's finishing what he’s saying. I’m amused to see her blush. Clearly, she understood what he said even, if I didn't.

“Ana?” he says, stopping her in her tracks. Her blush deepens, and she looks in his direction without looking at him. “Give us our stuff to go and the check, please.”

I never thought I’d see the day when he genuinely talked to a stranger politely, although his eyes were on me the entire time he spoke to her.

Ana walks away with her orders, and I smirk at him. “What happened to eating out?”

“You,” he responds. We both taste our food since we’re waiting for it to be boxed up, but my mind is 100% in the gutter. “You’re the reason we rarely leave home.”

“Well, sue me for being attracted to my husband.”

A smile plays out on his face, and he fixes me with a wicked stare as Ana boxes our food. My heart speeds up in a way only Dante can cause. We leave hand in hand; it’s a simple contact, but it somehow heightens my desire to feel his fingers slide against mine as we walk. It doesn’t take long for us to get back to our vehicle; the valet had it in the front, but it also means that I cannot satisfy my urge to ride him.

Night air cools my skin just a bit for clarity. It doesn’t help to be lust filled when he has to drive. Dante unravels our fingers and unbuttons his jacket as he makes his way to the driver’s seat.

The valet closes the door behind me just as Dante enters. He leans over and takes a slow kiss is the exact opposite of the urgency inside of me. Afterwards, he pulls off into the night with his hand on my thigh. Underneath the desire, there’s a happiness that I’m almost afraid to feel. Everything is working out so well that I’m waiting for a fall back into chaos. The thought leaves me once I realize that Dante’s hand is between my thighs.

I roll my head to the side to look at his profile. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth once he realizes that I’m panty less. They’re so pointless right now, since they feel like they’re trying to cut off my circulation.

I arch my back and open my legs more at the first tingle of pleasure

“What…what did you say to me…in Spanish?”

He glances in my direction with another smile. “I’ll tell you once you’re naked.”

His assurance just heightens my experience, but the tease won’t give me what I need to cum. I’m so hungry for completionthat I’m naked before he can close the door to the bungalow. We’re on a beach vacation taking our relationship in an odd full circle. I’m not here to die this time. We’re not far from Andrea’s complex; he's only twenty minutes from the beach.

Dante’s eyes take in my nudity as he continues to tease me by slowly undressing. Once he’s done, he grabs the tie he opted not to wear and moves in my direction. The anticipation has my heart racing until I swear he can hear it.

“What did you say?” I repeat my question in a near whisper.

He turns me away from him, and my palms support me on the cool wood of the wall. On instinct, I push my ass out to give him better access and my belly room. I whimper from the silkiness of the tie going around my neck.

His beard tickles the part of my neck just under my ear as he leans in to respond. “I said you continue to tempt me like I’m not willing to go to jail for pulling you onto the table and fucking our baby out of you.”

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