Page 46 of Covert Temptation

“I’m not asking you to stop.” She dug her fingers into his spine and drew him back down to her eager lips.

NINE

Dante threaded his fingers into the silky strands of Kennedy’s hair, his lips brushing over hers with rough insistence.

The small noises she made each time he kissed her, as if he made her shiver from the inside out, only amped up his own need to have her. With the tip of his tongue, he coaxed her lips apart, drawing another whimper from her.

As soon as she parted for him, he swept his tongue inside. Rough. Ravishing her. It wasn’t sweet—it was a collision. It tasted of hunger and desperation and all the pent-up frustration they’d been dancing circles around for weeks.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, her moan reverberating into his mouth. Each soft rock of her pussy against his erection had him aching hard with white-hot lust.

He had to be inside her. Now.

Gripping her hips, he drew her up into him in a quick jerk that sent shockwaves through his cock.

“Dante!” She locked her legs around his waist with an eagerness that damn near stole his mind.

Panting, he stared into the foggy depths of her beautiful eyes.

He was one of three men she’d ever let get this close to her. Knowing she was so selective, and he’d made the cut, had a storm crashing inside him.

He shoved her top up, baring her stomach, her ribs, wanting to worship every inch of her with his hands, lips, tongue. But there wasn’t time. He was about to explode, and the smallgrinding moves of her hips was quickly sending them past foreplay right to the point of no return.

He cradled her breast and found it bare. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Time stuttered to a stop, leaving only heat. Only need.

Her nipple puckered under the stroke of his thumb. Then he was slipping down her body to trap it in his mouth.

She melted into the swirls of his tongue over the crest. Too enthusiastic to slow his pace, he sucked the tight bud. When he grazed her sensitive flesh with his teeth, she let out a strangled cry.

He went still, waiting to see if he’d gone too far and hurt her.

She didn’t move, her eyes pinched shut. In pain? Or bliss?

“Sorry,” he roughed out.

Her skin flushed pink, her chest heaving as if she couldn’t find enough air. She arched under him, bringing her breast within a breath of his lips. “Mmm. More.”

Fuck yeah.She was tough enough to withstand his fierce desire.

Ducking his head, he took her nipple between his teeth once more, gently worrying the tender bud until she gasped.

While teasing her breasts, he worked her pants down the soft curve of her hips, dragging her panties with them. Twisting and turning, she helped him, kicking free of the mass of fabric and exposing what he wanted—needed—to plunge inside. Now.

He slid his hand down her thigh and found her wet heat waiting for him. She gasped and bucked as if begging with her body. A dark pressure deep inside his core spread higher, taking over his chest too.

Unable to stop, he felt her fingers drag over his shoulders and her nails scrape his scalp as he lowered his face between her legs.

“Dante!” She lifted her legs, opening for him. Tempting him.

The scent of her infused him with want. Without a beat of hesitation at how intimate it was to go down on Kennedy, he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

Her strangled cry pulled a groan from him in answer. The first taste of her was sweet honey and intoxication. As he slowly slipped his tongue through her soft folds, he centered his gaze on her face.

So fucking beautiful. Eyes pinched shut in pleasure, cheeks glowing, her mouth forming an O as he tasted her.

Her fingers worked through his hair. As he licked a path back to her clit, all of her clutched at him. Her thighs clamped around his head as she thrust into his mouth.

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