Page 73 of Covert Temptation

Her pulse kicked harder. She didn’t just look good. She looked like a woman in control for once.

She cracked open the door and called softly, “Dante?”

His footsteps were immediate, heavy and sure, but when he turned the corner and saw her, he stopped cold.

His eyes traveled down her body in a slow, reverent sweep that made her knees go weak.

“Well,” he muttered, voice rough and low, “is this what the government splurged on?”

“Mmhmm.” She leaned a shoulder against the frame, lifting one brow. “Tell me it’s not the best purchase we’ve made.”

Dante took two slow steps toward her. “Best. Purchase. Ever.”

She grinned, grabbed his shirt in both fists, and yanked him through the doorway. Their mouths met before he could say another word, her back hitting the wall with a soft thud as she kissed him like he was hers.

Because in this moment, hewas.

He reached for her thighs, dragging them around his waist, and walked her to the bed like he’d done it a hundred times in his mind. She felt the strength in him, the urgency, but more than that, the care. His mouth worshiped her even as his hands roamed over satin and skin like every inch mattered.

“Christ, you’re beautiful. Give me your mouth.”

With a purr, she tipped her face up, in offer. The lust between them seemed to have shifted. Maybe it was the flimsy lingerie he couldn’t stop exploring with his callused hands.

Maybe it was something more.

Please let it be something more.

In her heart of hearts, Kennedy had already started falling for Dante the minute he startedseeingher. He kept her on her toes. She dragged him out of his grumpy shell. When it came to whiteboards and intel, they were a force to be reckoned with.

And in bed…

She slid her hands over his strong back, pulling up his shirt. When she tugged it over his head, he shifted his body to assist. Once those strong swells of muscle pinned her torso to the bed, they shared a groan.

His kiss grew bruising, demanding. And Kennedy’s heart cracked open with each claiming caress of his mouth and hands.

She was falling harder than she’d ever fallen for anyone before. The two boyfriends she had before him were nothing but child’s play compared to him.

She could give this man her entire heart and soul, and do it without a backward glance. If he gave her a chance, she would show this man every single day of her life just how important he was to her.

Her hands shook as she skidded them down his washboard abs to his fly. Beneath her fingers, his cock was solid steel. When she traced the shape of it beneath the denim, he let out a growl that reverberated through her nerve endings.

He sucked her breast through the satin of her lingerie. Once it was damp from his lips, he drew back, eyelids drooping with desire. Then he trailed a fingertip around the raised bud until she arched and cried out.

When he showered the same attention on her other breast, her hips bucked upward with a mind of their own.

He settled a hand low over her belly where it clenched hard and stared down at her as he eased a hand between her legs to cup her pussy. She moaned into his mouth. He answered with one of his own.

“Touch me,” she rasped. “Make me come.”

His jaw flexed, the crease bulging under the force of his restraint. “I’ll do more than that. I’m going to make you scream my name until you’re hoarse.”

She dug her fingers into his spine, eyes slipping shut on his dirty talk that sounded like the sweetest love language to her.

He eased a finger down the seam of her pussy, over her swollen clit, sending electric sparks to her core. She flooded, and he rumbled at the warm flood under his fingertip.

With rough urgency, he kissed her again. She barely got a chance to respond before he flipped her over and yanked her onto all fours.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” His gritty tone sent shivers over her skin. “Don’t move. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn perfect.”

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