Page 31 of Covert Temptation

She rolled onto one hip, pressing her body against the length of his.

He groaned again.

“You’re getting a lot of practice groaning.”

This time he grunted.

Feeling just as bold as she had when she climbed into his bed, she wrapped her fingers around his forearm and guided his hand up her side.

He went still but his eyes were dark and watchful, riveted on her face. She held his gaze, wanting to see what she could do to a man who lived by such strict rules, and brought his hand to her breast.

At the feel of his body heat, her nipple puckered and began to ache. A flutter took up residence in her core.

“Dante…”

His only response was a small sigh released through his nose.

She nuzzled his ear. “I want you again.”

He moved like a streak of lightning, ducking his head and trapping her hard nipple between his lips.

“Oh god!” She rocked into him, mind swirling along with the heat of his tongue exploring the circle of her nipple. When he grazed his teeth over it, fresh juices spilled from her pussy.

She felt around the bed again, finding his hand and drawing it between her legs. The moment he felt how wet she was, he let out a low growl.

Cupping her pussy, he settled his thumb over her throbbing clit and worked his long fingers inside her.

He stared down at her face as he drove her wild with his fingers. Sharp gasps burst from her lips with a strum of his thumb, and her eyes rolled back in her head every time he fucked his fingers inside her.

His smoldering gaze held steady on hers. Again, she felt this man didn’t just see her—he sawintoher.

His eyes glittered as if he could bend her to his will with the sheer force of his stare. And damn if she didn’t want to let him.

Her belly dipped as she dragged in another rasping breath. Her body quivered and her insides clutched with the pulsations just out of reach.

Withdrawing his fingers with a slow glide, he fixed his entire focus on her. She rocked her hips, seeking those magical digits deep inside her. When he thrust them in again and curled them into theperfectspot, more juices soaked him.

“Christ, Kennedy. You’re…so…damn…responsive.”

“To you,” she murmured, mouth opening on a silent moan as her orgasm hovered a scant breath away.

He slammed his mouth over hers then, stealing her cries as her release struck full force and somehow stronger than the last.

She shook and shuddered through wave after wave, clinging to Dante in the turbulent sea of desire. Before she could come up for air, he hovered over her again, hips fitted perfectly between her splayed thighs.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a tight voice, and she did just as he slid home.

Deep. Deeper.

Tunneling into the sensitive place where she shook apart for him. Her contractions milked him in tugging pulls that had him growling into her mouth.

Under her palms, his carved ass flexed as if he could barely hold back from moving. Then he began to fuck her—hard, fast, over and over again.

The wild tempest had her gripping at him, seeking more, shooting high, high, higher again.

She dug her fingers into his hair, yanking him down for a bruising kiss as the first spurt of his release soaked her pussy.

“Fuck!” The cords in his neck strained as he tossed his head back and let go, hips churning in sharp jerks, cock pumping her full of cum.

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