Page 64 of Dante
Ending the kiss, he brushed back the hair from her forehead with unsteady fingers.
"Don't ever do that to me again," he whispered raggedly.
She was shaken by the look on his handsome face. It was naked and vulnerable, not afraid to show his emotions and the fact that he had been scared.
"I won't," she promised. "I won't." She lifted a hand to rub his neck and shoulder. "I was mad at you and wasn't thinking straight."
"I only want what's best for you. I was willing to hunt you down and tell you that you could continue working." He smiled crookedly. "See what you do to me? I cannot think straight when you're upset. It does something to me and I shouldn't be telling you that. You just might use it against me."
Her smile was tremulous. "I just might."
He kissed her again and she just melted against him. Taking them deeper, he lifted her into his arms and headed out of the room. Without breaking his stride and with unerring accuracy, he found her old bedroom that was still the way she had left it. Kicking the door shut behind them, he laid her on the bed and gently undressed her.
"I thought we were going home."
"Not yet." He kissed each exposed flesh as he peeled off her dress. "I have a monstrous need for you that cannot be contained." Taking her hand, he placed it over his crotch and had her jolting. "I want to sink myself so deep inside you and stay that way for hours." Removing her hand, he continued to undress her.
Rising, he quickly dragged off his clothing and joined her. "I cannot lose you," he whispered thickly.
"You won't," she assured him hastily. "I love you."
"I know. I never dreamed anything could feel this wonderful or this intense." He cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over the raised flesh. His eyes were on hers as he lifted his finger to his mouth. Sucking it into his mouth, he placed it on the rigid flesh and massaged in the moisture.
"Dante." Her body vibrated with a need that had her reaching for him.
"Not yet. I want you needing me as much as I need you."
"I do."
"You don't, but you will," he predicted. Bending his head, he caught the flesh between his teeth. She cried out as the electric jolt shot through her body. Her fingers curled into his hair and then his shoulder and back. Pulling at the flesh, Dante suckled hungrily. When he cupped her sex, he grazed the sensitive flesh with his thumb and sent shockwaves flooding through her. The climax was violent and shattering.
Tears spilled from her eyes as her body arched against his fingers.
"Now," she whispered. "Oh please, I cannot stand it."
"There's more," he grunted as he transferred to the other nipple. He could not get enough of her. Her taste was inside him, filling him, washing through him like a quiet storm. He would never beable to fully explain what she did to him. He could never put the sensations into words.
He used his mouth and fingers ruthlessly, bringing her to another shattering peak.
Courtney felt as if she was on the brink of a precipice and about to fly off without a safety net. The fire was inside her, burning its way through her body. When he loved her with his mouth, she came again, her body lifting, head thrashing around on the pillows.
It was only then that he came over her and by that time he had lost the tight restraint he had placed on his control. He drove into her and had to stay still, his hands braced on either side of her head as he fought the madness.
Bending his head, he kissed the moisture from her cheeks, sipping at the tears before brushing his lips against hers. Her arms came around his neck, her tongue darting into his mouth. He drove into her, his body shattering. His heart was pounding heavily, his skin slicked with sweat. Emotions tumbled around inside him, and he felt as if his heart was flooding with a loveso deep, so intense, he wondered if it would not shatter into tiny pieces.
When she came again, he followed, flooding her with his seed. She was his, his woman, his wife, his lover and his entire world.
It took him several minutes to ease to the side. Not willing to let go of her, he cradled her in his arms, his arms banded around her possessively.
They were silent for a few minutes as they waited to recover. Her face was buried on his chest as she breathed in his scent.
"Growing up, I thought that not having love in my life wasn't such a big deal," he began quietly. His fingers were trailing lazily up and down her back. "I convinced myself that all I needed was riches and that was enough. I hardened my heart when I realized any show of emotion wasn't going to be returned." He shifted his head when she lifted hers to look at him. "Mother blamed me for my father leaving and took it out on me."
"That was cruel and heartless."
He brushed the moisture off her cheek. "Now I have all this love that's threatening to burst and spill over." He touched the sides of her lips. "All for you."
Her eyes welled up again.
