Page 103 of Devious Kingpin
“What did she do?”
Dante remained silent for a long time. The light turned green and the car drifted forward. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, his voice came through.
“Priest’s story is his to tell.” The darkness and vehemence behind those words sent a shudder through me.
“And yours?” I pushed, although I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t fair to demand his story when I wasn’t quite ready to share mine.
“Let’s just say my mother liked to get back at our father by lashing out at us.”
His words sent shock rolling through me. Something pounded in my chest, clawing for revenge. For punishment at anyone who’d hurt my Dante.
My brows furrowed.My Dante.
When did I start thinking of him as mine?
* * *
Dante’s admission hung in the air as we ate our lunch.
His expression was darker than I’d ever seen it, and something about it didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to make him feel better.
We made our way back to his car parked in a private alley and he opened my door before I sunk into the leather seats. The roof was back on, and as he got behind the wheel, he put the key in the ignition and reached for the button to lower the roof back down.
“Don’t,” I rasped.
His eyes flitted my way curiously. Dark. Hot. So fucking inviting.
Something pounded in my chest, threatening to steal my breath away. Or my courage. So I acted.
He tracked my every movement as I leaned over to him and kissed him. My lips touched his to an old Italian song by Dean Martin. “That’s Amore.”
I wondered whether it was love that I was feeling, but I couldn’t think about it right now. Instead, I let his scent soak through my skin. His warm, soft lips devoured me just as hungrily as I devoured him.
A moan climbed up my throat, and before I knew what I was doing, I left my seat to straddle him.
Our faces were inches apart, our breaths mixing as our hearts danced.
Love, I thought again as I traced my index finger along his bottom lip.
Those lips that always seemed to have a smirk on them when looking at me. Before, it annoyed me. Now, it excited me because it representedhim. I couldn’t imagine my husband without that sexy smirk.
He parted his mouth and caught my finger between his teeth, nipping it.
I shook my head. “Ouch.”
It didn’t really hurt, but for some reason I liked giving him a hard time. Almost like foreplay. Maybe that was what the past two years were for us. Foreplay.
He hid his demons and I hid mine, but in the end, maybe our demons had brought us back together.
“Seats go all the way back,” I uttered softly.
Dante raised his brow in surprise. “And how do you know?”
I grinned. “I inspected your car before I let John take it. To ensure it came back in the same shape—minus the damage.”
Reaching to the side of the seat, I pulled the lever and the seat fell back in one loud thump, us with it. I pushed my face into his throat, inhaling him deeply, my thighs throbbing.
“Dante,” I whispered, grinding myself against his growing erection. “I want—”
