Page 41 of When Sinners Fall
The whispers and voices fade, and as the music starts up, I attempt to sway my hips, distracting Dante into remembering what we’re here for. The adrenalin pumps through my body, and I hold onto him tighter to mask the slight tremor in my arms.
“Take me back to the hotel. Fuck me,” I murmur.
He stops for a moment, and I look around to check the stupid man has left.
Dante grabs my chin and forces my eyes back to him. “I’m going to make your head spin and your body ache until there’s nothing in that sexy mind except me.”
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DRAGON
Iwait for the phone to connect and stare out over the avenue below from this terrace. It rings out, and I keep looking at the people milling around down there. They’re a world away from me and my life. They’re just going about their business, maybe taking in the sights. No worries about anything. No concerns that someone’s gonna try raping or killing them. They might, though, because this world is full of threats. I’m one of them, and I’ve seen it all. I've lived it and suffered the guilt of my fuck up.
I lift a smoke and keep watching. Doubt any of them down there are as screwed in the head as me where women are concerned, but that's who I've become. Can’t even work that one out myself since Wren’s been around again. It’s like I’m trying to live two lives, neither of which work well with the other.
Turning, I look at her lying in the bed under pure, white sheets. She smiles at me and nuzzles her head into the pillow, lazily running her leg up and down the covers, and safe in her knowledge of nothing. We’ve both been awake most of the night – drinking, fucking, touching. I’ve never done that with a woman before, not like this, anyway. We even laughed a few times. Didn’t want to let that go. Didn’t want to let the memories of what I once was go, either. She’s finding who we were back then. Slowly.
The phone rings and cuts my gaze, Abel calling me back. So I turn back out to look at the people below and answer. “Do you need me back there for anything?”
“Why?”
“I’m gonna stay a few more days if you don’t.” I light the smoke and keep listening to him thinking about that. He probably does need me, but he’s also trying to gauge the tone of my voice and what that means. At the moment, it means I need some space. With her. Not that he knows that last piece of information.
“Problems?” he asks.
“No.”
“You alright?”
“Yeah.”
Silence. We both let the sound linger. I’ve got nothing else to tell him, and he knows well enough not to push if I’m not giving up facts willingly.
“Alright, brother. Let me know when you’re coming home.”
I nod as the call ends and stare at the couples going about their business again. A hand touches the shirt on my back after a while, and then another starts wrapping around my exposed stomach.
“I can’t stay a few more days,” she says, kissing up my spine.
“Well, you are, so you’d better deal with whatever you need to deal with.” She doesn’t answer, just keeps roaming those lips of hers all over my shirt again. “Pretty sure that’s gonna get you thrown on the bed again, Wren Bird.” She giggles and ducks under my arm to get in front of me, rubbing her ass on my dick so she can look at the view with me. “And that definitely will.”
“Nice as this has been, I do have to work,” she says softly.
My arm goes around her waist, clutching the sheet she’s wearing to her skin. “You don’t want to stay here with me?”
“Yes, but you seem to think I can just drop everything for you.” I lean down until my mouth is on her neck and she’s tilting it sideways for more. “This isn’t helping me make my point, Dante.” My hand travels downwards, reaching between her thighs to slip under the sheet.
“Fuck your point. I’m giving you this time, Wren. Take it.”
She groans and leans back onto me, her fingers going to my leg to grab on to the jeans. “We shouldn’t out here,” she murmurs. Doesn’t take long for her to widen her legs enough for me to get inside her, though, and then she’s stiffening under my touch and letting me get her closer to coming for me.
“Yes,” she says quietly, panting. Her hand comes backwards to thread into my hair, and I keep kissing and licking up her neck, pushing her with every move of my fingers. “Oh god, yes. Yes, just. Dante.” I stop when she’s almost there and back away from her, a wry smile on my face the second she looks back at me and frowns.
“You sure you don’t want to stay?”
“What the hell was that?”
