Page 20 of Dante

“Shh,” she teases, grinding down my thickness.

I grip her hips, freezing her in place while I suck on her neck. “You drive me crazy,” I grunt into her skin. Slowly, slowly, I drag a hand from her hip to the waistband of her leggings, flirting with the elastic as she trembles.

“Please,” Cambria breathes.

Sliding a finger into her panties, I bite back a growl at how fucking wet she is. Her thighs tighten and snap around my hand, trapping it there. I massage her creamy folds, teasing her and touching her everywhere except where she needs me most.

My woman arches her back, trying to get me to touch her most sensitive spot. “Love how responsive you are,” I rasp, circling, circling, circling her clit, feeling it swell but never quite giving in.

Cambria gasps and jerks her hips, and I swear to fucking God, I almost burst. It’s like I can feel her excruciating need, her desperate lust, and it only fuels my own.

“Please,” she whimpers again, her jagged breaths sawing in and out of her lungs as sweat beads on her forehead.

Unable to hold back any longer, I pinch her clit between my fingers and massage it, holding her down with my other arm across her hips, riding out her pleasure with her.

Right as she’s about to hit the point of no return, Raul lets out a huge snore, then snorts himself awake, startling everyone in the room.

Cambria scrambles off me, taking the blanket with her. I grab the nearest throw pillow and set it on my lap, hoping to hide my massive erection.

“Mr. S-Santa-Santarossa,” Cambria stutters, trying to catch her breath. “Is everything all right?”

My father looks confused. His eyes dart from the TV, where the last few minutes of the movie are playing, to me in the corner of the couch and then to Cambria, who’s starting to stand.

“Everything is fine,” he says, taking a second to clear his throat. “I guess it’s time for me to go to bed, eh? Can’t keep up with the youths these days.”

“Youth?” I ask with a chuckle. “I’m nearly forty.”

“And I’m your old man, so don’t remind me,” he grouses.

Raul’s brown eyes glimmer with something close to a smile. I never thought I’d see it again. Never thought I wanted to. But Cambria is changing everything about me.

“I’ll bring your meds in,” Cambria offers.

“I already set him up with everything in his room,” I tell her. “Meds, water, and compression socks. I even turned down the sheets,” I say, wagging my eyebrows at her.

She grins, her smile equal parts pride and gratitude. I want her to always look at me like that. I’d do anything to have this woman as mine and for her to be proud of me.

“That’s my cue,” Raul says as he sits up.

Cambria brings his walker over and helps him stand. He whispers something to her, and she nods, hugging him before sending him to bed.

As soon as my father is out of sight, I tug Cambria into my arms, wrapping them around her as I fuse my lips to hers. She kisses me back with the same intensity, her hands wandering up my chest, desperately clawing at my muscles.

Finally, I step back, chuckling when Cambria sways toward me. “What did he say to you?”

Cambria’s lips pull into a soft smile as she looks up at me. “He thanked me for arranging your visit.”

“Really?” I wasn’t expecting that at all, and I’m not sure what to do with that information.

Cambria nods then takes my hand and laces her fingers through mine. “Want to walk me home?” she asks, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

“I want to do many things with you tonight, sunshine. If you’ll let me.” She looks at me with an excited grin, nodding as she tugs me outside.

I storm out the back door, Cambria in tow, ready to claim this woman once and for all. I don’t realize I’m sprinting until Cambria pulls on my arm, signaling me to slow down. Instead of changing my pace, I scoop her up and continue running to the little cottage, eager to feast on my woman again.

After shuffling my way inside, I untangle Cambria and set her on the ground, though I don’t let her get very far. My hands slide up and down her curves while I kiss her soft, already-swollen lips. She melts against me, her body becoming pliant as I kiss and touch and feel all of her, everything she is.

Cambria runs her hands up my torso and loops her arms around my neck, pulling me back down for a punishing kiss. I open up and take what she’s offering, meeting each frantic stroke of her tongue with as much passion and need as she’s giving me.

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