Chapter 30

Camila

His deep voice hummed with anticipation. “I asked Contessa for a favor.”

“You’re sexy, dangerous, protective, and romantic? I think I hit the jackpot.”

Dante stepped closer, his warmth radiating more heat than the fireplace. Snaking his arm around my waist, he pulled my hips to his. There was no hiding the bulge beneath his jeans. “I told you that I would spend my lifetime making you feel loved. I meant what I said. And as far as jackpots go, I’m the winner in this scenario. Now remember what I said would have happened in the elevator?”

My nipples grew taut.

“Me naked.”

His stare simmered with a dangerous intensity as he nodded and reached for the hem of my shirt. “Lift your arms, Camila. I’m going to take my time undressing you, savoring each and every inch of your perfect body until I have you completely nude and laying open for only me.”

He’d told me that in this bubble, he was in control.

I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Dante leaned closer, his warm breath washing over my sensitive skin behind my ear. “If you’re sore, I can come up with other ways to spend our evening.”

I inhaled, basking in his spice and leather aroma and looked up into his gaze. “Right now, I’m turned on.”

“If you change your mind, just tell me.” He lifted my chin. “I want to hear your thoughts and desires, Camila. I want to know what feels good so I can give you more.”

I raised my arms in response.

Dante lifted my shirt, slowly pulling it over my arms and revealing my bra. The next piece of clothing to hit the floor was the orange skirt. Once he had me down to my bra and panties, Dante took his time, brushing his warm fingers over my flesh, kissing and nipping trails over my arms, neck, chest, breasts, and stomach.

My nipples drew hard as my bra landed on the floor.

The crackle of the fire combined with the deep baritone of his voice reverberated through me. His praises swirled around the bedroom as he voiced his appreciation for my body. Flint and steel created sparks that detonated beneath my skin. Lifting me from the floor, Dante carried me to the bed, laid me on the sheets, and tugged my panties down my legs.

Pushing my knees up and away, Dante brought his face to my core.

“I’ll never tire of your sweet scent.” He lapped from my back to my front, causing me to squeal and buck. With his arm over my hips, Dante held me captive, a prisoner to his vigilant ministrations.

No longer embarrassed, I gave into his attention, losing myself in his systematic disassembling of my preconceptions of intimacy. It wasn’t like my mother was great at the talk. I asked more questions of Cat, but that was more academic than reality. Even the romance books I read failed to fully describe the closeness that came with this level of seduction.

I screamed out his name as my body quivered with the force of a California earthquake. There wasn’t a playbook to tell me if I was ready for another round of intercourse, but that didn’t stop the words from coming forth as Dante lapped my essence. “I want more.”

Dante lifted his head, his dark stare searching for mine.

Lifting my head, I nodded.

“Fuck, Camila, I could get off listening to the erotic noises you make.”

“I want you inside me.”

Scooting up to the headboard, I leaned forward reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re in charge, Dante. I’m fine with that. I just want to feel you, your body over mine.”

I lifted his shirt, revealing the peaks and valleys of his toned abdomen. Spreading my fingers, I ran my palms over his broad shoulders, down his muscular arms. There were stories written in his scars and his strength, stories I could spend a lifetime learning.

Dante hastened from the bed, unfastening his dark jeans and kicking off his shoes and socks. As he reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, I spoke. “I want to undress you as you did me.”

I scooted to the edge of the bed. “I felt you last night and saw you this morning. I want to do more, explore your mysteries.” I used his word.

“Fuck.”

“You said to voice my wants and needs.” I fell to my knees before him. “That’s what I’m doing.”