Page 37 of Wicked Takeover
“I’m okay.” He righted himself, removed the rubber, and dropped it in the wastebasket.
His hair looked awesome, tangled from their play. His body was magnificent, muscular and lean, so toned Lauren could count his abs. Other than his amazing side tat, his pecs, torso, and narrow hips were nothing but sleek bronze skin. No tan marks from trunks or board shorts. She couldn’t imagine where he was able to swim in the nude, which he must have done frequently. His athletic form was in perfect condition and unbelievably gorgeous.
Beneath his hard belly, dark hair trickled to the thick curls on his groin. Prominent veins snaked up his cock that was still semi-hard, the crown a plump mouthful, its color ruddy. Short, dark hairs dusted his pendulous balls, thighs, and calves. His legs were long and sinewy. Hell, even his large feet were sexy.
He padded to the convertible chair, climbed on, and sagged down.
Lauren stroked his inner thighs.
His legs trembled. He spread them and reached for her. “Get up here.”
She didn’t. Couldn’t. Before he’d climbed on the chair, it had looked fairly big. Now, it seemed too narrow. “There’s not room enough for both of us.”
“Sure there is.” He turned to face her and scooted back. His ass and shoulder hit the mirrored wall. He patted the cushion. “Hop on.”
Lauren prayed the thing wouldn’t collapse from her added weight. As gracefully as possible, she settled next to Dante, facing him. Close enough for his body heat to warm her and his breath to whisper over her lips. With a blissful look in his eyes, he smiled and kissed her. Gently this time. Tender and searching.
Her defenses crumbled, leaving her soul naked and yearning. She opened up to him, powerless against what was happening, which was so damn reckless for her heart. She should have stopped wanting him but couldn’t.
They kissed, tongues exploring for a long time that seemed far too short to her. Dante brushed his lips over her throat, then scooted down and licked her areola. His tongue’s wet heat was better than a million bucks, even in her precarious financial situation. He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Not like he was trying to arouse, but to comfort them both.
Her lids grew heavy. She stifled a yawn. Dante grunted and sighed, sounding content.
Time slowed down, then drifted.
Beating drums and shrieking trumpets awakened her, the music way too peppy and loud.
Dante’s soft snore fluttered his upper lip. His breath grazed her breast.
Loving it, Lauren finger combed his hair.
He stirred, glanced up, and frowned.
She supposed at the intrusive music. “Don’t make any sudden moves, or I might land on the floor.”
He pulled her into him, her mound to his cock, and rested his forehead against hers. “Not gonna happen. I have you.”
For now. What about tomorrow and the endless days beyond?
She didn’t want to think about it. During their passion, everything had seemed better than okay and downright necessary. Now regret threatened over the line they had crossed. Feeling silly and shy, she could only manage a faint smile.
Dante yawned lustily and snuggled close. “We gotta go.”
Her heart fell, which was ridiculous. Of course, they had to go. They couldn’t stay here their entire lives, even if she wanted to. She swallowed her disappointment and longing. “Yeah, it’s late. We both should go home and get some real sleep.”
“I wasn’t talking about that.” He pushed to his elbow and eased his arm from her waist. “Can you turn around and get off this thing without falling?”
She could only hope. If she landed on her ass, she’d feel like a complete idiot. “Yeah, I guess.” She didn’t budge.
He kissed her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
She was about to shake her head and pretend nothing was bothering her but couldn’t. For some reason, she wanted to be straight with him. “You said you weren’t talking about you and me going to our respective homes for some real sleep. What did you mean?”
“Having dinner.”
She couldn’t hide her surprise. “Now? It’s so late.”
“It’s probably not even eleven.” He grinned. “I know I have a lot of stamina, but even I can’t go on for hours.”
