Page 128 of Dante
His fingers find the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up slowly. Over my stomach. My ribs. My breasts.
I lift my arms and let him take it off.
The cool air hits my skin. My nipples harden instantly.
Dante stares at me.
Then he leans forward and presses his lips to my stomach.
I gasp.
His mouth is hot. Soft. He kisses a path across my belly. Up to my ribs. Down to my hip bone.
His hands work at my pants. Unbuttoning. Unzipping. Pushing them down my thighs until they pool at my ankles.
I step out of them.
Now I'm standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear.
Plain cotton. Nothing sexy.
Dante doesn't seem to care.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down too.
I'm naked.
Completely naked.
Standing in front of a man I told myself I hated.
Dante's hands slide up my thighs. His mouth follows. Kissing. Tasting. Learning every inch of my skin.
He kisses my hip. The curve of my waist. The underside of my breast.
His tongue flicks over my nipple.
I moan.
My hands find his shoulders. Grip tight. Hold on.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth. Rolls it between his teeth. Releases it with a wet pop before moving to the other one.
"Turn around," he says against my skin.
I hesitate.
"Marina." His voice drops lower. "Turn around."
I turn.
My back is to him now. I can feel his eyes on me. Burning into my skin.
His hands find my ass.
He grabs both cheeks. Squeezes hard.
I gasp.
