“Fuck!” Dante dropped her unceremoniously on the hay as he sprang to his feet. “You bit me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said mildly. “Is this pleasure all one-sided?”
“Pleasure?” Dante narrowed his eyes as he examined the small damp patch on his jeans.
“You haven’t heard of love bites?”
“You clearly haven’t heard of restraint.” With an incredulous laugh, he shook his head. “Do you sharpen your teeth at night?”
“No. But I can if you’d like me to.”
A faint smile continued to play around his mouth as he admitted, “I love having you bite me.”
Rose’s smiled bro
adened. “That’s what I thought. You’re a very lucky man. Think what might have happened if I’d had you in my mouth.”
Pulling back his head, Dante looked at her. “Are you suggesting I should be happy that you only took a chunk out of my thigh?”
“You should be delighted,” she corrected him. “And relieved.”
For a tense few seconds, neither of them said a word, and then Dante laughed, and she laughed too. “Touché, senorita,” he murmured against her mouth as he hauled her to her feet.
She’d never felt so close to him, and her heart sang with reckless love. Cupping her buttocks, Dante pulled her onto his erection, and even through the thick placket of his jeans, the sensation was incredible.
“I want to fuck,” he said bluntly.
“You said that in the kitchen. Did you have anyone in mind?”
“Only you.”
The intensity with which he said this surprised her.
They came together like a clap of thunder. Neither of them was interested in foreplay, and neither was remotely submissive. They didn’t speak. There was no need for words when they knew what they wanted, and their goal was fixed. The only sound was Rose’s hectic breathing as her fingers worked frantically to release the buckle on Dante’s belt. If he said the wrong thing, she could lose it right now.
“No!” she warned, seeing the glint of intent in his eyes.
Naturally, it pleased him to ignore her.
He supported her when she lost it, her body working hungrily against his. When she finally quieted, he laid her down with care on the hay. Dante was as vital to her existence as the air they shared. He was her world, she thought as he moved over her. Faces touching, they moved as one until, lifting her in his arms, he stood and rammed her against the wall. “Every way there is,” he promised as he dipped at the knees to take her again.
“Oh yes, please,” she wailed as pleasure consumed her.
Driving his mouth down on hers, Dante did exactly as directed.
“Where are you taking me?” Rose asked him much later.
“To bed—to my bed,” he said as he swung her into his arms. She looked surprised. “Did you have someone else’s bed in mind?” he asked as he strode toward the exit.
“Definitely not,” she assured him as he unlocked the door and shouldered his way out.
He smiled down at her. “All I want to do is fuck you.”
“I think I get that.”
“Until you fall asleep in my arms,” he explained. “Until we wake up together tomorrow morning.”
He’d sounded fiercer than he’d intended, and Rose was silent quite some time. He’d crossed the yard, and carried her up to the path to the front entrance of his hacienda before he looked at her properly again. The tears in her eyes shocked him. He hadn’t planned to upset her. He didn’t want to evoke any type of emotion in Rose, other than passion and hunger for sex. He firmly believed he couldn’t change who he was.