“Don’t change. I love it. It was such a cute kitten, and then she started purring.” I sigh.
“I didn’t know you liked cats.”
“I do, but Alicia is allergic to them so I felt like I couldn’t have one even though Alicia hardly ever visited me. I was the one to go see her.”
“Hmm, want to stay in?” Definitely, I press against him as my answer. “On second thought, I think it’s better we went out. You need a night of rest.” I pout as he lets me go. He tugs on my hair. “I mean it. Do you have anything in red?”
“Something in red coming right up.” I push him out of the closet, and he goes with a smile. Unzipping the bag, I eye the red long-sleeved dress I loved.
Dressed, I head into the bathroom. I take the items I went shopping for the day before we left. With a deep breath I pull out the foundation, concealer, weird sponge, primer, powder and brand-new mascara and both lipsticks. The lady at the counter was remarkably patient with me as she talked me through applying everything. Her explanations were simple and to the point, and she even allowed me to clean off what she did and apply it on my own. I had considered applying makeup this morning, only it was already pretty hot when we left, and I didn’t want the makeup running in the heat. Now with the sun set and the restaurant likely air-conditioned, I want to try it out.
Good lord, this is taking forever. I don’t bother using the brush to apply the lipstick; I go with the nude one since the red is more burgundy then the bold red of the dress. Stepping back, I’m excited by how it looks. Okay, not to brag or anything, but I’m hot.
I walk through the suite to find Dante out on the balcony. “Dante, sorry it took so long.”
He turns and I fight not to laugh at his expression. I blink and he’s pulling me into his arms. “I changed my mind, you’re too beautiful to take out in public. I don’t want other men looking at you, wondering what you look like naked.”
“I told you I want to stay in. You, me, the big soaking tub, heaven.”
He groans. “You’re killing me. I’m trying to control my animal lust where you’re concerned, but you aren’t helping.”
“Considering I love your animal lust where I’m concerned, I’m afraid I’m not going to be much help.” I slide my arms around his neck to bring him down to me. It’s times like now I hate how much taller he is than me, even if most of the time I love it. He bends but he doesn’t kiss me; his mouth goes along my neck, turning me liquid in his arms. Until he nips at my neck where it meets my shoulder, and holy crap, it causes my pussy to flood for him. I’m clinging to him as he sucks at the spot, but not to soothe like I thought. Instead, he nips again. My hand is on him, trying to free him, as Dante’s large hand wraps around my wrist, bringing it up to his chest. I’m panting, desperate for him, only to find myself thrust away from him. Asshole. “I do believe we haven’t gotten around to your spankings yet. Tonight I’ll rectify that.”
“Dante, seriously?” Somehow I’m being propelled out of the room.
“Very seriously.”
It’s not until we’re in the cab that I realize it. “Did you give me a hickey like we’re fifteen?”
“Yep, and I never gave hickeys when I was fifteen. I was too cool.”
“Then why in the world are you giving me one now?”
“Because when men are looking at you wondering what you look like naked, they’ll also see you’re mine.
”
I can’t stop laughing.
***
Bethany
I’m fighting not to yawn in the cab on the way back to the hotel, only there’s no hiding it. Crap, like I always do when I’m verging on exhaustion, I go from tired to barely able to function in minutes. By the time we’re getting out of the cab Dante is practically carrying me through the hotel.
“Sorry,” I mutter as Dante carries me to bed.
“Don’t apologize. All the better for me to contain my lust for you. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have kept you out so late.” His hands are gentle as he undresses me.
“Hmm... not late,” I mumble. It’s barely midnight, I want to say, only the darkness sucks me in and I’m asleep before I can.
Dante
Damn, she went out like a light. I consider leaving her bra and panties on, the better to keep my hands off her, only she’s as sexy in them as she is out of them. I tuck her in under the covers. With a sigh I move off the bed, and into the bathroom. I find the makeup remover wipes and go back into the bedroom. The one thing I’ve heard women complain about, more than when a waiter screwed up and put salad dressing on the salad instead of on the side, is falling asleep with their makeup on.
I’m touched Bethany wore makeup for me, so I’ll never tell her I prefer her without it. She doesn’t need it, not really. Her skin is clear and glows from her natural olive skin tone, and even her lips are a soft pink. But if wearing makeup makes her feel better so be it. A few swipes of the moist wipe and it’s gone, and Bethany has barely moved.
Not trusting myself to stay away from her, I wander out of the bedroom through the suite to the balcony. While the last three days were exactly what I wanted, more than once in the back of my mind I wondered if she was sore, told myself not to touch her, but every time I did she climbed onto me and I couldn’t refuse her. I hate the idea she was in discomfort or even pain and hid it from me. Hell, I really do want to put her over my knee, only it would lead to another bout of making love.