“Why? Why shouldn’t I go be with someone who wants me? You don’t.” God, it must be my rage or the spell of stupid that’s come to get me since he came back on the market.
That wasn’t how I imagined telling him how I felt.
He stares back at me with wide eyes and his full lips parted. “Rachel—”
“No, don’t say anything. Just don’t. Pretend I never said anything. Pretend I—”
He cuts off my next words by reaching for me and crushing his lips to mine. It
happens so quickly the shock prevents me from realizing he’s giving me the kiss I’ve always dreamed of.
I dreamed of the kiss and this moment forever, but the way he feels and the way he tastes is so much more than the dream or anything I could ever imagine.
The real life Dante tastes like passion and sex. Like hot sinful desire and temptation rolled into one.
I run my fingers over the hard walls of his chest and my pussy aches with the need I’ve always felt for this man to be inside me.
The dream fades though when he slows his kisses and presses his forehead to mine. The spell breaks and my heart starts beating wildly.
Dante just kissed me.
So that means I was right. He must feel something for me if he kissed me.
“I want you,” he whispers. “I have always wanted you.”
“I want you too,” I answer returning to his lips.
“We shouldn’t do this Princesa,” he groans but I think he must be trying to convince himself. Not me.
I’m not listening. I pull him back into the hunger of the kiss and he moves with me until he has me pressed up against the wall where hot and hungry kisses consume us. Every kiss makes me want him even more.
Where we are is still
public. People are passing by. I’m aware of that and I’m aware of the press of his cock into my abdomen.
I grind against him and he pulls away again. this time taking my hand. he leads me through the doors to the fantasy room, we don’t go down the path though that would take us to an assortment of themed rooms. He takes me down an alley way and we stop in a crevice. It’s dark, too dark, but he switches on a little light over my head that shines down on me. It’s a dim amber glow like the kind you’d use for a night light, but a little brighter. Bright enough for us to see each other’s faces.
His is worried.
“Dante… please don’t stop touching me,” I say. It sounds like a plea.
I lean against the wall and he plants his hands either side of me. “I don’t want to.”
“Then don’t.”
“Rachel, if I touch you one more time everything will change between us forever.”
“Do you want things to stay the same? You avoiding me and me not knowing what I’m supposed to do. you didn’t even want to get coffee with me.”
He hangs his head down.
“Rachel, I avoided you because of how I feel about you. You’re off limits to me. I’m your father’s best friend. I’m twenty years older than you.”
“I don’t care. I’ve never cared.” I reach up and touch his handsome face.
“No?”
“No…” I gaze up at him and cast aside the nerves that usually take me when I’m around him. I’m getting the chance I’ve always wanted with him. Now isn’t the time for nerves. It’s time to take what I want and be with him the way I want. “I used to imagine what it would be like to be with you.”