Alisa looked up at me questioningly as I pulled her away and leaned in close, my lips grazing her ear again. “I’m missing you.”
“I’m right here,” she replied with a small smile.
“No,” I said, letting my voice drop lower, watching her blush as she caught the meaning. “I’mreallymissing you.”
She met my gaze and bit her lower lip in that way that drove me fucking crazy.
“Come with me,” I whispered, and led her out and down the hallway until we found the guest bedroom.
“Dante,” she giggled as I pulled her inside and closed the door. “Achille will kill us if he finds out.”
“Those chicken nuggets he’s serving will kill us first,” I replied, making her laugh.
And just as quickly, I quietened her down by killing the rest of it with a kiss. I pressed her back against the door and slid my tongue over the parting of her lips. My hands came up to bracket her body, and I used one hand to quickly lock the door.
She giggled into my mouth and let me slide my tongue right in, winding her arms around my neck to pull me closer as she opened her mouth to me.
I slid my tongue against hers, tasting the sweetness of the wine she’d been drinking.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do this all evening,” I groaned against her lips, my hands moving from the door to her waist. “Watching you in this dress is torture.”
“Then take it off me.” Her voice went husky with desire.
I didn’t wait for her to change her mind.
I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down slowly. Meanwhile, she undid the buttons of my shirt. We moved faster, like we had to beat time itself.
She then stood naked before me in nothing but a lacy little white bra and matching panties that made my mouth go dry.
“What’s the point of even wearing these?” I teased, noticing all the skin through the lace.
“Women have been taught we have to,” she shrugged and slid my shirt down my arms. Wherever her fingers touched, tingled.
“Fuck society,” I murmured, taking a step back to drink in the sight of her. “I prefer you without underwear, anyway.”
Her eyes darkened as they traveled down my chest to the obvious bulge in my pants. “Now, you’re asking for too much.”
I laughed and moved toward her again, kissed her again, and let my hands travel down her body. Her back, her shoulders, the curve of her waist—every inch of her was perfect yet not enough.
I needed more. Within seconds, I had her bra off, her breasts free. She moaned when I cupped them in my hands, brushing my thumbs over her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
“Dante,” she moaned as I lowered my head to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.
I dropped to my knees before her, my hands sliding down to grip her ass as I trailed kisses down her stomach. Her breathing quickened as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs.
She kicked the flimsy little thing aside.
I looked up at her from where I was on my knees—her flushed face, her parted lips, her eyes heavy with want—and felt a surge of desire so strong it nearly knocked me sideways.
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered, and she widened up, her hands bracing against the door behind her.
I leaned in, placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs, working my way higher. I could smell her, could see how wet she was already, and it made my cock throb painfully in my pants.
“Please,” she whispered, her hips shifting restlessly.
“Please what?” I teased, my breath hot against her core.
“Your mouth,” she gasped. “I need your mouth on me.”
