But he's looking at me like I'm the dessert he's craving.
My mouth is watering, my palms sweaty.
I blink rapidly.
"Dante," I whisper.
"Tell me you don't want it too," he says. "Say no and I'll walk away, Angelica."
I open my mouth to say the words, but I can't even croak them out.
Instead, I stand.
We're inches apart now, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
He reaches up and cups my face in his hands.
His thumbs brush across my cheekbones. "Say something." His eyes dance over my face as I flounder.
"I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything."
He leans down and kisses me.
His kiss is gentle but possessive.
I accept it, but with my eyes wide open.
And I see that he's pouring everything into it, eyes closed, desperation scrawled over his forehead as if he's expecting me to push him away.
The kiss deepens, and his hands move to my waist and pull me closer.
I feel the hard planes of his body against mine as the years of loneliness and fear melt away under his touch.
Dante's lips crash into mine, just as hungry and possessive after six long years, and I melt into the kiss, my body yielding instantly as his tongue claims my mouth.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me tight against his frame, and I whimper softly into him, fingers trembling as they clutch his shoulders.
"Fuck, Angelica, I've dreamed of this," he growls, breaking the kiss to yank my blouse open, buttons scattering across the dining room floor.
"These tits are mine tonight." He shoves my bra down roughly, exposing me, and latches his mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard while his teeth graze the peak.
I moan, arching into his touch, my head falling back as heat floods my core.
"Dante… someone will walk in."
"Then they'll see how much I've been waiting for this moment again."
His teeth bite down on my nipple and I yelp.
But he doesn't stop, switching to the other nipple, biting just enough to sting.
"You like that, don't you? Moaning for me already."
His free hand slides down, unfastening my slacks and zipper in one swift pull, shoving them and my panties down my thighs.
I kick off my shoes, slacks pooling at my ankles, and he strips them away, leaving me bare from the waist down on the table's edge.
