Is there someone I should dance like that with?
The muscles in his throat spasmed as he took a step closer, crowding into my space. Our chests touched with each breath as I raised my chin to meet his gaze. He quirked a brow as Harrison’s band switched to a new song. I raised my arms anddraped them on his shoulders, entwining my fingers behind his neck. Our bodies pressed closer and his hands found my waist as we twisted our connected hips to the music.
His gaze became hooded as he maintained the most intimate eye contact I’d ever shared with anyone. There was something so tantalizing about the way he didn’t look away. Not even once. I was practically panting by the time the song ended and we separated, reluctantly, to clap for the band. Even applauding the entertainment, his eyes remained on me. I bit my lip and leaned in as another song began. It was a slower one that had Sophie and Graham swaying gently to the melody nearby.
“Wanna get out of here?” I whispered against the shell of Dante’s ear.
“You have no idea,” he growled back.
Grinning, I took his hand and led him off the dance floor. Sophie caught my eye and smiled, but I ignored her as I pulled Dante away from the party. He didn’t argue when I abandoned the eighth and the Deck altogether, leading him up the western stairwell to the Third Ring above. I marched him through dark and empty streets until we reached the jarred door of my apartment building. He frowned at the rock holding it open as we slipped inside, his hand still in mine.
“That doesn’t seem safe,” he muttered as we began climbing the steps.
“What?” I asked, caught off guard at the mention of anything other than what I intended to do with him the moment we entered my apartment.
“The door staying open like that. Anyone could get in.”
“If we close it, it sticks andwecan’t get in.”
“Then your landlord should fix it. With the rent you pay on this place—“
“Dante.” I whirled to face him as we reached the fourth floor landing and came to a stop just a few feet from my door. “Are wereallygoing to discuss building maintenance right now?”
The corners of his lips spread up into a wicked smirk and he lunged forward. I let out a loud giggle, a sound I hadn’t known I was capable of making, as he lifted me easily into the air. My legs wrapped around his hips automatically as his muscled arms tightened around me. Then his lips were on mine and my back was against the door of my apartment. I let out an involuntary moan when his hard length pressed against my core through our clothes. He growled against my neck as his lips broke away from mine to travel down to my clavicle. He muttered something against my skin but I was too lost in the sensation of his mouth on me to hear him.
“What?” I breathed.
“Keys,” he spoke, his voice husky with need.
I plunged my hand into the pocket of my jeans and pulled them out. He took them and unlocked the door without letting go of me. The moment the door was open, he carried me inside. His lips never left my skin as we passed through the threshold. His mouth carved a burning trail from my earlobe down to my sternum as he carried me through the living area toward the hallway off to the side. He threw the keys on the table as we passed, still holding me with one arm as he paused between the bedroom doors.
“Which one?” He grunted.
I pointed and he slammed through the door to my room, rattling the hinges. I briefly glanced over the state of my room and found it good enough. It was somewhat cluttered, clothes that needed mended stacked haphazardly in a corner awaiting my mother’s touch, but I’d never had a boy over who’d complained before. Dante certainly didn’t as he kicked the door shut and turned to press me against it. Thoughts of my messyroom vacated my mind entirely and I lost myself in the heat of his kisses.
Impatiently, I reached between us and tugged at the hem of his shirt. Separating with a growl, he let my legs slide down the length of his body to the floor before reaching down and ripping his shirt up and over his head. I was rewarded immediately with the same view I’d been salivating over for months. The hard planes of his chest, the rippled muscle of his abdomen, the rigid structure of his arms. Biting my lip, I reached out and pressed my hand to his stomach, feeling the smooth, heated skin beneath my palm. He tensed and I looked up to find his green eyes boring into me, a deep, churning abyss of frenzied lust simmering just beneath the surface. He waited though, holding himself back while I looked my fill. But the moment I lifted my chin to kiss him again, his control shattered.
Growling against my lips, he lifted me again and carried me to my bed where he sat me down with a satisfying grunt. Then he stepped back and smirked.
“My turn,” he said.
I grinned back at him and reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it off slowly and dropping it to the floor beside my bed. He hissed in a breath as his eyes roved over me. He moved quickly, fusing his lips to mine once again as we scooted back into the bed and got tangled in the sheets. Within moments, my jeans were gone as well, dropped over the side of the bed with my shirt. Dante’s hands found every inch of my exposed skin. His fingers brushed against my thighs, pinned down my hips, kneaded my breasts. I sighed with bliss each time he rolled a nipple between them. He bit at the fabric of my bra until it was gone as well. When every stitch of clothing I’d worn was tossed off of me, he paused and pulled back. He took his time, letting his gaze fall from my hazel hair spilled upon the bed behind meto my feet tangled up with his own. He took so long that I started to shift beneath him, self-conscious.
“Beautiful,” he whispered and my cheeks heated.
But then he was diving back in, pressing kisses to my lips, my neck, the swell of my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I spread my legs and moaned, begging him to keep going. He complied. The moment I felt his tongue slide against my core, sparks exploded in my vision. I cried out, bucking against him. But his fingers dug into my thighs and he held me open as he continued his sensual torment. I whimpered and buried my fingers in his hair.
“Dante,” I keened, my voice hoarse with need.
He increased his pace. I moaned and shifted. He was so close. If he moved just a little to the left.
I screamed. My hips bucked off the bed as his head kept bobbing between my legs. I was going to fall apart. I was going to disintegrate into a puddle of boneless pulp right there in my bed. I was going to—
I screamed again. I fell against sweaty sheets with a shudder as Dante pulled away, grinning. He licked his lips before crawling up and stretching out on the bed beside me. I took a second to catch my breath, staring up at the ceiling as the room stopped spinning.
A little to the left,Dante drawled in my mind and my gaze snapped to his. He was propped up on one elbow, smirking down at me as I came down from my high.Good note.
“How did you—“ I started, then covered my face with my hands and groaned. “Of course you heard that.”
