"I got laid last weekend," he taunts.
"Bravo. Now, it's my turn," I tell him and head downstairs.
There's candlelight, soft music playing in the background, and the handsome man that is Dante DiMora—all waiting for me. Not just for dinner.
"This is beautiful, Dante." It's so much more than that. Roses. There are roses and rose petals scattered about.
I'm not going to lie. I'm nervous. Since the attack, it's only been Xander and that was just one weekend. No one's touched me since… not intimately. I don't know what to expect from Dante or myself.
"Sparkling cider?" he asks.
I nod and take the champagne flute from him. He knows I can't drink alcohol while on the medications I'm on. I appreciate the effort he made to accommodate that. Not every man would.
"Thank you."
He smiles softly. "You are nervous?"
"A little."
He reaches out to rest his hands on my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. "There is no need, little dove. You know me. I know you."
I nod and inhale his scent. It's an expensive cologne but it definitely does the trick. I feel the tingle of arousal all from his scent—even more so when he leans down to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
He kisses my neck, my cheeks, my lips; and when he begins to remove my clothes, his lips touch every part of my body. I knew he was experienced, but I had no idea he'd be a considerate and attentive lover. Every breath, every moan, he learns from, enhancing my pleasure until I come apart in his arms. I'm shaky and wobbly. He carries me to the bed.
I watch as he undresses, removing his tie, shirt, shoes, socks, and slacks, leaving him in black silk boxers. That would seem silly—wasting silk on boxers—if I didn't know him as well as I do. Everything has to be the best for Dante.
Dante winks at me then wiggles his eyebrows as he removes his boxers and I have to laugh.
I look at him naked and he definitely is a sexy man and I want him. He's not as "big" as Xander, but he's definitely not lacking in the endowment department.
No. There is no room for Xander in this bed. I'm positive he doesn't think of me while he fucks other women. I refuse to let him interfere tonight.
I hold out my hand to Dante and he takes it, sliding next to me on the bed. He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a stream of condoms.
"Whoa. You're definitely prepared," I tease.
He grins. "You think you can handle it?"
"I don't think you can handleme," I taunt.
He smirks and dips his fingers between my legs.
"Ah, still so wet and ready for me. It was a beautiful thing to watch you come. I want to see that again."
He rips open the condom and rolls it on.
I pull him down to me. The feel of his fingers rubbing me ignited the spark again.
Slowly, he positions himself at my entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asks, one last time.
I nod. "I am."
With that, he gently slips inside me. Inch by inch, watching my face as he does, gauging my expression. His eyes darken and glaze over, and when he's fully inside of me, he groans.
"You feel amazing."
