Everything has been spiraling out of control. Work. Tom. The guys. But right here, right now, I’m making a choice. I’m taking something for me. I’m giving something in return.
“Pip.”
His voice has a warning in it, but I’m not listening to warnings anymore. I’ll return to his apartment with him in the morning. I’ll see Wyatt and know he saw all of me and still doesn’t want me. But I know Dante wants me.
And I want him.
I glide my hands over his hips and he blows out a breath. The water is warm as it slides between the two of us.
“I don’t want to think anymore.” I move my hand over his thigh. My fingertips brush his now-hard cock. “I just want to stay in this moment. With you.”
He turns slowly, giving me every opportunity to say just kidding, but I’m not.
“I won’t fuck you when you’re vulnerable, pip.” His hand cups my jaw and his light blue eyes search mine with a fierceness I admire. Dante isn’t afraid of what he feels, but he holds back a lot.
I don’t want him to hold back anymore. “Then let me take care of you, boss.”
I turn my head in his hand and part my lips around his thumb, sucking gently while watching the fire burn in his eyes. He wants me and I want him.
“Sara.” My name on his lips is a surrender. It buzzes through me, but he’s still not touching me.
I pop off his thumb and kiss his chest. My hands smooth over his hips. I’ve never had this opportunity to explore a man with my hands and mouth. I’m sure some guys wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t want them.
Not the way I want him.
“You don’t have to fuck me, Dante.” I lick his salty skin. “I just want to explore.”
His hands press against the tile on either side of my head. “Whatever you want, pip.”
A thrill goes through me as I kiss his chest. Finding one of his flat nipples, I open my mouth around it and flick the hardened tip with my tongue. His breath rushes out, so I do it again.
I suction my mouth over it and run my hands over his hard ass, pressing my breasts against his hot skin. His body tenses against mine and I grow wetter between my thighs as my nipples harden against him.
His cock presses against my stomach. I want to touch it, but I want him to feel that anticipation the way I do. So, I work my way over to his other nipple and flick it with my tongue, before sucking on it.
“Sara.” It’s a plea. A worshipful word that makes me giddy. I want to worship him in a way I’ve never wanted to with anyone else.
My hands move between us and I lift my chin so I can watch his face. His head hangs. His wet, blond hair is bound in a bun with tendrils escaping it. His lips are firm, and if I could reach, I’d kiss them, tease them, part them with my tongue and taste every inch.
I wait there. His eyes are closed. My fingers massage his hips, waiting.
His eyes open and meet mine. I gasp at the heat in them. The restraint. Fuck, I want to unleash Dante. Unravel this perfect man.
I lean back against the tile, taking my skin away from his. I miss it as soon as it’s gone, but I want to watch this and I want him to see.
I lower my eyes to his cock, jutting proudly from his hips. So thick and long. Honestly, it’s beautiful. I drag my fingers over his hip bone and along his abs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath my fingertips, until my fingers brush his shaft.
My gaze shifts up to his face as I slide my hand around him. His lips part as he watches me tentatively stroke down to where his cock meets his body and then back up, stopping at the ridge of his head.
His eyes darken and my insides burn with need.
I return my gaze to his cock and trace my fingertips over the ridge and through the precum gathering at his tip. I bring my finger to my lips, tasting it. Salty and earthy.
He groans above me, but he’s no longer trying to stop me. His light blue eyes remain focused on my hand. My pussy throbs, thinking about how it would feel to take him inside me.
To have him fill me with his cock. Stretch me to fit him. I lift my other hand to cup his balls.
“Fuck, pip.”
