“Hot. Tight. Wet. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He drove another finger inside her, wrenching a groan from her. “Do you like the falcon, Jaime?” She opened her eyes and twisted her neck to find Dante watching her intently. Right then, he looked dangerous. His lips were fixed into a hard line, his nostrils were flaring, and his eyes had gone wolf.
“Is he what’s got you this wet?
The sensible answer was no. It was also the truthful answer. She shook her head.
“So this is for me?” He wiggled his fingers inside her before thrusting again. Not satisfied with her nod, he said, “Answer me, Jaime.”
“Yes.”
He rotated his fingers. “Do you want to know what’s going to happen when we get back? I’m going to fuck you. Really, really fuck you. Fuck you like no one ever has. You want that, don’t you?” The way her inner muscles contracted around his fingers told him the answer to that. “Good, because it is going to happen. And you’re going to scream for me. Not for Pretty Boy, not for the falcon, not for anyone else. Me. Only me.” He thrust his fingers hard and deep as he took her mouth. Like last time, the kiss became pure animal lust and he was growling into her mouth as she was groaning into his. “That’s it. Fucking come.”
As if that was what her body had been waiting for, Jaime’s climax washed over her and he caught her as she sagged against him. Hell, her legs were freaking shaking. The guy was lethal. When Jaime opened her eyes, it was to see his lips twitch into a smile of victory. It should have pissed her off, but as that had been one hell of an orgasm, she’d overlook the cockiness.
He slid his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking first one and then the other without once removing his gaze from hers. Her darkly rich taste burst on his tongue, had him wanting more. He fully intended to have more. “I knew you’d taste good. Now it’s time to go.” This time, Jaime didn’t argue. She probably should have, but at this point all she could think about was having him inside her. She’d lecture herself about the whole I-shouldn’t-jump-when-he-calls thing tomorrow. Right now, she needed him inside her. After giving Ivy and Riley—who had been watching in open-mouthed fascination—a brief wave, she allowed Dante to lead her out of the club. Neither of them spoke throughout the journey home. In fact, neither of them said even one word until they were inside his room.
No sooner had he shut the door than Jaime found herself pinned against it. His mouth abruptly landed on hers, and his tongue swept inside like it owned her. She doubted that there was anyone in the world who kissed like Dante; with his tongue, teeth, and lips he dominated, devoured, and conquered. Quickly the kiss became raw and primitive, and so damn deep that it was as if he was tugging at her soul through his mouth. Every single nerve in her body went on high alert, eager and impatient for him to fill her and rid her of that burning ache that just wouldn’t go.
She yanked at his T-shirt and slid her hands underneath, running them along the smooth yet firm abs that his T-shirt had only hinted at. His stomach clenched and he growled as she raked her nails from his collarbone down to the waistband of his jeans. She gasped when he abruptly bit down hard on her lower lip and sucked it into his mouth. Her wolf liked the possessive act.
Finally pulling back, Dante let his gaze travel the length of her body. That little dress clung to her like a second skin, highlighting those delicate curves he loved. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to bunch up that devil’s creation around her waist or strip it off completely so he could get a better look at what was beneath. He had pictured her naked so many times, it bordered on ridiculous.
Tonight, he would find out just how accurate his imagination had been.
Gripping her wrists, he pinned them above their head. “Keep them there. Now watch while I touch you.”
That deep, dominant, controlled voice sent a feverish tremor through her body. Seeing his eyes ablaze with determination and possessiveness, Jaime understood exactly what she would be getting herself into. He wouldn’t be like the guys she was used to, wouldn’t be satisfied with just a hint of submissiveness from her. He would be intense, greedy, commanding, and would insist on her surrender—something she didn’t like to do. So why was she wetter than she’d ever been in her life?
As Dante skimmed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, she flicked it with her tongue.
Smiling, he trailed his thumb down her chin, the column of her throat, and down the valley between her breasts. Reaching the front clip of her bra, he flicked it open. His hands slowly slid the bra and dress aside so that they framed her bare breasts. They were round, full, and perfect. He molded them in his hands, thumbing the rosy, taut nipples that were begging for his attention. It would be cruel to disappoint them.
Startling a gasp from Jaime, he swooped down and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked, nibbled, licked, bit, and drew on her nipple with his teeth. Over and over he did it, changing the rotation each time. Soon her breathy moans turned into sobs as she tugged on his hair, wanting him to release her.
Dante arched a brow at her. “Hands above your head.” With a low growl that made him smile, she did. He licked his way to the other nipple, loving the uniquely sun-kissed taste of her skin. He lavished it with the same overwhelming attention until once again her moans were sobs and she was struggling against him. He was so tempted to take her right there, but he wasn’t finished with this body yet. “I want to look at you.” In seconds, he had whipped the dress up and over her head and slung the bra aside, giving him an unobstructed view of that body that he was obsessed with having, owning.
Fucking beautiful. Her stomach was nicely toned, her gorgeous shapely legs went on forever, and God help him, she had a full Brazilian. “The heels can stay. I want you to lie on your back on the bed for me.”
The command and power in that gruff rumble made her shudder. Her wolf loved the authority in his voice even while she felt challenged by it; she saw a male who could handle her and give her what she needed. Jaime thought about rebelling against him for the hell of it, but the resolve in his eyes warned her not to ignore his order, and she knew the sadistic asshole would keep her hanging for a while if she did. No, she needed release now. She’d rebel another time.
“Very good,” said Dante when she complied.
Jaime literally couldn’t look away from his body as he slowly approached the bed, stripping as he went. She licked her bottom lip as she gazed at his tanned, incredibly toned chest, imagining running her tongue between the grooves of his gorgeous abs. He was literally the embodiment of power, and that acted as a narcotic to her wolf. Was she really about to let Dante fuck her? Was this really happening? Damn, she hoped so. If this was a dream, it was the best she’d ever had.
Allowing her gaze to roam lower, Jaime’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock. Holy mother of fuck. “Well-hung” would be an understatement—though that wasn’t surprising, since he was a big guy all over. His cock didn’t let down in the girth department either. It wasn’t huge in a way that looked unnatural; it was just on the right side of well-endowed.
Dante’s mouth dried up at the sight of her all laid out for him. “Spread your legs for me.” She didn’t. She just stared up at him defiantly. “Don’t make me have to punish you, baby.” That sounded kind of interesting. “And how exactly would you punish me?”