Dante slid his hand through her hair and caressed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck as he smiled wickedly. “I think I just found one subject where you’re completely misinformed. There’s this little thing called sexual chemistry that you aren’t going to read about in textbooks.”
Okay. Yeah. Some people seemed to feel sexual chemistry and attraction, but she didn’t. Obviously, she understood medically why sex might be enjoyable, but for her, it just wasn’t. She’d never had the desire to try it again. “There isn’t a thing that I can’t tell you about the human anatomy. There’s no basis to believe in sexual chemistry. Sexual attraction is just people assessing the reproductive potential of prospective mates,” she argued, but she licked her lips nervously, wanting to lean into the intense heat that Dante seemed to be throwing off in waves from his ripped, hard body. Her nipples were beginning to get painfully hard, and she nearly moaned as the hand at her waist slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and started stroking over the bare skin at her waist and back. He made lazy little circles with his palm and fingers, sensitizing every area he touched.
“When I look at you, the last thing I’m thinking about is whether or not you can reproduce. I’m thinking about burying my cock inside you simply because it would feel so damn good,” he answered seductively.
Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t sure how to respond. Her body was reacting to his, and it certainly had nothing to do with his genetic potential as a prospective mate. Pure and simple . . . it was lust. “There’s no such thing as true sexual chemistry,” she answered weakly, even as her body said differently.
“You have no idea just how satisfying a great fuck can be,” he told her in a harsh whisper, the hand at the back of her head spearing into her hair, holding her in a way that didn’t hurt but definitely left him in control. “Kiss me,” he commanded huskily, pulling her head to him, their lips close together.
Oh, God. Sarah couldn’t catch her breath, and she was panting lightly with the need to breach the distance between their mouths. “Dante, no. You’re injured and hurting.” Confused, she tried to pull gently away from him, but he tightened his arm around her waist, and she didn’t have the willpower or the desire to pull harder to get free. She felt ensnared and captured, and she felt strangely compelled to devour the man holding her captive. Sarah’s core clenched as she felt his heated breath skitter along her lips, waiting.
“Kiss me, dammit,” he ordered again, this time with a persuasive tone.
“I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you,” she whimpered, desperate to be connected to him, feel his mouth against hers. “I’m your doctor.” She completely gave up arguing the sexual chemistry issue. Whether this was lust or sexual chemistry didn’t matter. It was something she’d never experienced before, and it had her dumbfounded.
“Screw your Hippocratic oath. I need this more than I need a doctor,” Dante growled as he pulled her mouth to his with a needy groan.
Sarah tried to remember that he was injured and she couldn’t grasp on to him. Instead, she curled her hands around the back of the chair and held on for dear life as Dante claimed her mouth with fervent possessiveness. The kiss swept every thought from her head except the delicious thrill of his tongue bursting through the seam of her lips to conquer and entwine them both in an embrace that rocked Sarah’s whole world. Heat engulfed her entire body as Dante squeezed the cheek of her ass and pulled her core flush against his pulsating erection. She moaned as she pressed her pelvis against him, cursing the denim that separated her from his engorged cock.
She completely lost herself in his sultry, heated kiss, squirming against him as he nipped at her lower lip and then swept his tongue over it soothingly, teasingly.
“I want you, Sarah. I’ll be the man to show you just how hot you can burn and how satisfying a hard, wild fuck can be.” His low baritone was strained and insistent.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Sarah’s entire body was vibrating with need, clamoring to be possessed by this powerful male, the first man to ever make her feel this way. It was exhilarating and frightening both at the same time.
“I hate to break up this cozy little interlude, but it’s time to go home, Dante.” The male voice coming from the doorway sounded mischievous and nonchalant.
Flustered, Sarah nearly leaped from between Dante’s legs, her face flushing as she turned to the incredibly handsome man who had just let himself into her house. She had no doubt that this was Jared, Dante’s brother. “You could have knocked,” she muttered, embarrassed.