Come for me.
He came with a low groan, his hand fisting in her hair, trying to pull her mouth from him. She ignored his nonverbal warning, wanting to taste his orgasm on her tongue. His hot release flooded her throat and she let it flow over her tongue before swallowing, moaning around him as his cock pulsated in her mouth. She ran her tongue up the shaft soothingly after he was spent, and then swiped it over the tip, wanting every drop he had to give. Dante tasted decadent and male, and he smelled like erotic bliss.
He leaned up, then hauled her back up beside him and kissed her.
“Now we taste like each other,” she told him in an amused voice after he’d relinquished her mouth. Resting her head on his shoulder to avoid putting any pressure on his sore chest, she released a long sigh of contentment.
“Yeah. And I’m addicted to the taste of you now,” Dante answered huskily. “All I’ll think about is fucking you every time I hear your voice or see your face. Hell, I’ll think it about it even if you’re not in the same room.”
Sarah flushed with pleasure. “You make me feel like a woman, Dante.” Actually, he made her feel like a sexual goddess. It was a strange feeling for a woman who had never felt . . . well . . . anything.
He turned his head and grinned wolfishly at her. “Last time I checked, you were a woman. And I examined you pretty carefully.”
She punched him in his muscular upper arm playfully. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What, then?” he asked curiously.
“I’ve always felt like a geek, almost asexual.” She’d never had a fierce attraction to any man except Dante, and her reaction to him was confounding her.
He rolled her beneath him and hovered over her, his expression troubled. “I guarantee you’re not asexual, and you’re beautiful and responsive. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I have no idea why you’ve never wanted to explore your sexuality before, but I’m greedy and selfish. I want you to do it with me. Only me.”
I’ve never wanted to do it with anyone else.
After her one bad experience, she’d never met a man who moved her to explore the sensual side of herself. And after she’d become scarred, she’d put the thought out of her mind altogether.
Dante was definitely an inspiration, but he’d had no business doing the things he’d done in his condition. “No more fooling around until you’re healed. I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer. You need to completely heal,” she lectured, knowing that if he touched her again, she’d cave in. The man was like a highly addictive drug.
“I told you that you’re not my doctor anymore,” he reminded her ferociously.
“I’m still a doctor, and I know what you did tonight could have set back your recovery,” she told him sternly.
“Baby, I guarantee it didn’t hurt a bit.” He shot her a shit-eating grin that nearly melted her.
Stay strong. You know he was hurting earlier. You could see it. He’s trying to charm you into forgetting that you saw him in pain.
“No,” she told him adamantly.
Flopping onto his back again, he groaned. “It will kill me.”
Sarah bit back a smile. Honestly, his ferocious appetite for her delighted her as much as it concerned her. “You lived without my body for thirty-one years,” she reminded him.
“Yeah. And it sucked,” he told her sulkily.
Sarah had to bite her lower lip to keep from smiling. At the moment, he resembled a pouty boy. “I want to be with you, too. But not if I have to wonder every minute if you’re hurting yourself.” Really, he was the most stubborn man alive. He should still be down and resting with his injuries, and he was already trying to pretend they didn’t exist anymore. “It has to stop.” She was already afraid he was going to get hurt protecting her. She intentionally changed the subject. “Will I be able to get into my house for some of my personal belongings? My clothes and stuff like that?”
“No.” His low voice was hesitant and reluctant. “Sarah, there’s nothing there anymore. Even your clothing was hacked up. I’m sorry.”
Sarah shuddered. “He really does want me dead.”
“We’ll catch him, sweetheart. I swear.”
She didn’t doubt Dante. She’d never seen a man who was more dedicated to righting a wrong, which made him an excellent detective. With his determined stubbornness, Sarah knew he’d do everything in his power to finally apprehend John Thompson.