Quite intelligent, despite being male, Dante instantly sensed the change in the atmosphere. The silver eyes darkened to smoke as he allowed his gaze to slowly wander over her face.
"Abby?" he whispered.
Not giving herself time to consider her rash behavior, Abby reached up to thrust her hands into his glorious hair. Her heart was already racing and her breath impossible to capture.
"I don't want to think about demons or witches or all the other horrid creatures that are trying to Mil me."
His arms wrapped about her, togging her easily to straddle his legs so they were face-to-face.
"What do you want?" he rasped, his fingers trailing up the length of her spine.
'You." She kissed him with all the yearning that was burning within her. "I want you."
Chapter 10
She heard his soft groan as his hands shifted to cup her hips, compulsively pressing her to his thickening cock.
"Abby?"
She arched forward, her body already on fire. Hell, at the moment she felt fully at home in this cave. Certainly her urges were as primitive as any Neanderthal.
She want. She take.
"What?" she muttered, tilting back her head as his lips nibbled their way down her throat.
"You know you are not thinking clearly?"
"I don't care."
His tongue ran a searing path along the line of her collarbone.
"I just don't want you to come to your senses and discover some creative spot for that stake that you keep threatening me with," he husked.
In response, she leaned back so that she could pull her shirt over her head. She tossed it aside and quickly followed it with her plain cotton bra.
"I've already accepted that I've gone completely-insane. What is a little more madness?"
His agonized groan echoed through the shadowed cave, his eyes flashing silver fire as his hands moved to tenderly cup her br**sts.
"Good madness, I hope," he muttered, clearly distracted as his thumbs brushed over her ni**les.
She shivered with excitement. 'Yes."
His head lowered, his lips closing over the tip of her breast.
"And better madness?"
Her eyes squeezed shut as a sharp, gnawing pleasure raced through her.
"Oh… God, yes."
"Bloody hell." Still tormenting her nipple with his tongue, Dante expertly attacked the fastening to her jeans and, with Abby's full cooperation, swiftly had her na**d and back in his lap. Pulling her close, he kissed her with a desperate hunger. "I've dreamed of this so long, lover. I need to know this isn't just another fantasy."
"I'm no fantasy," she assured him.
He gave a soft chuckle, his hands trailing down her back and over her hips. "That's a matter of opinion."
"Dante," she whispered.