was almost too much to take. The sensations flowing through her made her vision hazy, so she closed her eyes and tried to relax, running her hands through his thick hair.
Within seconds, his hand slid down her stomach, slipping inside her panties, his touch so gentle she writhed beneath him. Gabriella's breath hitched when his fingers grazed her clit, stroking it, rubbing, and driving her straight to the brink. Just a touch had her seeing stars. Parts of her ached for more. The guy definitely knew his way around a woman. Her body was a roadmap he skillfully navigated, exploring every twist and turn with his fingertips and mouth.
Gabriella lifted up when he tugged on her underwear, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor beside the bed. Her eyes darted open when he parted her legs and shifted further down the bed, settling between her thighs. The orange morning glow streamed through the nearby window. She was used to sleeping with so much light, but she wasn't used to this happening.
He could see everything.
She tried to sit up, but he grasped her hips, pinning them against the bed. Before she could object, his mouth was on her, his tongue flicking against her aching clit.
"Oh my God." She fisted his hair as she fell back flat against the bed. Every ounce of protest dissipated as her muscles turned to jelly, her body succumbing to him. He shouldn't be doing that. His face shouldn't be down there. His mouth shouldn't be on her, his tongue doing whatever it was doing, flicking and circling or something. She didn't know. But frankly, she couldn't find it in her to care, either. Whatever he was doing was absolute perfection, and she never wanted it to end.
His mouth took her straight to Heaven.
The sensations built, layer after layer, as his mouth grew more frantic. Maybe it was a minute. Maybe it was an hour. It was an eternity wrapped up in a moment, one she wanted to exist in forever. The pressure built to the point of explosion. Her back arched, her jaw slack, noise catching in her throat.
Orgasm rocked her. Her legs shook, thigh clamping down around his head as she gasped, "Don't stop."
He didn't stop. He kept going until she couldn't take anymore. The sensations subsided, pleasure morphing, the ache growing painful. He seemed to know, because before she could tell him, his mouth moved, lips trailing along her inner thigh as she loosened her grip on him. Her breathing was labored, eyes closed. The jelly feeling returned to her muscles. She was floating.
"A dinosaur."
Her eyes opened at the sound of his voice. "What?"
A sharp sting shot through her inner thigh. Screeching, she shot straight up, realizing he'd bit her. Not hard enough to leave a lasting mark, but hard enough for her to feel it. She shoved his shoulder, and he laughed, sitting up.
"Your birthmark," he said. "It's shaped like a little dinosaur."
The fading imprint of teeth surrounded the discolored mark on her right inner thigh. She rubbed it, scowling, as he leaned toward her, kissing her lips. Soft, and chaste, and oh-so-sweet.
"Do you taste yourself on me?" he asked.
She kissed him back before pulling away. "You taste like beer."
"Well, you taste like sweat and sex and disinfectant."
"Ugh, gross." She grimaced. "I need to shower."
"Yeah, give me an hour and you'll really need a shower."
He kissed her again, rougher, pushing her back onto the bed. Hovering over her, he fumbled with his pants, unbuckling them. Gabriella's heart raced, so fast and so furious it thumped in her ears, electricity buzzing along her skin as anxiety kicked in.
Was this seriously happening?
He slowed his movements, breaking the kiss. "Shit."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't have a condom."
"There's a box in the bathroom."
Dante climbed out of the bed and disappeared from the room. It took him thirty seconds, a minute at most, but it was the longest moment of Gabriella's life. She lay there, practically naked, awaiting his return. A flood of emotions assaulted her, rattling her nerves.
When Dante walked back in, he started shedding his clothes. He pulled his shirt off but made no attempt to remove his undershirt, letting his jeans drop, leaving them in the middle of the floor.
Climbing back onto the bed, he tore open the condom and set the wrapper aside. He pulled himself from his boxers, stroking a few times, massaging the swollen head, before rolling the condom down over it. Gabriella watched his face, studying his look of sheer concentration,