with the first bit of morning light hitting her strawberry-blond hair and peach skin, she was almost the same soft color as the top she’d worn in the airport. He decided that when this was over—which would be real soon—he’d always think of her as Pink Taffy, pure sex poured into a prim and proper pink sweater.
“Sweet baby Jesus!” Taffy collapsed on her back too, her perfect-handful set of breasts rising and falling as she focused on getting air in her lungs. The sheets were way beyond damp at this point, and Dante figured the maids wouldn’t be happy with how they’d managed to trash the place in just a few hours.
She looked over at him and smiled. “What time is it?”
“Probably about six. We’ve got some time yet.” He couldn’t help but smile back.
They lay there like that for a long moment, eyes locked, smiles softening. Dante found himself reaching out for her small hand and felt a sense of relief when it was cradled in his own. They stayed that way for a few more seconds—a few seconds too many, obviously, because Taffy looked away, uncomfortable with what had just passed between them. What had just passed between them?
Deep, deep shit.
“Be right back.” Dante dropped her hand, delivered a peck to her cheek, and escaped to the bathroom, where he flipped on the light and shut the door. He needed to get a grip.
Dante braced his hands on the granite countertop and stared into the wall-wide mirror. This wasn’t good. She’d been hot as hell and a lot of fun, but this hadn’t been the quickie he’d envisioned. They’d been at it all night, and Taffy had obviously grown attached to him. He sure as hell didn’t want to hurt her, but at this point he wasn’t sure how he’d make a bloodless exit.
Dante tiptoed back to the bed, hoping Taffy would be asleep so he could slink out. He knew from experience that quick and cruel was sometimes the kindest approach of all.
But Taffy was wide awake, smiling at him and sprawled out on her stomach now, her knees bent and feet crossed in the air above her. She was a slim woman but had some flesh on her in the exact places a man liked to see it, and right then, he had to admit that Taffy’s booty was a beautiful thing. Dante’s brain might have been ready to make an exit but his dick wasn’t, and he found himself crawling on the bed until he was on top of her again, this time with his front against her back.
“Mmmm,” she purred, wiggling under him.
“More?” Dante lifted her heavy, wavy hair from the back of her damp neck and kissed her there.
“Yes, please,” she breathed.
He figured there was nothing wrong with one last time for the road, and Dante reached for the single remaining condom on the bedside stand. As he put it on, he decided his plan would be to make this last time so hot and heavy that she couldn’t stay awake another minute, and when she was sound asleep, he’d grab the world’s quickest shower and get out of there while he could.
Dante pulled Taffy up so that she was balanced on her hands and knees and left one arm looped around her slender waist. He pulled her tight. She did it again—wiggled her ass against him.
“Put that thing away or I’ll take it from you,” he teased.
She whispered, “I surely do hope so.” That hushed Southern accent was more than he could take.
As Dante leaned across her body and bit down softly on her shoulder, he lined up his cock and slid it home, taking her slow and deep, listening with great satisfaction to her moans and gasps, changing the tempo and pressure when he felt her close to coming. He wanted to make her crazy until she was begging for her release.
“Right there, just like that,” she said. “Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
Dante stopped.
“What are you—”
He began to thrust harder, with quicker strokes, until she was panting. “Oh, God. Please. Yes!”
Dante stopped again. He ran his hands all over her body, down her arms to her hands and back up again, along her sides, all over the length of her satiny back. Then he left a string of kisses from one end of her spine to the other as he cradled her perfect breasts in his palms. “You taste delicious, Taffy. So sweet. Just a little salty.” With