grin. “I’m driving you to distraction, baby.”
* * *
Of course it would be like this. Dante had been a starving man for the last two weeks, dry as the desert, empty, always craving what he couldn’t have. So the instant he got Tanyalee into his apartment, it was on.
He was happy to see that the little sexual dynamo from the hotel had reappeared. She tussled with him through the living room and down the hallway toward the bedroom. Their mouths crushed together, their hands tugged and pulled, they moaned. Dante feared Tanyalee would rip the buttons right off his dress shirt if he didn’t assist her, although she might deserve to have her turn. After all, the last time they did this he’d destroyed a very fancy pair of her panties.
“Hurry.” Her breath was hot against his lips. “Oh, Lord, would you please hurry the hell up?”
Dante laughed at her greedy words and her wild lips and tongue, bundling her up in his arms for expediency. As he carried her to the bed and laid her down, his mind and body were in turmoil. What he was feeling at that moment was way beyond lust. Just being in the car with her tonight had calmed his unease, erased what he now knew was loneliness, pure and simple.
These last two weeks, Dante had been lonely as hell for the crazy-sexy, crazy-funny, crazy-sweet Tanyalee Marie Newberry.
And now, she was his. She lay in his bed, the tops of her rosy breasts about to bust out of her low-cut bra, the flesh of her belly silky and firm against him as he covered her. They wrestled with what was still way too much clothing, lips locked, moans louder, hands everywhere at once. And then, finally, there she was—absolutely naked and impossibly beautiful, and all of her was just for him.
Suddenly she grabbed his face in her hands and, panting, gazed up at him. Her eyes pleaded with him. Then so did her words.
“Take me up against the wall. Please!” Her whimper was helpless. “I want that again. So bad, Dante. Please?”
He thought about pinching himself, but decided he’d rather keep his fingers where they were.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes! Do it!”
He hated to disappoint a lady, so Dante did exactly as she’d asked. He jumped up and snagged a condom from the side table, then grabbed her ankles and slid her to the edge of the bed. He reached for her hands and brought her to a sitting position. And then he picked her up.
Tanyalee squeaked with pleasure, immediately gripping his waist with her strong thighs and throwing her arms around his neck.
Dante walked, her mouth hot and sweet on his, her thighs wide, opening herself to him. They reached the wall near his dresser. Her bottom nudged against the plaster.
“Is this good?” he teased her, pulling his lips away. “Will this wall work or would you like to move over by the window?”
“Oh, Lord!” She arched her neck dramatically, letting her head fall back. “You are cruel, Dante Cabrera! Heartless!”
He chuckled, nibbling her throat, so vulnerable and exposed. He kissed her collarbones and nibbled on the firm flesh at the top of her breasts. When his lips touched her hard and pink nipples she cried out with shock.
Dante knew what she wanted. But he wanted something, too, and he was going to enjoy getting it. He straightened, dropped the condom to the floor, and gripped her tight under her thighs with his hands. He pressed her against the wall. Her head was still back, and her eyes were closed.
He started with her face, kissing her softly on the cheekbone. “Blush pink,” he mumbled.
Taffy stirred. “Hmm, what?”
“Your cheeks. They’re a blush pink. You’re pink all over, you know, a thousand different shades of Pink Taffy everywhere I look.” He dragged his lips down to hers and kissed her, gently but thoroughly, and she purred like a kitten. “Rose-pink lips and a bubblegum-pink tongue.” He opened her with his own lips and tongue, feasting on her, taking every bit of what she had to give. He kept his mouth moving, down to her throat again, her breasts.
“Your nipples are the color of a summer peach. So sweet…” He bit down on one with tenderness, then the other, moving back and forth. When he began to suck, her body rippled with pleasure. He let the nipple pop from his mouth, continuing on, holding her in place as he lowered himself into a half squat.
“What are