Page 30 of Glamour and Grit

“The belly is considered an erogenous zone in many parts of the world,” I mumble into her soft skin, but I don’t think she's listening. Selene twists and writhes beneath me as I kiss my way around her navel.

“Finally, I make my way down between the legs…”

She cries out, her hands on the back of my head as she tries to force me to go down on her. I grin, grabbing her wrists and pulling them out to the sides before pinning them against the mat.

“But right when she thinks it’s time, I skip over and start kissing and nibbling her thighs instead.”

I kiss her inner thigh and she squirms like mad.

“Oh god, Dane. You’re a fucking tease.”

“Maybe, but only because you love it.”

“Grrr. I want you…oh fuck…I want you to, to…”

“Don’t worry,” I mumble into the soft folds of her skin. “We’re all getting what we want tonight.”

I bury myself in pleasuring her, encouraged by her moans and soft cries of delight. I pause only for one moment.

“I love the way you taste, Selene.”

Her sharp cry heralds a high arch of her hips. I push her back down to the mat and return to my slow teasing. Selene alternates between laughter, moaning, and begging for mercy.

At last, I give her what we both want. I help her across the threshold of a truly thunderous climax. Her thrashing, wild tantrum of ecstasy is nothing short of beautiful to experience.

Selene flops back to the mat, panting like she’s just run a marathon. I cradle her against me, kissing her softly.

“Selene, I want you so damn bad,” I whisper.

Her dark eyes flutter open, and her lips part in a half smile.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. Neither of us are getting any younger.”

I grin, then kiss her, hard. No more holding back. I’m giving myself over fully to my desires for Selene.

Damn the consequences for my future with Platinum Security. I told them I don’t want to work there, anyway.

9

SELENE

Dane’s body is lean like a mountain lion. Muscles ripple beneath his taut, tattooed skin as he sweeps me off my feet. Literally. I yelp as he scoops me into his arms and carries me toward the storage container house.

He lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. My hand plays at the junction of his shoulder and neck. Thick strands of muscle stand out in stark relief. He would make a great movie monster. Just slap some prosthetics on him and he’d be a holy terror.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says with a sigh as he carries me inside.

My heart melts like chocolate and molds itself into his name inside my chest. I don't think anyone has ever told me that before. Not directly.

“You’re the first man who’s said that to me.”

“You must have dated a lot of blind guys.”

He kisses me before I can come up with a retort. Maybe that’s his superpower. Getting me all hot and bothered every time I want to be snarky. The snark has been my armor for a long time. I had to grow up fast and basically act like a parent to my brother.

At first, I made the snarky comments to protect myself. But at some point I started to weaponize them for offense. I preemptively cut people to ribbons with my acid tongue to keep them off balance, and to maybe show them that if they were thinking of hurting me, I could hurt them back. Albeit verbally.

But Dane seems so earnest, it knocks me off my guard. I forget to be snarky and cynical and just let his presence wash over me. I find it soothing and exciting all at once.

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