Page 22 of Fearless to Love

Winding her fingers through my hair, Lily pulled as her hips danced beneath me. “Dante, please. I need to feel you inside of me now.”

I couldn’t deny her.

Grabbing my t-shirt from behind my head, I pulled it up and over before throwing it on the floor. I made quick work of my shoes and jeans. I kissed, nipped, and licked my way back up her voluptuous body as my hands skimmed her sides.

Our mouths met in a sensual dance as I guided my cock into her tight, wet pussy. Breaking the kiss, I growled against her neck. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. You truly are my siren. Your body calls to me day and night making me impossibly hard.”

My teeth grazed the side of her neck as my pace picked up. Lily wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me impossibly further into her. Her hot breaths skated across my face as I ground against her clit with each thrust. When I felt her pussy contract, I slid my hand between us and rubbed furious circles on her bundle of nerves.

“Don’t stop,” Lily moaned as she clutched onto me.

“Never,” I promised. If it was up to me, I’d live between the apex of her thighs.

Picking up my pace, I pulled Lily’s leg further up my back to get a deeper angle. Her body spasmed around mine as I buried myself deep inside of her. The way her sweet pussy milked my cock was heaven on earth.

I kissed up her neck and dipped my tongue inside her waiting mouth. The way she made me feel in such a short amount of time was nothing short of a miracle. I never thought I’d be one to settle down, but one look at the woman under me and my whole life plan changed in an instant. Rolling off Lily, I used a washcloth to clean myself up and grabbed another for her, before I slipped back into bed beside her.

After, I pulled Lily flush to my side and cradled her head to the crook of my neck. With her next to me, my eyes started to droop as I let out a yawn. I was seconds away from sleep when I thought I heard her whisper, “I think I love you, Dante Ricci.”

Chapter Ten

LILY

Iexpected to wake up tucked in Dante’s arms, and for him to make love to me for the rest of the morning. Instead, I woke up alone with a terribly sore throat and feeling miserable. I couldn’t remember the last time I was sick.

Where was Dante?

Slipping out of bed, I used the bathroom and found a dark gray fluffy robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and put it on. It was soft and warm and smelled just like Dante making me feel safe and at home. I took the stairs slowly, with what little energy I had, and found Dante standing in the kitchen making breakfast.

Dante turned around with a smile on his face. He must have heard my shuffling feet, but the second he took me in his face dropped as well as the spatula he was holding. One second he was in front of the stove and the next he had his arms wrapped around me and was carrying me back up the stairs.

Kissing the top of my head, he laid me down on the bed and covered me up to my chin. “What can I do to make you feel better?” A deep furrow settled between his brows.

How had he known I wasn’t feeling good?

“I’m…” I only got the one word out before I stopped talking. Pain shot down my throat making me never want to speak again. I pointed to my neck and shook my head.

“How about I make you some hot tea? Maybe that will help with your throat.” He was already striding toward the stairs before I had a chance to nod. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Try to rest.”

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax in his bed, but every time I had to swallow it hurt more than the last. Eventually, I must have dozed off because I woke up to Dante sitting on the side of the bed with a steaming cup of tea in his hands.

“Franca sent me this tea a while back that you’re supposed to drink when you’re sick and it’s supposed to make you get better faster.” He shrugged. “I’m not sure about that, but it’s the only tea I have so it can’t hurt. I also put a little bit of honey in it since that’s supposed to help with sore throats. I hope it’s enough.” Putting his arm around my back, he helped me sit up against the headboard before he handed me the mug.

I took a swallow and while it hurt going down, it did make my throat feel marginally better. Dante sat beside me on the bed with his arm around me and let me rest my head against his shoulder as I finished my drink.

“How do you feel now? Any better?” The worry in his voice was sweet.

I remembered when I’d had a cold with Tommy, and he hadn’t believed me when I’d said I wasn’t feeling well and had forced me to go to a company party that had been held outside. The night had turned cool and by the time I’d woken up the next morning I’d had a high temperature with chills. Not once had he asked what he could do to make me feel better or made me a cup of tea. No, instead he’d blamed it all on me. I shouldn’t have worn such a skimpy dress to the event since it had gotten cold. Too bad he hadn’t mentioned I was going to be outside for hours out in the cool temperatures.

I tried to talk again, but it only came out as a croak.

Dante set the cup on the nightstand and helped me lie back down. Placing his hand on my head, he frowned. “You got a fever and you can’t even talk. I think you should go to the doctor. Do you have one in Fairlane or Riverside?”

I pointed to the bed. I wasn’t sure of any other way to say here unless I mouthed it and I didn’t even want to open my mouth, afraid I’d have to swallow again.

“Here? If you write down your doctor’s name, I’ll call and make an appointment for you. If they don’t have one, I’ll take you to urgent care.”

He really didn’t have to do all that, but I appreciated it.

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