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I unzipped her coat as she kicked off her boots, sending them clunking to the floor. She wriggled out of her coat and peeled her sweatshirt over her head. I knelt down on the bed next to her and crushed my mouth against hers as my hands ran over her stomach, cupped her breasts, and plunged under the waistband of her pajama bottoms.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my weight down on top of her.
I needed this.
I needed her.
I shivered as our bare skin connected. Then she arched into me, and I slipped a finger inside her panties. She was wet. As my finger slid back and forth, just how I knew she liked to be touched, she rocked hard against my hand.
I drew back, and she grabbed at my fingers, trying to push them back between her legs. I rolled off her and ran a handup her side, feeling her skin prickle with goosebumps. This woman... what she did to me... how could she get me so hard, so fast?
Her hand groped for me through my thin flannel pants, then slid up and down my length.
I propped myself up on an elbow, watching her writhe against my leg. She opened her eyes and met my gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she slid her pants down and kicked them off the edge of the bed. My hand laid still on her stomach. She took it to her lips and sucked my pointer finger into her mouth, running her tongue around it. My need surged and my cock grew even harder.
She gave my finger a playful nip, then skated my hand down over her breasts and back between her legs. With her finger on mine, she slid them both inside her.
Holy fuck. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, she kept surprising me. I watched through heavy lids as she pressed into me, grinding against our hands. I slid my hand away, leaving hers where it was, and she continued to work herself into a frenzy. Her breathing quickened, and she moaned. I was right there with her. She watched me watching her and smiled.
I couldn’t stand not being inside her for a second longer. I reached for the nightstand and ripped the packet open with my teeth. Nudging her legs apart with my knees, I pinned her to the bed with my body as I lowered myself into her.
This was what I needed. The stress and tension of the past week eased away. She wrapped her legs around my waist, raising her hips up to meet me as my body rocked into hers, over and over again.
She tightened around me, and her body shuddered with her climax. I grunted, groaned, and released myself into her. She clenched around me, draining me, and I collapsed on top of her.
Our bodies glistened with sweat from our efforts, and I tugged the blanket over us so she wouldn’t get chilled. I threw a leg over her hip, curled her up against me, and nestled my cheek into her neck.
“I love you, Faith,” I whispered into her hair.
She didn’t respond. I couldn’t tell if she’d already fallen asleep or maybe hadn’t heard me. It didn’t matter. She was here, and that could only mean one thing.
She was ready to be together.
For real.
CHAPTER 52
Faith
Tears rolleddown my cheek as I listened for Dante’s breathing to even out.I love you?I hadn’t been expecting that. My heart swelled until it came close to bursting.
I didn’t deserve a man like Dante. I’d wanted to warn him about the article. I’d gone to the bar to find him, but they told me he’d been in Hinkley all week. That his grandmother died, and he had to make arrangements and wouldn’t be back for a few more days.
Before I knew it, I’d turned onto the highway and ninety minutes later, I’d been knocking on his door. He’d looked so relieved to see me, I didn’t want to tell him right away. And then he’d kissed me and any idea I’d had about telling him the truth fled from my brain as the hormones rushed in.
I couldn’t stay. When he found out I’d been using him to research my manuscript, it would wreck him, especially after the loss of his grandmother. I couldn’t bear it.
Lifting his arm, I squirmed out from underneath him. He stirred.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, I tiptoed around the bed, gathering my clothes and boots. Maybe I could find a pen andpaper in the kitchen and leave him a note. Telling him in person had been my intent. But I couldn’t go through with it.
At least if I left a note, he’d see it before someone else had a chance to get to him. As I passed through the doorway, a floorboard creaked.
“Hey, where you going?”
I paused, mid-step, at the sound of his voice. The bed groaned and his feet thudded to the floor. I turned around as he encircled my waist with his arms.
“Come back to bed?”
