Page 110 of The Woman in the Hollow
“Ma is going to love this,” he said, shaking his head.
“She’s never going to hang up her matchmaking crown now,” I agreed. “Did you hear she’s going on that date Valley set up, though?”
“I didn’t. But maybe it will give us some privacy.”
“And what would we need privacy for?” I teased.
“Oh, I can think of a few things,” he said, hands slipping down my spine to my ass, sinking in, and dragging me against him. He was already straining.
A soft whimper escaped me as Dante shifted me to the side and started to walk me backward through the kitchen, down the hall, then into the living room.
He dropped down onto the couch, moving me to straddle him.
I dropped down low, feeling the press of him at the juncture of my thighs, then doing a little roll that had my head falling back on a moan.
“You have too many clothes on,” Dante grumbled, peeling off my zip-up to find I had a tee on underneath.
I raised my arms, ignoring the ache in my shoulders, as he leaned up to remove the shirt.
Only to find I also had on a bra.
I smiled at his grumble as his hands went behind my back to work my clasps free.
“Much better,” he said in a sexy rumble when my bra was tossed to the side.
The cool air had a shiver racking my system. But then Dante’s hands were gliding over me, chasing the chill away as the heat overtook me.
He touched, twisted, rolled, licked and sucked until I was rocking wildly against him.
But then Dante’s hands were at my hips, pushing me backward until I lost the press of him, until I had to get to my feet.
Dante leaned forward, sliding my pants and panties down my thighs, waiting for me to step out of them.
Then he was grabbing my leg, setting my knee on the arm of the couch, and running his tongue up my cleft.
He wasn’t toying or teasing. He licked and sucked until my thighs were shaking, until my moans were filling the house, until I was begging him for more.
Dante’s head lifted, then he was grabbing me, turning me, and pulling me to straddle him again, this time with my back to his chest, so his hands were free to roam over me.
As his hands explored, mine slipped between us, palming his hard length through his pants, then working to free him.
As soon as he felt my hand around him without the barrier, he let out a long, low groan. His fingers slid inside me, thrusting wildly until my hips were just as impatient.
Then he was releasing me to slip on protection, then guiding me to lift up then slide down on his length.
We gasped in unison as he settled deep and I leaned against Dante’s chest.
Then we were moving—my hips circling, his rocking up into me.
It was all heat and need as we moved relentlessly toward that edge together.
Then, with a moan and a groan, we came together, bodies tensing.
I collapsed back against him, my thighs shaking.
“You need to stop getting up so early.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, his arm lazily resting on my thighs.
