His heart warmed at the concern deepening the green in her eyes.
“No. Last year, I hooked up a few times with a paramedic friend of mine,” he told her, believing in being honest. “She was going through a divorce. We both kind of needed an out.”
She nodded again, even smiled. “I’m glad she was there for you.”
Her earnest nature did him in.
“You are something else.” He placed the condom on the counter, cupped her face, and softly kissed her lips.
This woman was special. He’d known it the first time he’d seen her in his backyard.
“Ditto, Mr. Williams,” she said when he drew back.
“I want you to know that this”—he paused to wave his free hand between them—“this isn’t a hook-up. This is different. Vastly different. We have chemistry. A connection.” Something he’d never experienced to this extent before. It was intense, but in a good way. “So, just because we have to take it slow in front of Noah, doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you. I hope you know that, Amanda, because I do, and I hope that’s what you want too.”
Christ, he sounded like a babbling fool, but he intended to do this the correct way, right from the start. A little while ago, she’d told him he was worth it. Well, she was worth it too.
Dante’s heartbeat pounded loud in his ears. He’d never said those words before, and he’d never been more scared of an answer.
“Yes. I definitely want more than a hook-up.” She smiled, and a warm rush of relief leveled out his pulse. “I definitely want you in my life. And right now, I want you somewhere else, too.”
The sight of her lush body naked and waiting made him harder than hell. The need to sink into her sweetness shook through him.
“Roger that.” As quickly as possible, he removed the rest of his clothes and grabbed the condom from the counter.
“Happy birthday to me,” she murmured, eying his erection as she licked her lips.
His dick throbbed as if she’d touched him.
The beauty before him made him smile and laugh, and he enjoyed making her smile and laugh too. But what he’d discovered a few amazing minutes ago was that he loved making her pant and call out his name as he satisfied her.
It made him feel top-of-the-world amazing. Like nothing he’d ever felt before.
And damn, he needed to do it again but this time, he wanted to be inside her as they came together.
“Allow me.” She slid off the counter, her beautiful breasts bouncing in front of him again as she swiped the condom from his hand.
Dante had to dig deep—real deep—to find the strength to stand still, not daring to breathe while she slowly rolled on the condom, adding several spine-melting strokes along the way. The woman tested his control like no other.
“Amanda,” he ground out through his teeth, and when she finished, he crushed her close, kissing her wild and frantic.
The feel of her breasts brushing his chest felt damn good. But hearing her moan as she deliberately rubbed her pert nipples against him again and again had need throbbing through his groin. Hearing and feeling Amanda pleasuring herself with his body was nearly too much.
He wasn’t going to last.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked, sweeping her off her feet.
She blinked and settled against him. “End of the hall.”
The wicked woman kissed and nipped the side of his neck. Swallowing an oath, Dante was grateful she had a small house. As soon as he set her on her bed, he was equally gratefulshe wasted no time scooting backward and settled against the pillows.
Damn, she was hot.
He crawled up her trembling body, licking and kissing a path to her gorgeous breasts, paying extra attention to her tight pink peaks. Amanda moaned and writhed beneath him. He liked that. A lot. It was how he’d felt when she had him in her hands. Crazed with need. Again and again, he tweaked and sucked until she clutched his shoulders.
“Dante…” she whispered on a hitched breath. “I need you.”
Lifting his head from her breast, he stared into her desire-laden eyes. They were so dark, they were the color of moss.
