Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
There was nothing explorative or unsure about this kiss. It was all lips and teeth and need.
Dante slammed me back against the wall as an eerie laugh reverberated through the walls and into my body.
I barely even noticed it as Dante’s hand went to the back of my neck, angling my head back so he could kiss me harder, deeper.
I was helpless but to grab his arms, to hold on as he stole the air from my lungs, my pulse stuttering, then sprinting forward.
His teeth nipped my lower lip, pulling until a low moan escaped me.
His free hand slid up under my sweater, his big fingers teasing over my ribs, my belly, then closing around one of my breasts, squeezing until I broke the kiss with a cry of pleasure as the heat burned through me.
His hand shifted from my neck to sift into my hair, fingers curling, then tugging until the pain/pleasure combination had me angling back, opening up my neck for his lips to explore.
A shiver racked my system as a scream erupted through the speakers.
Spurred on by my responses, Dante’s hand slipped into the cup of my bra, his bare hand teasing over my overly sensitive skin.
His hand squeezed.
His finger circled.
Then his thumb and forefinger rolled.
My hips rocked restlessly, the ache I’d been denying since the night in the office coming back and compounding.
Suddenly, Dante’s hands were moving, grabbing my hips, turning me, and pulling my back flush against his chest.
There was no hesitation before his hand slid down the front of my pants, into my panties, and teased up the center of me.
“So wet already,” he murmured against my ear, his tongue tracing the shell, then his teeth nipping the lobe.
There was no denying it.
Besides, I could feel his desire stabbing me through his slacks.
I may or may not have rocked my ass back against him.
I felt rather than heard the groan move through him.
His fingers slid down, teasing against the entrance to my body until I was rocking restlessly. Only then did his fingers slip inside me.
My walls tightened around him, making him groan. And thanks to the lapse in the soundtrack, this time I got to hear it.
The sound made my belly wobble as my hips did a little circle, desperate for friction, for an end to the clawing need deep inside me.
His fingers started to thrust then, and all thoughts left my mind. All that was left was touch, sensation, need.
Dante’s free hand slid up to gently curl around my throat as his teeth nipped my earlobe.
I could feel the movement of his lips against my ear but couldn’t make out the words he was saying as he drove me steadily up.
My hips rocked with his touch as my whimpers grew to moans that were quickly swallowed up by the sounds of the haunted house.
As my body arched and my walls tensed, Dante’s hand tightened around my throat.
There was a second of panic as my face felt a little fuzzy and warm, but then the orgasm crashed through me—intensified by the lack of oxygen to my brain.
My body shuddered, rocked, and shook.
I came back down slowly as Dante’s hand slid from my neck.
My heartbeat hammered against my ribs, my skin overheated, and my legs tingled.
Just as my mind started to remember why hooking up with Dante was a terrible idea, light filled the space as someone opened the door.
I sprang away from Dante, rushing forward toward my cleaning supplies on wobbly legs.
When I turned back after grabbing the cart, I found Dante’s gaze on me. As soon as he saw he had my attention, his fingers slowly slipped into his mouth, tasting me.
I swear I nearly came again right then and there.
The only thing saving me from completely humiliating myself was the fact that two of the workers came in, all loud voices and bright eyes.
I rushed past Dante, careful not to touch him again.
Because, really, what was wrong with me?
Once was one thing.
But twice, when I was pretty sure he was covering up a murder, was just crazy.
That was it.
I had to figure this out once and for all.
I needed to search the woods.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dante
“Knock knock.”
“Pretty sure you’re supposed to say that before you’re fully in the house,” I said, moving out of the kitchen to find my mother in the center hall, arms loaded down with several plastic containers full of food.
“Your doorbell isn’t working.”
“Great,” I said with a sigh, reaching out to take some of the containers from her arms.
“One thing always leads to another with home renovation,” she said. “Remember when I just wanted to put in a new range hood and suddenly I had to have the foundation reinforced? Someone probably just crossed some wires somewhere.”
“Yeah. I’ll call the electrician back in. So what’s all this for?”
“Well, I figured you still don’t have a working kitchen to cook in. And I don’t want you ordering in all the time. So, I made you things you can just heat up in the microwave or toaster oven.”