Dante (15 page)

Before the waves could subside, he was pulling her arms down and turning her. Catrina’s back hit the glass with a thump. His mouth found hers while she pushed at his cotton pants, tugging them down around his hips. Dante let the article fall, stepping out of them without missing a beat. His boxer-briefs took the same path.

“I don’t have any condoms,” Dante said, wanting her to know before they went any further. “I didn’t think I had any reason to bring them.”

Catrina shrugged. “I haven’t been with someone in a long time and when I was, I was safe.”

“I’ve always been safe as well.”

“Pregnancy isn’t a concern,” Catrina said, filling in a black Dante didn’t have to say.

“No. We good?”

“So good.”

Finding her hands with his, Dante moved them backward until he felt his legs hit the leather chaise. When he sat down, she turned under his urging again, lowering onto his lap. With no hesitation, Catrina sank down on his length, her satisfied moan matching the shudder crawling over her pale shoulders. Her sex was pure heat around his cock, gripping him tight enough to take his breath away. The lingering taste of her juices still had his mouth watering, but it was even better to see her arousal coating his dick.

Dante rested back on the chaise, keeping one foot on the floor to maintain balance and the other bent at the knee. Catrina adjusted her body on top of him, but instead of straddling her feet on either sides of his waist to ride him, she put one on the outside of his bent leg and the other between his spread thighs. He could feel the wet silkiness of her sex grinding along his thigh as she began riding him.

The swell of her ass looked so fucking good every time it fit into his groin. Dante had the perfect view of his soaked, bare length sinking into her pink folds and feel her pussy grab him tight with every lift of her hips. He fisted her red locks with one hand and grasped the curve in her waist with his other, pulling her down harder onto his cock with every thrust.

“Ah, fuck,” Dante breathed. “You look good like that,
bella mia
.”

Catrina tipped her head to the side, giving him a view of her profile and wide eyes. Dante didn’t think it was often this woman gave herself over to a man, so he was de-fucking-lighted to be the one having her now.

A tremor rocked her bottom lip as her teeth cut into the red flesh, another loud cry muffled. Tugging sharply on her hair, Dante growled, “I want to hear you fucking scream for me again, kitten.”

Her fingernails dug into his thigh, her other hand clasping to his wrist. The shout of his name she released slammed him straight in the gut like a goddamn wrecking ball. Cat rolled her hips in a way that had her clit stimulated by his thigh and her fluids gushing down his cock. Dante’s heart hammered fast as he kept watching the erotic sight of her sex taking him in over and over.

“Christ, I wish you could see the way this looks,” Dante said, forcing the words out past his gritting teeth. “You’re so wet, and I can feel your fucking heartbeat against my cock, Cat.”

“Oh,
God
.”

A pressure was building in his spine and his balls tightened with the promise of an oncoming orgasm, but he refused to let it go. The slight sting of her nails and the daze he was in kept him focused. The sight of her was enthralling. Free, wild, and open. It wasn’t often she looked that way, but he loved the fact she did right now.

Especially with him.

Dante let go of her waist, slipping his hand down under her ass. Her wetness smeared along his fingers as he held the base of his cock while she continued riding him. Dragging the damp digits to her back entrance, he massaged the tight hole in time with her rhythm.

“Please,” he heard Catrina whisper.

Dante grinned, wetting his lips with his tongue. “Ask me for it, kitten. Tell me you want my fingers fucking your ass while my cock is buried between your thighs.”

“Yes, I do. I want more, please. I want you everywhere.”

When she came down hard on him again, Dante plunged the two fingers knuckle deep into her ass. He matched the beat of his fingers fucking her ass with the way she took him. Spreading the digits wide to stretch and fill her with him, he felt both her holes clamp around him so tightly he closed his eyes, arched against the chaise and groaned her name.

Catrina screamed her bliss high into the air, his name following right after. Her thighs quaked with her orgasm as she fell forward to catch herself with her palms to the chaise. Dante released her hair, rubbing his hand up her side to calm Catrina. Her breaths came fast, lifting her shoulders with each one. She was sweat-slicked, her curls a tangled mess from his handling, and the sweetest flush covered her from the back of her neck to the bottom of her spine.

“Again,” she demanded.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Dante promised darkly.

Catrina whimpered when his dick jerked inside her pussy, still hard and wanting more.

Dante lifted her from his length before she could protest, cradled her in his arms, and headed toward the suite bedroom that was his. He tossed her on the bed, letting her fall over the beautiful lace wedding dress she had been to adamant he not ruin.

Immediately, she widened her legs for him, showing off her sex as her hands fisted into the gown. She didn’t seem to care she was snagging the lace, or that her arousal was likely seeping into the fabric. No, Catrina just pushed her chest up, showcasing pink, hard nipples and baring teeth in her sinful little smile.

“Yeah,” Dante said, climbing onto the bed between her thighs. “We’re not even close to being fucking done.”

• • •

Dante’s body felt like it had been through one hell of a workout. Memories of the night before flooded his mind and he laughed deeply, as he supposed it had been with Catrina.

Good God, the girl could fuck. And she tasted like candied sin on his tongue.

His dick hardened under his thin cotton pants at the thought of her body on his all over again. He wanted to do that again. Soon preferably.

Tossing the sheets off his body, Dante pushed out of bed, cracking his spine and neck in the process. Catrina wasn’t in bed with him, but that didn’t strike a nerve. Chances were, with the way that woman’s mind was always going, she was already up and moving around the suite.

Sure enough, Dante found her resting across the chaise where she’d ridden him the night before. His throat tightened, threatening to quiet his words as he gazed at the beautiful sight of her spread across the tan leather, long, shapely legs bared and crossed at the ankles, wearing nothing but his dress shirt again. 

She looked fucking perfect.

Catrina offered him a smile when she noticed him standing in the doorway of the common space between the two bedrooms. Her manicured nails with their embedded crystals waved at him, reminding him of what those felt like clawing down his back.

Dante barely managed to suppress the shiver trying to roll down his spine. “Morning, kitten.”

“Morning.”

“You’re quite a sight sitting there like that.”

Catrina laughed. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

“I was considering what to order for breakfast.”

“Well, you look mighty fucking fine doing it.”

Catrina waved between them, never moving from her spot on the chaise. “Can we pretend like last night never happened?”

Dante mulled her words over before giving any kind of reaction. Last night had come from need, not because either of them had planned it. He had suspected she might feel this way come morning and he didn’t fault her for it. Their deal was still the same regarding the marriage. Even if Dante wanted something physical again from Catrina, she had to want it, too.

“Is that what you want, Cat?”

“Yes.”

“That might be easier said than done, what with you sitting there like that, wearing nothing but my dress shirt and looking like you do.”

Catrina’s lips arched scandalously.

“And that, too,” Dante added, his cock twitching to life all over again.

“I can’t change who I am.”

“This downright fucking sinful looking woman sitting across the way from me, you mean.”

Catrina shivered and satisfaction filled him to the brim. She was one stubborn woman and that was her biggest goddamn problem. “Don’t make it harder than it needs to be, okay?”

Dante swallowed his pride. “Yeah, okay. What in the hell were you thinking last night, doing that with me if this is what you were going to do?”

“I thought that I wanted you and for the night, I did. I always take what I want, Dante.”

That was cold. Dante wished he could be surprised.

“We were good, though,” Catrina murmured softly.

“Business and pleasure,” Dante said, saying what she clearly wouldn’t. “It’s not good at all.”

• • •

Dante examined the bottle of lotion that had taken up residence on his bathroom sink. There was a similar one in the shower. The label told him it was some kind of organic body lotion that was supposed to smell like strawberries or some shit. The pale pink color of the label had a frilly design around the edges and fancy script lettering spelled out the name.

Where did females find this sort of crap? Why couldn’t they be like men and wash their hair with the same product they used to clean their bodies? Dante didn’t understand. Seemed like a giant waste of space, money, and time to him.

Why Catrina felt the need to stock his bathroom full of her girly nonsense, he wasn’t sure. There was another bathroom that wasn’t connected to the master bedroom, and since they weren’t even sleeping in the same bed together, he couldn’t figure out why in the fuck she was putting this stuff in his space.

Being married meant Dante needed to suck it up and share. He didn’t share very well, but he was learning. Catrina didn’t give him much of a choice, really. Most of the space inside the large condo now had Catrina’s things mingled in with his, not that she had a lot to bring. She had practically taken ownership of his kitchen and arguing with her over it only left him with a raging headache. She could cook, thank fucking God, but she was still crazy.

And not in a fun way.

Dante had lived eighteen years with a woman who was anal about her kitchen to the point of insanity before he finally was able to move the hell out—his goddamn mother. He hadn’t expected to be living with another one.

Mostly, Catrina and Dante stayed out of one another’s way. Sure, they had their moments, but who didn’t when two people went from living alone to suddenly having a roommate. That they were married to, of course. So, maybe not entirely the same thing, but close enough. It wasn’t like they were fucking. That might make this whole damn thing easier if they were.

Dante’s mind drifted back to their wedding night. His slip with Catrina … their mistake. Well, it might as well have never even happened with the way they both acted around each other. Forgetting that it happened was another thing altogether. Catrina was a passionate woman on a good day. Defiant, a little difficult, argumentative enough to make Dante feel like he was being challenged in a good way, but when he fucked her that night …
Cristo
.

In bed, Catrina had made him feel like he owned every fucking inch of her. Sex with her could quickly turn into an addiction Dante didn’t need. It would only serve to fuck with his head. Better to leave that sleeping dog lie than bring it out and beat it again.

Dante sighed, eyeing the bottle of lotion with as much inner hatred as he could manage for the tiny ten ounce plastic jar. He wondered if this was a battle he wanted to pick with Catrina or not. Popping the top open, he squeezed the bottle gently and sniffed. It did smell like strawberries. Muted strawberries with a hint of something rich and sweet, like maybe honey.

For a second time, Dante’s mind drifted back to their wedding night like he couldn’t control his own damn thoughts. He could still taste her on his tongue, feel the way she shivered, and hear her cries. He couldn’t remember if she smelled like this lotion or not, but his cock twitched to life all the same.

“What are you doing?”

Dante spun on his heel, nearly dropping the lotion in his hand. He came face to face with an irritated Catrina. Her hands were fisted to her hips as her gaze flicked between the bottle he held and his eyes.

“Looking at this shit in my bathroom,” Dante finally answered.

Wasn’t it obvious?

“It’s lotion, Dante. Surely you’ve seen it before.”

“Sure, but not in my bathroom.”

“That’s eighty dollars a bottle, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use it for … whatever you were thinking of using it for.”

Dante blinked down at the pink crap. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“This is eighty fucking dollars?”

“It’s a boutique brand, organic, and imported. Yes, it’s costly. So no, I don’t want you using it to play with.”

“Play with—what are you going on about?” Dante asked, so confused he didn’t know what to think.