Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
AVA
Sunlight streams through the open windows. The warm breeze makes my hair sway and I have to pull it up into a bun again. The apartment is quiet except for the click of my keyboard.
Archer comes out of his bedroom, his phone in hand. “Crap, I’m late.” He meets my gaze. “Dante is about to get here. I’m off for a run. Half an hour or so. You mind being by yourself for a couple of minutes?”
I smile. “No. Have a good run.”
He winks at me and leaves. Not five minutes later, Dante walks in.
Dante stands at the door for a moment, staring at me. He looks almost dazed as he gives me a once over.
Feeling self-conscious, I smooth my hair down and check my clothes. The day is warm, so I put on a summer dress. Nothing especially elegant.
Dante’s gaze locks onto mine. “You busy?”
I blink in confusion as I put my laptop down on the coffee table. “Not really. Why? Did you need something?”
Dante stalks closer, his big frame occupying my entire vision. He sits next to me and the couch dips beneath his weight.
“I’ve been counting the seconds to have you alone again.”
My breath catches. “Yeah? What for?”
His gaze drops to my lips. “To finish what we started.”
Desire pools low in my belly. “What’s stopping you, then?”
In a flash, his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. I moan into the kiss, melting against his hard body. His tongue delves deep, claiming me, consuming me.
Kissing Dante is a revelation. It’s pure passion and abandon, unleashing something primal inside me. It feels so damn right.
Dante’s large hands roam my curves possessively, squeezing the soft flesh. I feel myself growing wet, throbbing with need. My ex loved to point out I should lose weight. He never appreciated my fuller figure. But the way Dante grips my ass and hips, I can tell he adores every inch.
His big hand curls around my exposed knee. The skin-to-skin contact makes me clench. His fingertips brush up my leg.
Just as Dante’s fingers slip under the hem of my sundress, my phone rings. I groan in frustration. Dante growls against my lips.
I fumble with my phone as Dante presses open-mouthed kisses to my neck. My thumb hovers over the cancel button.
“Who is it?” Dante asks against my collarbones, his voice especially low.
“Steve.” Again . It’s almost like he senses the best moments to ruin my fun. I move to hit ignore, but Dante’s hand on my wrist stops me. A wicked gleam enters his eyes.
“Answer it. Let me show you how much I worship these gorgeous curves while that prick drones on.”
Pulse racing, I hit accept and bring the phone to my ear. Dante sinks to his knees in front of me. My eyes go wide as he spreads thighs, his palms smoothing up my legs, pushing my dress up. His eyes grow dark when he catches sight of my wet panties. He growls.
Oh. My. God.
“Ava, are you really not going to pay rent?” Steve complains in lieu of a greeting. “You know that if they kick us out, it’s your stuff that’s going to the trash, right?”
“I’ve been paying for it the past year. Why can’t you pay once ?” I snap, struggling to keep my voice steady as Dante’s fingers trace the lace edge of my panties.
Slowly, torturously, Dante drags the scrap of fabric down my legs. He tucks the panties into his pocket. I barely contain a whimper as he parts my labia with his thumbs, exposing my aching core to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he murmurs. “I bet you taste like heaven.”
Dante gives me no time to prepare. He licks a hot stripe up my pussy. I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle a cry. His tongue swirls around my clit as he sucks the sensitive nub between his lips.
“Ava? Are you even listening to me?” Steve’s annoyed voice filters in.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
It’s all Steve needs. His voice barely filters through the pleasure growing inside me.
It’s nearly impossible to string together a coherent sentence with Dante’s talented mouth working me over. He reads every tiny motion of my hips, adapting, changing. I fist my hand in his dark hair, pressing him closer, rocking against his face shamelessly.
Pressure tightens between my hipbones. I sigh, then drop my phone, ignoring Steve completely. With both hands on Dante’s hair, I climb my pleasure.
Sensing my approaching orgasm, Dante doubles his efforts, fucking me with his tongue as he strums my clit. The obscene wet sounds make me flush with embarrassed arousal. I circle my hips harder. My moans spill out of me as I close my eyes, chasing, chasing. I’m so close, teetering on the razor’s edge.
“Fuck,” Dante growls against my center. “Come on my tongue, darling. Let me taste you.”
Pleasure crashes through me in intense waves as my orgasm rips free with a silent scream. My hips buck into his face, my thighs closing around his head. Dante works me through it, lapping up every drop of my release like he’s starved for it. Aftershocks make me shiver and groan.
As I come down from my high, he presses a final tender kiss to my mound before rising to his feet. I shiver all over as I meet his eyes.
With a crooked grin, he kisses me. “You hear that?”
I blink lazily. It takes me a moment to recognize someone warbling off-tune downstairs. I frown.
“It’s Archer. We’ve got about thirty seconds before he enters through the door.” Dante grins.
I shoot to my feet, my dress falling back in place. “What?” I dash for the bathroom. “You should have stopped me!”
“And missed the stunning face you make when you come?” He smiles, his chin glistening. “Never.”