Chapter Four
Dante
I let her run and hide.
She won't get very far, so I let her go, slowly getting up and walking into my ensuite to clean up the mess.
It was a risk, letting her watch me jerk off and not saying a word until the very last second, but I couldn't help myself. When the security system alerted me of her arrival, I knew Gia would come looking for me eventually, but I didn't think she'd be bold enough to stay and watch me.
Still, I wanted her to see what she does to me.
What she's been doing to me from the moment I saw her at Matteo's wedding, dressed in a lavender gown and looking like an angel. I had every intention of seducing her and booking a room for the night at the hotel but then she looked at me with eyes so innocent and trusting and… I couldn't do it.
Those feelings, foreign as they were, felt too strong to be considered lust. I needed time to understand what I felt for Gia, and it wasn't until I became her friend that I realized I was in love with her.
I've never been in love and have nothing to compare it to, but somehow, Gia has become the most important person in my life.
As much as I want to tell her and show her just how much she means to me, I know she isn't ready. I never quite understood why she’d closed herself off from being in a relationship and brushing off the idea when anyone casually brought it up,but hearing her voice her concerns to her sister last night cleared things up for me.
She’s afraid of losing her career.
Except, I have no desire to take that from her.
Gia is an amazing dancer, and she clearly loves what she does.
What kind of asshole would I be to make her choose between me and ballet?
It’s about time she found out that she can have both, and now that I understand her concerns, I can finally claim her as I’ve wanted from the moment I met her.
I’m done playing the friend.
I slide on a pair of sweats and step out of the room, casually heading toward her bedroom.
The door is shut, but I don’t bother knocking as I let myself in.
She’s seated on the bed and quickly jumps up, her eyes wide and panicked.
Despite her best effort to hide her arousal, the little points of her nipples pushing against the front of her top are all I need to know about what she felt about the scene she witnessed.
That and the twin red spots on her cheeks.
“D-Dante,” she gasps, backing up when I step into the room and kick the door shut behind me. “W-what are you doing?”
“We need to talk about what you just saw.”
Her face is as red as an apple and those pretty green eyes grow impossibly wide.
“What? I never…I didn’t see anything. I was just coming in to borrow a towel because you see…
” She turns and waves at the boxes neatly stacked in the corner of the room.
“Everything is a mess, and I don’t remember where I packed my towels, but…
I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t looking at your. ..” If possible, her flush deepens.
“My hard cock?” I step forward, smirking when she backs up a step.
“You’re not a very good liar, Gia,” I tell her, taking in her beautiful body.
She shouldn’t look so sexy in something as basic as a top and a skirt, but she’s breathtaking.
So fucking sexy that I feel my cock harden again behind my fly. “Did you enjoy watching me jerk off?”
She sputters, her eyes looking everywhere but at me. “I told you, I…I didn’t see anything.”
“And I’m telling you that we both know that’s a lie.”
She backs up another step as I close in on her, gasping when her back connects with the dresser. “Dante!”
I stop in front of her, reaching up to touch her as I’ve denied myself a thousand times before, but this time, I don’t hesitate.
No, I’m done playing games. I place my hand under her chin and bring those pretty eyes back on me, leaning forward until my lips are only a breath apart from hers.
“Don’t you remember what happened last night? "
She jerks against me, and I don't let her move away when she tries to shrug off my hand.
"You kissed me, Gia."
“Right before you pushed me away,” she hisses, her kitten claws coming out.
“So, you do remember?” I muse, pushing forward until my lips are almost touching hers. “You were drunk, Gia. I don't take advantage of drunk girls."
A couple of beats of silence pass as my words slowly register. "Y-you wanted to kiss me?"
“I did,” I rasp, sliding the hand on her chin around her neck to cup her nape. “More than I want anything in the world.”
“I… I’m not drunk now.”
“No, you’re not.” I push in and fasten my lips over hers in a kiss I have every intention of taking slow.
All good will and intentions fly out the window when I taste her lips.
A low growl climbs out of my throat as I move my lips over hers in a kiss that quickly turns hot and wet.
She whimpers, her hands landing on the center of my chest as I take possession of her lips.
“Mia passerotta, open for me,” I breathe into the kiss, using my free hand to nudge her mouth open. My tongue sweeps in the second her lips part under mine, groaning at her taste. Heaven above, she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I've wanted this – her – for so fucking long. I fantasized about the moment I would get to possess her sweet lips. Any control I had snaps in half as I slide my mouth wetly over hers, my tongue stroking hers with the need to possess. To mark. To claim.
Mine.
I slide a hand down to her ass, squeezing her over the skirt and pulling her tight against my erection.
She kisses me back with just as much vigor, making these tiny gasping noises as she rubs her tits against my bare chest. Her hands slide over my shoulders and chest, trying to touch and feel everything at once, even as she arches against my cock.
With a growl, I lift her onto the dresser, tugging up her skirt to bunch around her waist before settling between her legs and pushing against her pussy.
Fuck, I could come like this, thrusting against her panties as I ravage her sweet mouth.
I slide my hand to the back of her knee, making her whimper as I caress her soft skin.
Fuck!
“I want to taste you,” I rasp, tearing my mouth away to trace it up her neck. She moans when I gently bite her earlobe and kiss the flesh behind her ear, tracing my tongue over the shell. “I bet your pussy tastes just as good as your lips.”
She shudders against me, her breathing growing ragged as I kiss a path down her neck. Her head falls to one side to give me better access, and her hands tighten on my shoulders. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you? Am I going to find your panties drenched when I touch you?"
“Dante,” she whimpers when my right hand starts gliding up her thigh and jerks against me when my fingertips touch her panties. Her hands tighten on my shoulders as I slide my middle finger over her cotton-covered crotch and press against her softly before rubbing at her slit.
She cries out, her head falling back and rapping against the wall as I start stroking her clit in firm circles. “Dante, oh my God!” she chokes, her eyes fluttering and chest heaving with every panted breath.
My eyes drop to her small breasts with the little points pushing against her top and my mouth salivates at the thought of licking her, feeling the velvety softness of her nipples against my tongue.
“Your pussy is so wet for me, baby. How long have you been this way?” I rasp, rubbing her clit as I nuzzle my face into her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin, moving down. “Tell me!”
“From before,” she whimpers.
“When you were watching me?”
“Yes. When I was watching you.”
Her admission sends blood roaring in my ears.
I ache with need. My breathing is labored as I pull my hand from between her legs and reach up to pull down her top.
I groan when the move exposes the pale and pink of her tits, nipples pebbled for me.
I’m practically salivating as I lean down to close my lips around a pink bud.
“Fuck!” I growl into her chest, rolling my tongue hungrily over her nipple until we’re both panting and she’s writhing helplessly under me.
“I need to have you!” I say hoarsely, dragging my tongue between her breasts before surging up and taking her mouth in a hard kiss.
I pull back and press my forehead against hers, my heart racing with need for her.
My cock throbs fiercely with the desperate need to be inside of her.
To take and claim her as I've longed to for months!
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you this way?”
She shakes her head. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I spotted you in that church, looking like a goddamned angel.
You stole my breath away,” I rasp, brushing my mouth over hers before moving back down, trailing my hungry lips over her neck and tits, sucking the tight buds between my lips before moving down to her belly, my breath ragged as I kiss her.
“I saw you walk in with the bride, but you shone the brightest to me, and I wanted to damn it all to hell and fuck you against those church pews.”
“You wanted me?” she whispers, seemingly in disbelief.
“Why don’t I show you just how much?” I growl, dropping to my knees next to the dresser.
She gasps when I twist her thong in my grip and yank it down her thighs before tearing it off.
I grab her ankles and yank her to the edge, leaning down to brush my lips over her inner thigh.
My nostrils flare when I catch the scent of her arousal, so sweet and delicate. Just like the rest of her.
“Fuck!” I push in and bury my nose between her thighs, groaning as I breathe her in, cursing myself for waiting as long as I have.
Three fucking months! I’m practically a saint at this point.