Dante's Angel (19 page)

 
The harsh command should have sparked her temper,
but it only made her lust burn hotter. “But you haven’t been giving me what I
need lately, and I want it, Dante. I want it real bad.”

His breathing
grew heavy. “What exactly do you want, Zoe? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll give it
to you, baby.”

This was
something new. She’d never had phone sex before, but she was game. The sound of
his deep voice made her shiver, and she stroked her own hand down her neck to
cup her breast, wishing it were him touching her. Zoe was going to play with
him. Drive him a little nuts, and when he got home later, she would jump his
bones.

Seduction was
pretty foreign to her, but she was willing to give it a try.

Zoe looked
down at the tank top and yoga pants she wore in disgust. Yeah, she was going to
have to do something about her outfit before he got home. She’d be ready for
him later in one of the little nighties she hadn’t worn for him yet, since he
usually got her naked so fast, she never had time. And they slept naked, so
there wasn’t any reason to put something on.

But damn it,
they were engaged. They should be acting like it.

“I want to
feel you touching me. I want you to kiss me the way you do when you lose
control…like you can’t get enough of me. It feels so good to have you holding
me, but I want more. I want you to show me exactly how much you need me. Then I
want to feel you so deep inside me that it feels like we’re sharing everything—body,
heart and soul.”

“Fuck, Zoe.
You’re driving me crazy.”

He was panting
now, and it thrilled her to imagine him touching himself while she was talking
to him. When her knees buckled, she sat down on the couch and slipped her free
hand under the waistline of the yoga pants she was wearing. She was wet and
slick from wanting him, and when her fingertips brushed over her clit, her body
jerked.

“I want to,”
she admitted. “I want to drive you crazy for me. I miss my caveman.”

“Get ready,
angel. Because you’re about to get him.”

Zoe stilled.
“What?”

She pulled her
hands from her pants and popped to her feet, hurrying over to the balcony door
as she heard one of the police officers outside give a shout. Her eyes widened when
she saw Dante heading down the sidewalk at a fast run. He held the phone to his
ear, waving at the police officer with his other hand as he sprinted past him.

“Hey, Dante!
Is something wrong?”

“No! Fine.
Everything’s fucking fine!”

Zoe gasped.
“What are you doing?”

“What the hell
does it look like I’m doing? Unlock the damn door, angel. I’m coming up.”

Despite the
distance, she could see his ice-blue eyes blazing at her. He disconnected the
phone, shoving it into his back pocket as he yanked his keys out with his other
hand. It would only take him a few seconds to unlock the main entrance, then he
would be there with her.

Zoe threw her
phone down on the couch and ran to the front door. She pulled it open and
looked out into the hallway just as Dante made it to the top of the stairs.
Their gazes locked, then he stalked toward her. He was breathing hard, but so
was she. There was a current in the air, an electrical current that ran from
her to him, and back again.

Dante jerked
her to him, slamming his mouth down on hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue swept
inside, claiming hers. Her arms wrapped around him as he lifted her, carrying
her back into the apartment. With one swift kick, the door slammed shut. He
drank down her moan of pleasure as her back hit the door. Without looking, he clicked
the lock in place, then jerked the gun from the holster on his belt that he had
concealed under the back of his t-shirt. He slapped the weapon onto the
credenza next to the doorway before he shifted his hold on her and pulled her
legs up around his waist.

“Do you know
how difficult it is to run with a fucking hard-on?”

Zoe let out a
breathless laugh as she reached down between her parted thighs so she could
reach him. She wanted to touch him. No, needed to. When her hand stroked over
the ridged length of his erection, she purred, “Poor baby. Want me to kiss it
better?”

“Fucking hell.
You really are trying to kill me.”

His mouth
fused to hers again as his hands clamped down on her ass. She got busy
unzipping his jeans to free his hard cock. He groaned when she squeezed him,
and he pressed into her palm as she began to stroke him, moving her hand up and
down his thick shaft.

Dante’s big
body shuddered as her hand worked its magic on him. When they were frantic for
air, he pulled his mouth from hers. Jerking her arms up, he wrapped them around
his neck so she was anchored to him. His lips trailed down her neck, teeth
scraping against her sensitive skin until she was writhing against him.

“Oh, God.
Dante…”

“You wanted me
out of control,” he growled. “Now, you’ve got it. Hold onto me, baby. Fucking
hold on.”

She let out a
gasp when he reached down and ripped the seam of her yoga pants apart, baring
her core to him. A heartbeat later, he drove deep, his thick cock parting her
tender folds until he was buried inside her hot pussy. She clamped down around
him so tight he could barely move, but he pulled back, then forged his way deep
inside her wet heat again.

Dante felt her
nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound himself into her. He
couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. He could only feel the pleasure of her body
welcoming him deep. It was as if a switch had been turned off inside him, and
he was now operating on pure need alone.

“Yes, yes,”
she chanted. “Oh, God. Fill me, Dante. Give me everything.”

She didn’t
even need to ask.

He would give
her everything he had, and more.
 

Bracing his
feet apart, he slammed into her over and over again. Her back banged against
the closed door as she continued to moan out encouragement. Faster, harder. The
words were like a driving mantra inside his head. He was beyond speech, beyond
control. A tiny part of him worried that his hold on her was too tight, that
he’d leave bruises on her ass, but he couldn’t let go. Dante could only push
them closer to the release they both needed.

“Come for me,
angel. Come and take me with you.”

“Not yet, not
yet…”

He knew he
wouldn’t last long, so he changed the angle of his thrusts, pounding against
her G-spot so her body jerked as if she were a live wire in his arms. He
watched her throw back her head, body arched as she let out a wild scream when
she came. She stiffened, her legs squeezing him even as her pussy clamped down
on his cock, milking his seed from him in violent bursts.

When the storm
was over, he held them both in place, braced against the front door of her
apartment. He thought he might be crushing her, but Dante’s legs felt so weak, he
was afraid he’d fall if he tried to move just yet. “What the serious hell was
that?”

“Amazing?”

He snorted,
content to keep his head buried in the crook of her neck where he could just
breathe in her scent. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Hmm…” Zoe
loosened the hold she had on his waist with her legs and wiggled her toes. She
flexed her hands next. “Everything seems to be working still.”

 
“Good. Give me a second and then I’ll move
us.”

“Take your
time.”

She sighed,
but they both froze when they heard the door across the hall open, then slam
shut.

A throat
cleared loudly, then Jessup Carter’s voice boomed out. “Fox, you and I are
going to have words later. For God’s sake, man, did you really have to do that
business against the front door where everyone can hear? You have a damn
bedroom…use it.”

“Oh my God!”
Zoe said in a horrified whisper, then she repeated the oath.

“Yes, sir!”

She slapped
her hand over Dante’s mouth and hissed, “What are you doing? Don’t answer him!
Shit, shit, shit!”

Turning his
head, Dante said, “It’s not like he didn’t know we were here, sugar. Oww, stop
squirming! Zoe, don’t move like that…Christ!”

“I’m going to
the bar…I need a damn drink,” Jessup muttered.

Dante’s
laughter was muffled against her hand as she moved it to cover his mouth again.
They listened to Jessup stomp down the hallway, and when he was gone, Dante
pulled her hand away. “You really are adorable when you get embarrassed.”

“Oh, go fuck
yourself.”

He chuckled.
“I’d rather fuck you. I think I just proved that.”

Zoe pushed and
wiggled until she was free, then she ran to the bedroom. Jerking the cover off
the bed, she wrapped herself in it. She turned in time to see Dante had hitched
up his jeans, but he’d left the front undone. He carried his weapon into the
room, setting it down on the nightstand before hopping on one foot to pull one
of his shoes off. He was working on the other when he asked, “Zoe, why are you
hiding? It’s not like he can see you.”

 
“Shut up,” she snapped as she threw herself on
the bed, still wrapped in the cover. “Oh my God…he heard us! This is…I
said…then we…” she groaned. “I can never look him in the eye again. Nope. Can’t
do it.”

Dante laughed
again as he pulled off his shirt and shucked off his jeans. When he was naked,
he threw himself on the bed next to her. Pulling the cover down so he could
peek at her face, he grinned. “I’m sure Jessup is aware we have sex.”

“He can know,
but I don’t want him to
know
know,
you know? Stop laughing, damn you!”

“I have
absolutely no clue what you just said. You started all this with your sex call.”

“It wasn’t a
sex call! I called you to ask where my damn toys are! If you don’t stop
laughing, I’m going to have to kill you. That’s it, you maniac, I’m going to hurt
you.”

Dante caught
her and easily held her in place when she tried to shove him off the bed. “Calm
down, wild woman.”

She struggled
halfheartedly against his hold, then threw the cover over him so they were both
trapped underneath the bedspread together. He leaned in and kissed the tip of
her nose. “You feeling better now that no one can see us?”

“Yes. No. I
don’t know. Dear God, he heard us!”

“I love you,
Zoe.”

“You’re just
saying that right now to distract me.”

“Yeah, but it
doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

She scooted
forward until her head was fitted underneath his. His strong arms wrapped around
her, pulling her closer, and he leg hooked around hers. “You stole my toys.”

“I did,” he
admitted, not sounding the least bit repentant. “It might be odd of me, but I
don’t want my woman using toys to get off when you can have me instead.”

“You were at
work, though.”

“And I think I
just proved what happens when you call me and say you need me.”

She pulled
back enough to stare up at him incredulously. “You’re saying anytime I want
you, all I have to do is call and you’ll come running? Like what? Text you with
a smiley face?”

“That would
work. It could be our secret sex code.”

“You’re a strange
guy, Dante.”

He laughed. “I
am, but when it comes to sex with you, I’m always ready and willing. Can I take
this off now? I can’t breathe.”

Dante pulled
the covers off their heads, but kept it snuggled around their bodies. He sobered,
his voice lowering as he said, “For the last few days, I’ve been focused on
protecting you, but with all that’s been going on, I also didn’t want to bring
up any bad memories for you.”

“What do you
mean?”

“Your past is
being thrown in your face right now, Zoe.” He paused before explaining, “I
didn’t want to risk touching you and making you think of…him.”

“Oh, Dante,
no! I would never think of him when we’re together. I still have some bad
moments about what happened to me, but whenever you touch me, all I think of is
you and how much I love you.”

That seemed to
reassure him. “I love you, too.”

“Damn right
you do.”

That made him
laugh. “You know, for a classy chick you swear almost as much as I do.”

She sighed
again as she rested her head back down. Zoe felt him brush his lips against her
temple, and the simple, loving gesture made her smile. He made her happy, and
the way he accepted and loved her was a gift she would always cherish.

“I guess it’s
because I was told what to say and how to act for so many years. I was told
over and over again that ladies don’t curse or show displeasure. When I got my
freedom, I realized what a bunch of bullshit all of that was. I’m an educated
woman, and I like to swear because it helps me express how I feel and what I’m
thinking. It’s my choice. Just as I prefer jeans and a t-shirt to wearing fancy
dresses. And if anyone has a problem with the way I am, they can just fuck
off.”