ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance) (110 page)

She nodded and led the way to the bathroom. Opening the small closet, she started to rummage around for the first aid kit that was buried in there somewhere. From behind her, Dante brushed his hands over her waist. Jacqueline let out a squeal as he picked her up and sat her on the counter. His eyes skimmed over her, spreading a heat through her body that she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“You’re bleeding.” He pointed to the droplets on the floor in front of the closet. “Keep it elevated above your heart.” For emphasis, his eyes drew down to her heart before he turned back around to continue the search for the gauze. Jacqueline wasn’t used to that kind of man looking at her like she could be his dinner. In fact she couldn’t think of any man who had ever looked at her like that.

After a moment Dante came back to her holding the small first aid kit. He tossed it on the counter and rummaged through it, pulling out the few odds and ends he found there. Jacqueline made a mental note to restock the kit now that Penelope was living with her.

When Dante was satisfied with what he found he shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over the edge of the tub. He took her hand in his again and started cleaning the wound. He hands worked smooth and quick and Jacqueline would have liked to have watched him but the sight of her jagged flesh was doing little to calm her stomach. Instead she travelled her eyes further up to his arms covered in various colors of ink. It looked like one massive collection of lines and swirls, but looking closer she started making out the different tattoos.

A lion, a barbed rose, a date written out in cursive. She followed the patterns and shapes as they trailed up his arm, disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. Jacqueline’s eyes followed them up until she caught his eyes. They were watching hers. Jacqueline turned her head away from him, focusing straight ahead at his chest. Her body was thrumming from the closeness of his body, the fire in his eyes.

“You don’t look much like her.” He said as he turned his eyes back to her hand.

She tried not to let her disappointment crush her too much. It wasn’t the first time she had heard that from a man. Her sister had the most beautiful thick blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Both had dulled over the years, but she was still the better looking one of the two of them. Jaqueline was shorter than her sister by 6 inches and her hair was always an unruly mess of dark curls. Their eyes were the only feature they shared.

“We were both adopted. Different birth parents, same adoptive parents.”

“You let her walk all over you like that and you weren’t even related?” He said in his brisk tone.

“We were family. Blood has nothing to do with it. She was always my sister no matter what. When we were in our teens our parents died in an accident and we were alone again. She didn’t have anybody to take care of her and neither did I. We took care of each other. I guess I just never stopped taking care of her.”

“Who takes care of you? I can’t imagine Whitney ever did.” Her eyes darted back to his. He looked at her expression and must have recognized the shame he saw there. “What did I say?”

“Nothing. It was nothing.”

“It was something.”

“You said her name. You said Whitney. I haven’t been able to say her name since she died. I haven’t really said her name in years, always some kind of nickname. Even in these past few days I’ve only heard a few people call her by her name. When I say her real name it brings me back to when she was my friend, my sister, and that’s not who she was anymore. Even when I saw her laying in her coffin, in a pretty blue dress I had picked for her to be buried in, with her hair combed and only a scarce trace of makeup, she still didn’t look like my sister.

The years of bad choices seemed to be etched into her skin and I could hardly look at her.” She cast her eyes down again, ashamed that she’d admitted that to a stranger. Ashamed that she felt that way in the first place.

Dante hooked a knuckle under her chin and drew her eyes back up to his. “You didn’t make her choose those things.” He held her gaze until she shifted under it, heat rising in her body once again. He let her hand go, his other hand remaining on my leg. “All done.”

She pulled her hand back. “It still hurts.”

“Your hand?”

“No.” She said. Their eyes met and she knew Dante knew what she meant.

She never allowed herself to grieve for Whitney, not with Penelope to care for, but she could feel the tears gathering behind her eyes now. She didn’t want to fall apart in front of Dante. She wouldn’t allow herself to cry here.

Squirming under his hand, she tried to push him away but he held fast to her. She needed him to leave but his eyes challenged her as if to say he knew what she was trying to do. She was intrigued by him and by the way he seemed to understand what she was feeling, but she was too close to the edge to explore what that meant. She needed to be alone.

She pushed hard against his chest with both hands trying to force him to back up, only to pull her hand away as a jolt of pain shot through her. Jacqueline felt herself sway backwards, darkness creeping into the edges of her vision.

Dante grabbed onto her shoulders and kept her upright. She fought to keep her eyes on his until the dizziness subsided.

“Don’t like blood, huh?”

“It’s not my favorite.” She said, no longer meeting his eyes. Her voice was barely audible. “You should go.”

He studied her through his thick lashes, eventually nodding. “I should.”

He backed away from the counter and helped her down before heading to the door. Jacqueline struggled to keep up to his long stride and when they had almost reached the door he stopped and turned around to her so abruptly that she nearly bumped into his chest.

She gasped as he caught her by the elbows and pushed her against the wall. He lowered his face down to hers and when he spoke his voice was low, kind. “You gotta let go, Jac. If you don’t do it you’ll crash when you least expect it. Stop trying to be strong for everyone. She’s gone. Let go.”

“I don’t know how.” She whispered, eyes searching his for the answer.

His rough features softened, hands running up the back of her arms. She repressed a shiver as he moved in closer. Grabbing onto the back of her arms, Dante pulled her in to a rough kiss. Heat and desire mixed as his tongue nudged her lips apart. She hesitated, only for a second, before she kissed him frantically, putting all the repressed stress and fear from the past days, years, into it.

His hand slipped to the back of her head, long fingers tangling in her hair, cushioning her head from the wall as he pushed her into it. Jacqueline’s hands tore at his belt, his zipper. Fingers desperate for his touch, for any sensation that made her forget. He seemed to recognize her urgency, working his free hand up under the bottom of her shirt. The touch of his hand on her skin sent surges of need through her body.

It had been a long time since she let anyone get this close to her. It scared her and it excited her. Wet heat pooled between her legs as his fingers crept up to cup her breast. Experienced fingers rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. She arched into his touch, savoring his rough touch. 

She was so close to him that she could feel his growing erection pressing into her. She liked knowing that he was as turned on as she was. She pressed herself into him, craving the feel of him against her, the distraction he could prove to be. Dante growled against her lips and moved his hand down until it was working its way up her black skirt. He was direct, aggressive, everything she needed right now.

Jacqueline tried to repress a moan when he slipped a finger past her folds and into her center.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it go.” He said. His eyes on her made her nervous, but when his thumb stroked her clit, Jacqueline couldn’t hold back anymore and let out a cry of pleasure. Dante smiled down at her and captured her lips once again.

She resumed her efforts to undo his pants, trying to focus while his fingers delved further into her. He was bringing her the brink of pleasure and Jacqueline was worried that she would fall off the other side too quickly. She never wanted this feeling to end.

Finally freeing him from his jeans, she pulled out his cock and stroked it between their bodies. At her touch, Dante untangled himself from her mass of hair and his hand receded from her aching center. She stopped, afraid that she did something wrong, only to have Dante reach down and pull her skirt down her legs. Moving back to her, he deftly picked her up, using the wall to support her back and his arms under her. She could feel his cock rubbing against her clit and she couldn’t help pushing into it, hoping the warm flesh would staunch the ache but it only proved to intensify it.

Dante’s eyes were dark with desire now and she felt empowered to know that she had put that look there. He gripped his cock and with deliberate strokes, Dante flicked the head against her clit. She wriggled against the sensation. She hadn’t been with many men, and none of them had been this direct. This experienced. Trepidation crept in and her heart raced as she remembered why she didn’t do this very often. Clearly he had more experience with this than her. She didn’t want to disappoint him. Her eyes desperately searched his.

“It’s been a long time.” She said, a nervous tone creeping into her voice.

“Yeah? How long?” His rough voice rumbled as he pushed into her, his cock stretching her, her body accepting him.

She inhaled a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the flood of sensation pulsating from her center. “Too long.” She said on a long exhale.

Dante gripped her hips tighter and brought her down on him, burying himself in her tight sheath. She watched the muscles in his arms tighten and relax as he pumped her into his body. Pinned against the wall with Dante holding her in place she could do little. So she melted into his movements and handed herself over to him.

She closed her eyes and let her head tip back against the wall, experiencing each sensation with absolute clarity. A delicious tension spiraled out from her core and she clenched tight, intensifying the sensation. Dante grunted and she looked at him through hooded eyes. His eyes were watching her body, her pleasure, with an appreciation she couldn’t comprehend. The carnal desire in his eyes on her dissolved any feeling of self-consciousness that she felt earlier. Just the opposite, it spurred her on. She brought her hands up to run through his hair like she had imagined earlier.

Dante pounded her against him, a bead of sweat breaking against his forehead. Jacqueline could feel her body tightening in bliss, frozen in a state of ecstasy, with each pummel of his cock. Her hands clenched in his hair at the first tremors of her orgasm. Lost in her release, Dante’s groan of his own pleasure radiated through her.

When their shudders subsided Dante rested his head on her chest, breathing rough. Her fingers relaxed, releasing his hair from her grasp, which she only vaguely remembered doing.

“Sorry if that hurt.” She said, embarrassed at how out of character she acted.

He lifted his head to look at her, incredulous. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, baby.”

Her stomach fluttered, excited and nervous to be on such unfamiliar territory. Pulling away from the wall, Dante carried her into the living room and sat on the couch, Jacqueline on his lap.

“I’m glad I got to see you relax, even if it was for just a couple minutes.” He said, urging her against his shoulder. She laid against him, letting him run his hands over her back. She listened to his heart beating and thought about his words. Maybe he was right, she was always on pins waiting for Whitney to show up or waiting to run and bail her out of whatever trouble she had got herself into. Maybe she could relax now for the first time in a long time.

She had never had a one night stand before and the rules for how to proceed afterwards were foreign to her. She knew he had to leave before Penny woke up in the morning, though.

“You should probably go.” She mumbled against his chest, sleepy.

“Yeah. I should.” He said, though he made no motion to leave and the soft pull of his fingers stroking her hair felt too good for her to worry about propriety.