Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
It was exhilarating to see him smiling despite the shitty things happening around him—like listening to Drake run his mouth when he had no clue what he was talking about and his office being trashed.
Once Dante was sufficiently sequestered to his half of the loveseat, I sat, our thighs only inches apart, and handed him his beer, and immediately felt Dante’s warmth.
It had never felt so intimate when I sat this close to him before, and my heart was pounding about a million miles an hour.
We stayed like that, for hours, as we watched rerun after rerun of How I Met Your Mother.
We were on our third and fifth beer when I finally fell asleep.
My eyes closed, and I dreamed.
But my dreams weren’t sweet like I’d been expecting. They were sad and downright depressing.
***
The dream I was having sucked. It sucked so bad that I couldn’t even begin to explain its suckiness. Dante was staring at me, laughing, because I’d told him my feelings for him.
“You really think I could fall for someone like you?”
Everyone else was laughing, too.
“Cobie.”
I woke with a start and stared straight into Dante’s concerned eyes.
“You okay?”
I blinked, then nodded my head as I raised one hand up and pushed the hair out of my face. “Yeah,” I croaked. “I’m fine. What’s going on?”
“We fell asleep on the couch,” he said. “Your cat is annoying.”
My brows rose, but with it being so dark, I couldn’t figure out why, exactly, he thought my cat was annoying.
“He’s been digging his claws into my beard for over an hour. Can you make him go away? I can’t seem to lift my hands.”
I laughed and reached up and over, half of my body draping over Dante’s, as I picked the cat up and pulled him to my chest to cuddle.
I didn’t, however, move off of Dante.
I kept my body exactly where it was, and tried to forget the dream that he’d woken me from.
“Not really a dream, though. More of a nightmare.”
“What?” I asked, startled.
“Your dream. You said, ‘It was just a dream,’ when you woke up. But I wouldn’t call something that made you cry out like that in your sleep a dream. I’d classify it as a nightmare. You sounded like you were in pain.”
I was.
“Oh,” I murmured, eyes once again closing. “I can’t even seem to remember it now.”
I snuggled in closer to Dante, who didn’t push me away, and was asleep again moments later.
Not once did I notice that we weren’t on the couch anymore. Nor did I notice that I’d somehow lost my pants, and Dante’s chest was smooth underneath my fingers.
Because if I had, maybe I wouldn’t have stayed.
If I had, maybe what happened next wouldn’t have happened.
Chapter 20
If your woman isn’t the most annoying person on the planet, she’s not the woman for you.
-Cobie to Dante
Cobie
This dream was way better, was my first conscious thought.
I pushed back against the hard column of Dante’s cock that I could feel along my backside and groaned.
“Dante,” I breathed.
His big hand went to my hip and he pulled me back as he ground himself against me, not saying a word.
I didn’t need words, though. Not when it came to the man that had stolen my heart.
Dante wasn’t much of a talker. It didn’t surprise me that that extended to sex.
He growled, though, and that was just as good, if not better.
“Please.” I pushed back against him.
His hand smoothed up under my shirt to lay flat on the expanse of my belly, and then he went lower to where my panties laid against my skin, right underneath my bellybutton.
His fingers teased the waistband. First, they went along the entire length, circling around one hip before they came back to the middle where the tiny pink bow lay. Then, the tip of one finger dipped below the waistline to run along the length of my pubic hair.
Over and over, just barely teasing.
It was enough to set my body on fire.
“Dante,” I whimpered.
I felt his bearded chin along my shoulder, and then his lips were on my skin. My neck.
My jaw.
He peppered my body with kisses as he tasted me, and I started to shiver.
My legs were rubbing together as I tried to alleviate the ache he was causing, and I licked my lips before I finally took the plunge and shoved my panties down my legs.
Once they were kicked off, I spread them wide and threw one leg over his hips.
The room around me was dark so I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel.
But feeling was enough.
I felt more than enough, actually.
His hand hovered just at the apex of my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as I practically willed him to move forward. Just another inch and his fingers would be where it ached the most.
I shifted my hips to hopefully help, but still, he didn’t move.