Free Taking the Bait by C. M. Steele

in her parents’ home, but I already told her I wasn’t a gentleman at all.
    I licked her tears, tasting her pain and hurt as I waited for our shower to get the right temperature. I whispered to her after testing the water.
    “I can’t have the water too cold.” Nothing. She didn’t even smile, just nothing. Fuck, this wasn’t good. I needed the vibrant, redheaded woman who was strong and mouthy to come back to me.
    “I’m sorry for everything that happened, except knowing you. That’s something I’ll never regret,” I murmured in her ear.
    She didn’t say anything, so I took us into the shower, hoping the water would revive her. She looked up at me, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.
    “Dante…Am I dreaming?”
    “No. I’m sorry, but you’re not.”
    “You’re here. I’m not sorry about that,” she whispered before reaching up and pressing her lips against mine. It was soft, affectionate, and perfect. I wanted to rush her, but I didn’t know how fragile she was.
    “Love me, Dante. Please. I need to feel alive.”
    “Always, cara,” I whispered before I kissed her again. I wanted to absorb her into my skin. Everything about her, owned me. I missed her, and I would do anything in my power to never let us be apart again. I pushed us into the water and let the warmth envelop us. Lifting her up, I pushed her against the wall and slammed my body against hers. Looking into her eyes, I knew she like this.
    “Touch me, Regan,” I groaned.
    She tentatively rubbed her hand across my chest, slipping her fingers into my hair. The feel of her fingers as they caressed my pecs made my cock stiffer, if that was even possible. At this point, I could lay drywall with it. I wanted to just push into her heat, but I wanted her to tell me. Her little hands shook, in nervousness.
    “It’s all yours, Regan. Touch me however you want. I like the feeling of your hands on me.”
    “I like it too,” she replied boldly.
    My hands moved from her ass, just letting my body and the wall hold her up. I wanted to touch her all over. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy and have her come on my tongue. Fuck. I needed her to say it. I gripped her wet red hair and pulled her face against mine. She moaned as our mouths connected. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and it was my turn to moan.
    “Ah, Regan,” I said pleadingly. I pressed my hard cock against her pussy, letting her feel me and know what I wanted.
    “I need you in me, Dante,” she cried.
    That was all I needed to hear. I moved just enough to align our bodies and pushed up into her. Fuck. I’d forgotten what she did to me. I knew mentally she drove me nuts, but her pussy has a similar effect.
    She tightened her thighs around my waist as I slammed her against the wall with each thrust. Her body moved in time with mine. I had her back. I could tell she was fully with me. Regan moved her hands up and down my back, clawing at me.
    “Dante,” she chanted over and over again as I took her breasts in my hands. She had such perfect breasts, and I needed to taste them. I bent down a little as I gripped her ass for leverage and took plump breast into my mouth. I groaned with satisfaction as she mewed. My movements became more erratic as I was consumed by her. I was so damn close I could feel my balls tightened, getting ready to release my seed into her naked womb. I bit down on her nipple as I started to come, and she followed, crying out her release as she bit down on my shoulder.
    I tried to calm my racing pulse. I held her close, but let her drop her legs.
    “Are you okay?” I asked, hoping her mental state was back to normal.
    “I think so. I don’t know if I could walk yet, but we’ll see.”
    “Sorry, amore. I tried to take it easy on you, but you’re too irresistible.”
    “Please don’t take it easy on me,” she said with a naughty grin.
    “Fine, have it your way. I want you again, but I’ve seen your father’s fileting collection. So let’s get washed,