Free WickedTakeover by Tina Donahue Page B

proving what he’d done to her. The room smelled
of their mingled fragrances and sex, the best scent of all.
    He bent down and cradled her breasts. “You okay?”
    His breath skimmed her back, warming it further. She wiggled
her body into his. “Oh yeah. You?”
    “Hmm.” He suckled her shoulder until a yawn interrupted him.
Finished, he rubbed his face against her back and sighed, “Let’s get
comfortable.”
    Lauren smiled. “I already am. Go ahead and lean on me. Fall
asleep.” Just don’t pull out. She didn’t want to lose their closeness.
    “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I’ll crush you.”
    “No way. I’m sturdy.”
    “Sure.” On another yawn, he pulled out of her and stumbled
back.
    “Careful,” she warned, reaching for him.
    “I’m okay.” He righted himself and pulled off the rubber,
dropping it in the wastebasket.
    His hair looked awesome, tangled from their play. His body
was magnificent, muscular and lean, so toned Lauren could count his abs. Other
than his amazing side tat of a bird in flight, his pecs, torso and narrow hips
were nothing but sleek, bronze skin. No tan marks from trunks or board shorts.
Lauren wondered where he was able to swim in the nude. He was obviously an
athletic man in perfect condition. Unbelievably gorgeous.
    Lauren sagged against the chair weakened even more by his
male beauty. Beneath his hard belly, a stream of dark hair trickled to the
thick thatch of curls on his groin. Prominent veins snaked up his cock that was
still semi-hard, the crown a plump mouthful, its color ruddy. Short, dark hairs
dusted his pendulous balls, thighs and calves. His legs were long and sinewy.
Hell, even his large feet were great-looking.
    He padded back to the chair, climbed on and sagged down.
Smiling, Lauren ran her fingertips up his thigh. His leg trembled. He pulled it
away and reached for her. “Get up here.”
    She didn’t. Couldn’t. Before he’d climbed on the chair, it
had looked fairly big. Now, it seemed unbelievably narrow. “There’s not room
enough for both of us.”
    “Sure there is.” He turned to face her then scooted back
until his ass and shoulder hit the wall. Patting the padded top, he ordered,
“Hop on.”
    Lauren prayed the thing wouldn’t collapse with her added
weight. As gracefully as possible, she settled next to Dante, facing him. Close
enough for his body heat to warm her, his breath to glance over her lips. With
a blissful look in his eyes, he smiled then kissed her. Gently, this time.
Tender and searching.
    Her defenses crumbled, leaving her soul naked and yearning.
She opened up to him, giving her all, powerless against what was happening,
which was so damn reckless for her heart. Lauren knew she should have stopped
wanting him, but couldn’t.
    They kissed for a long time that seemed far too short to
her. Dante brushed his lips over her throat then scooted down and licked her
areola. She sighed at his tongue’s wet heat. He drew her nipple into his mouth
and suckled lightly. To her it seemed he wasn’t trying to arouse, but to
comfort them both.
    Her lids grew heavy. She stifled a yawn. Dante grunted and
sighed, the noises he made sounding content.
    Time seemed to stop then drift. Lauren wasn’t aware they’d
fallen asleep until beating drums and the shriek of trumpets awakened her, the
music sounding way too peppy and loud. Dante’s upper lip fluttered with his
soft snore, his breath grazing her breast. Smiling, Lauren combed his hair with
her fingers.
    He stirred then glanced up, frowning, she guessed, at the
intrusive music.
    “Don’t make any sudden moves,” she pleaded, “or I might land
on the floor.”
    He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him,
her cunt to his cock. With his forehead to hers, he whispered, “Not gonna
happen. I have you.”
    For now. What about tomorrow and all the days beyond that?
    Crap. Lauren didn’t want to think about it or what they’d
done. During their passion, everything had