Free Her Dark Dragon by Lillith Payne Page B

home, here for drinks. I'd say it was a good warm-up." Her drink arrived and she sipped it, gladly holding the glass to her lips to stop herself from saying anything further, or smiling at catching him at his own game. Maybe she wasn't so unworldly after all!
    "Would you rather I'd have met you at the door, pulled you inside, stripped you down, and took you in the hallway?"
    Her laughing wasn't what he expected from the look in his eyes. "Maybe next time." It was the only answer she gave him, changing the direction to keep him off-kilter. "Dance with me, Nico, one last time."
    He didn't question her words, just stood and offered his hand. Danni fitted against him as if she'd been tailored for him. Her head just reached his shoulder, the rest of her fit against him in all the right places. He tugged her closer with his arm around her waist and pulled her against his erection. For several songs, they stayed that way, locked together with the music, the outside world not daring to enter. It was Danni who finally pulled back.
    "Take me, Nico, now. I can't stand the torture any longer."
    "Torture you? What about me? You've been stroking me all evening, one way or another." His dark eyes sparkled in the candlelight, his lips falling into a lazy grin she'd seen before.
    "Yes, and now I want to do it without clothing. Are we staying here, did you get a room?"
    "No, we're going back to Casa Maria. That's where we both belong, bella."
    She didn't cringe at the pet name, rather held his eye and wondered about the choice of his words. She slipped to the ladies' lounge, more for time to breathe than to repair her lipstick, long kissed off on the dance floor. When she returned, he stood ready, the car waiting outside for them. This time, she sat on her side. Her only concession was to let her hand rest on the space between them. His hand dropped over hers, his thumb again making designs on her palm. He knew she was on the edge, and wanted to keep her there a bit longer. At least until they got home and out of the blasted car. The ride seemed to take forever, and she had little to say. Only when they reached the entrance of the Severino yard did she let out a breath.
    "Which statue did you choose?" Danni asked as they wound their way around the fields toward the house.
    "Missionary."
    Danni could visualize the statue vividly. A woman lay on her back, her weight supported on her elbows. The kimono she wore was a floral design, open in the front, its bright colors lying beside and under her. Her head was thrown back, showing the long column of her neck, her dark hair flowing with her eyes closed. Her knees were raised and spread wide. Over her, a well-endowed nude male figure rested his weight on his forearms, his mouth to the peak of her left breast, the tip of his erect penis just at her entrance. The workmanship was extraordinary, considering it started as one piece of ivory. Every muscle on the male's body was tensed, his buttocks tight, his shoulders showing a slight strain from the position.
    It was one of her favorites, the position one she'd thought about sharing with Nico through the years, though she'd never told him. Its erotic beauty was the basic design of how the figures fit together, their expressions pure bliss of acceptance without self-consciousness. Danni realized she'd turned the faces of the statues to resemble her and Nico. She heated from deep within and hoped he hadn't noticed.
    "Starting with the basics?"
    "Something like that." The driver was gone before Danni had time to rethink what she was about to do. Nico grabbed her around the waist and lowered her over his shoulder, as if she were a sack of feed or potatoes. When she started to protest, he lightly slapped her buttocks. She let out a gasp, refusing to stop fussing until they made their way inside and up the curved staircase. He didn't turn on any lights, simply turned left at the top of the stairs, moving to the last door. The master suite, she knew, his room,