No Ordinary Billionaire (The Sinclairs) (R) (18 page)

“You go to work every day,” Dante argued irritably.

“Yes . . . with an armed guard. No offense, but you’re pretty intimidating even if he doesn’t know you carry a weapon.”

Dante unlocked the door and let her in after he’d entered first to shut down the alarm system, closing the door with more force than necessary behind her.

“I’m not putting you at risk, Sarah,” he answered, giving her an angry stare that would have scared the bejesus out of most people.

Sarah wasn’t intimidated. She knew his facial expressions, and she’d seen every one of them, from playful to homicidal. She might not have him totally figured out, but she knew he’d never hurt her, no matter how angry he might be. “It’s my choice to make,” she informed him sedately, dropping her purse on the dining room table and heading up the stairs to take a shower.

Her heart was aching as she stripped off her work clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket in the guest bathroom. Sarah usually enjoyed using Dante’s fancy shower, but she stepped into the enormous tile enclosure distracted. Water hit her from both sides and above her head, the pulsating multiple jets relaxing her as she shampooed her hair.

He’s never going to agree. I’m going to have to make this choice on my own.

Showing herself in public again would have to be her decision, and after all Dante had done for her, making that decision when he was so adamantly against it was going to hurt him. That was the last thing she wanted to do. The way he cared about her safety and protected her touched her more than she wanted to admit. Nobody had ever looked out for her the way Dante did. Lately, she’d stopped trying to analyze why he did it, and why they had the connection that they had together. She just enjoyed being with him. Still, reality was reality. He wouldn’t be here in Amesport much longer—he was nearly healed—and she’d have to deal with making the decision of how to end her isolation herself.

She rinsed conditioner from her hair as she thought about how painful it was going to be to see him go back to Los Angeles, back to a job that had nearly gotten him killed. Everything inside her rebelled at the thought, and she understood how he felt about her being in danger. She feared the same with him.

Sarah squeaked, startled as Dante entered the shower, completely nude. Before she had a chance to form a single thought, he pinned her against the tile, crowding her with his massive, muscular body, her wrists held captive over her head. Desire flowed through her body like liquid fire as she looked up at his face. His expression was volatile and feral, like a hungry predator on the prowl. His fierceness beckoned to her like a mating call, her nipples hard, her pussy flooding with wet heat, and the rest of her body trembling with need.

“First of all, I’m not leaving until that asshole is either in jail or dead. Do you understand?” His voice was grating and harsh.

“How can you—”

“Don’t talk. Don’t even try to reason with me. I’m not in a rational mood. Just tell me you understand,” he demanded, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath.

Sarah could tell he was fighting for control, but she didn’t need him to hold back. She liked him like this: dominant and urgent. Although she really didn’t understand how he could keep his promise if the situation dragged on forever, she knew that he would.

She simply nodded, not knowing exactly how he planned to stay. However, she’d learned that when Dante made a vow, he meant it.

“Second, I don’t want to risk anything happening to you. When I lost Patrick, I wanted to be dead. Then you came along and brought me back to life again. You’re mine, Sarah. I think I knew that almost from the moment I saw you. I know
you’re
willing to take the risk of putting yourself out there, but don’t you know losing you would kill me?”

Tears started to flow down Sarah’s cheeks as she nodded again. The intensity of his emotions was flowing from him to her, waking the same response that had been inside her for a while now. She hadn’t acknowledged it because she was afraid of getting hurt, but she knew if she lost Dante, her entire world would go dark. Her defenses shattered as the tears flowed. She wasn’t thinking analytically. Dante treated her like a woman, and she was reacting with her heart. When it came to him, it was as though her brain totally disconnected and her heart took over her thinking for her.

“Third, I need to fuck you so desperately that I can’t get myself off one more time. It’s a damn poor substitute. I need you. Lying in bed every single night and not being able to touch you has been torture. I’m healed. The only reason I didn’t fuck you was because I knew I needed to be in condition to protect you, and I needed to heal fast. I also didn’t want to do a half-assed job of satisfying you. Understand?”

Like that could really happen. Dante could satisfy her with just his touch. But she nodded anyway, her tears escaping from her eyes unchecked, the water from the shower mingling with her teardrops.

“Fourth?” she prompted after he was silent for moment, his intense stare making her squirm with carnal longing. She felt like she’d waited forever to be with this man, and she couldn’t wait a moment longer.

“There is no goddamn fourth,” he growled as his mouth covered hers.

Sarah yanked at her restrained hands as she met his tongue with a muffled cry. Dante held her spellbound, oblivious to anything happening around her except the heat of his mouth on hers, his tongue branding her. Her need to touch him was so intense that she was whimpering into his mouth again, and she jerked furiously at her wrists, unable to escape his iron hold.

“What’s wrong?” Dante demanded as he pulled his mouth from hers, panting.

“I have to touch you, Dante. Please,” she begged, needing him to release her hands so she could explore his body now that he was healed. That desire was so intense that it was actually physically painful.

“I won’t last if you do,” he warned, but he released her hands and slid his hands down her back and finally cupped the cheeks of her ass. “But I still want you to. Touch me, Sarah.”

Sarah didn’t waste any time spearing her hands through his wet hair, luxuriating in the feel of his body as she pulled his mouth to hers again. She moaned against his mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip and then licked it soothingly. Sarah shivered with pleasure as she ran her hands over his shoulders and explored the sculpted muscles of his back. His tight ass was pure perfection, and when her hands landed there, she squeezed him tightly.

“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re killing me,” Dante rasped as Sarah buried her face in his neck and nipped at his skin.

“Fuck me, Dante. I need you,” she pleaded in a husky voice next to his ear.

His big body shuddered as he pulled her into the full jets of the shower, turning her around in his arms and cradling her back against his chest. “Soon. I have to make you come first.” His voice was deep and demanding, vibrating along the sensitive flesh of her ear. “Let me show you how many ways your body can be pleasured. Have you ever touched yourself in the shower?”

Sarah shook her head fiercely, his blunt questions not even embarrassing her anymore. Her body was too heated, too desperate for Dante.

“I love seeing you like this,” Dante crooned in her ear as he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples just hard enough for Sarah feel a jolt of electricity shoot straight to her core. “So hot and so needy for me to make you come.”

“Yes,” she moaned, carnal desire coiled so tightly in her body that she had to find relief or die of frustration.

Dante ran a hand down her abdomen and toyed with her pussy, slowly penetrating her folds with his finger. “Touch your breasts. Do whatever feels good,” he instructed, running a fingertip up and down the slit in her folds, not quite going where she needed him.

Cupping her own breasts, Sarah pinched and stroked her nipples, still needing more. “Please,” she implored, feeling like she was going to self-destruct.

“I like watching you pleasing yourself, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Just enjoy this,” he said in a soothing voice as his fingers invaded her heat. “Christ. You’re so hot. Do you know what it does to me knowing that I’m the only man who has ever seen you like this?”

Sarah knew her core was slick, warm, and pulsating beneath his fingers. She could feel the drumming of her accelerated heartbeat in her ears as she leaned back, letting his muscular body support her. “Only you,” she agreed with a whimper.

I need more. I need more.

Dante gave her exactly what she needed as he opened her folds and exposed her throbbing clit to the jetting water, moving her body until she was a prisoner to the pounding force against the vulnerable bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God,” Sarah cried out, pinching her nipples harder as the coil in her belly started to unfurl.

Dante invaded her channel with his fingers, pumping them in and out like a lover’s cock.

“Too much. Too much,” she whimpered as she squirmed against him, but he gave her no quarter.

Dante explored her sheath with every thrust, finding and curling his fingers around a G-spot she hadn’t realized she even had, caressing the area with every stroke. Sarah’s head dropped against his shoulder as her back arched slightly, unconsciously, the pleasure nearly unbearable.

“It’s too much,” she keened. The overwhelming feel of his fingers, the hard pulsation on her clit, and the sensation of her own hands caressing her breasts was making her body writhe, desperate for relief.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he ordered harshly.

Sarah had no choice. She unraveled, screaming Dante’s name as her body detonated, and she flew to pieces, trusting Dante to catch her as she fell.

CHAPTER 12

Dante held her trembling body as Sarah panted, her heart beating so fast that she was lightheaded. He shut the water off and picked her up in his arms as he stepped out of the shower. After sitting her gently on the bathroom counter, he grabbed huge, fluffy towels and started to dry her body and hair with slow, careful motions. Once she was dry, he dried himself roughly and grabbed a brush, running it through her hair carefully as she sat in almost a stupor of postorgasmic bliss.

This is another way he’s taking care of me.

“I still need you inside me,” Sarah told him shakily, her body and mind needing, craving that ultimate connection.

“I will be,” Dante told her huskily as he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. “The first time I fuck you has to be in my bed, where you belong.”

Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck and inhaled his scent, getting intoxicated from the combination of musk and male. Dante exuded testosterone, and she almost felt like she could smell it, get drunk on the scent. He was claiming her in the most primordial way by wanting to take her the first time in his bed. Maybe it was a little like a caveman wanting to drag a woman off to his lair to have his way with her. It was a possessive action, and that just ramped up Sarah’s need even more. Something inside her responded to Dante’s dominance like a match to dry tinder, making her burn for him more with every possessive command or action, every claiming word he uttered. Her reaction was elemental, and she couldn’t stop it, even with logic.

He yanked back the covers on the bed and placed her in the middle, standing back and staring at her with a look so hot that it scorched her.

“I need you, Dante,” Sarah admitted honestly, heat pooling in the pit of her stomach and radiating to every fiber of her being.

He crawled onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as he lowered his head to her shoulder. “I need you, too, sweetheart. I’ll always be here when you need me.”

Ferocious longing pulsated through Sarah’s body, even though she knew he
wouldn’t
always be here. She wanted Dante more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life, and she knew his admission wasn’t purely physical.

“Be with me,” Sarah pleaded, holding him tightly against her. Dante’s emotional wounds of losing his best friend were still fresh, and she wanted to hold him tightly like this for as long as he needed her, in whatever way he needed her.

“Sarah,” he uttered roughly, intensely, as though she was everything to him, and all of those yearnings were encompassed in just her name.

At that moment, they were locked together in a place where only the two of them existed, and Sarah could feel Dante all the way to her soul.

Dante rolled her onto her back and rose up on his elbows, staring down at her with eyes like liquid fire.

She reached up and stroked his jaw and cheek, both rough and whiskered as they always were at the end of the day.

“Condom,” he grumbled.

“No!” Sarah exclaimed. “I’ve been on birth control for years.” What was happening between her and Dante was raw and elemental, and she wanted to experience it that way.

“You didn’t tell me. Do you trust me?” Dante asked, his eyes burning even hotter. “You’ll be the first woman I’ve had bare. The only one I’ve ever wanted that way.”

“Yes.” She didn’t need to remind him right now that she’d seen his medical records. She wanted to be a first to him in that way. “I’m safe, too.”