No Ordinary Billionaire (The Sinclairs) (R) (19 page)

“Sweetheart, you’re nowhere near safe right now,” Dante rumbled dangerously.

Sarah shuddered in anticipation. She’d waited for this moment for what seemed like forever. “Fuck me, Dante. No mercy.”

“No mercy for either of us,” Dante rasped, grasping her feet and urging her to put her legs around him.

She complied immediately, flexing her hips up only to feel his engorged cock sliding through her moist heat.

“Please. No more waiting.” Her core clenched tight, needing to be filled by him.

“No more,” he agreed, positioning his cock at the entrance to her channel and driving himself home. “Holy Christ,” he hissed. “You’re so damn tight, hot . . . wet.”

Sarah felt stretched, filled to capacity by Dante. He was built big, and there was some pain as he buried himself all the way inside her, but the ecstasy of having him completely immersed inside her was worth the discomfort that was already fading away. It wasn’t a bad kind of pain; it was a possession, a stretching that reinforced the fact that Dante was finally filling her. “Yes,” she murmured, tightening her legs around him to pull him as deeply as he could get. “Fuck me,” she demanded mindlessly.

Dante’s forehead was already beaded with sweat as he pulled back and thrust into her again. “Mine,” he groaned, almost as though the word was a vow as he stroked back out and into her again.

Sarah moaned and tightened her arms around Dante’s shoulders, lost in the rhythm of his intense, powerful thrusts. This was what she needed, this cataclysmic, forceful connection with Dante.

Her world tilted as he pounded into her, his hand sliding under her ass to pull her up to meet the volatile strokes of his cock. Her body felt sensitized; every brush of skin against hers as he moved was like a caress. Sarah could feel perspiration trickle down her face as she moved with him, letting him claim her with every thrust of his cock.

Her hands were everywhere, stroking up his back and over his ass, trying to make him go even deeper.

“Harder,” she urged him, wanting everything he could give.

Dante responded, hammering into her until she was panting and breathless. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded ruthlessly. “Tell me you need this as much as I do.”

“Yes.” There was no reason to deny it. If he stopped now, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Dante shifted, bringing one of her feet up over his shoulder and changing angles until his cock stimulated her clit every time he entered and retreated. His mouth crashed down over hers, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock as Sarah finally gave in to her impending climax. Her nails bit into the skin of his back, and she felt the vibration of Dante’s groans as he continued to kiss her exactly like he was fucking her: hot, hard, and fast.

Sarah’s back arched and her legs tightened around Dante’s waist while wave after wave shuddered through her body as she rode the powerful orgasm.

Dante lifted his lips from hers and groaned as she milked him, the strong spasms of her channel clenching his cock tightly. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as his warm release flooded her womb, both of them left shaking in the aftermath.

He rolled, letting her rest on top of his body so she could catch her breath. Sarah felt limp and spent, her heart racing out of control as she laid her head on Dante’s chest and slid most of her weight off him and to the side. He might be almost healed, but she didn’t want to hurt him.

Neither one of them spoke as they came slowly back to earth again.

Finally, Dante said hoarsely, “Do you understand now why I can’t risk anything happening to you?”

“Yes.” Sarah did understand. She would probably feel the same way if the positions were reversed. It wasn’t a rational thought, but for the first time, she didn’t care. Her heart was involved now, and caring about someone the way she cared about Dante was never going to make sense. It just . . . was. “I just want to be normal,” Sarah responded with a sigh.

“You’re never going to be normal, sweetheart,” Dante replied bluntly. “You’re always going to be special, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I think it’s fantastic. But you should have been allowed to be a child, and experience things that all normal women do. Being gifted should have opened even more opportunity for you, not kept you isolated.” He kissed her gently on the forehead.

“I suppose one of those normal things would be sex?” she questioned, slightly amused, but amazed at how well he could read her, knew her needs almost better than she did right now.

“Especially that. Awesome, mind-blowing sex,” he said with an arrogant grin. “And lots of it to make up for lost time.”

God, when he throws me that cocky smile of his, I want to jump him all over again.

“And I suppose you can help me with that?” she asked teasingly.

He rolled her under him and trapped her hands above her head. “I’ll be the only man helping you,” he said greedily.

His expression went from cocky to grim in an instant, his body tensed above her.

“You don’t hear me arguing,” she answered in a sultry tone. Sarah was taken aback when she felt his hard erection brushing her thigh. “Impossible. You’re over the age of thirty and it takes the average man longer to get another erection.”
Especially one that’s rock hard.

Dante’s lips started to curve slowly into a wicked, wicked grin. “Baby, I’m far from average when it comes to you.”

Sarah highly doubted whether Dante could ever be considered average, even when he
wasn’t
with her. He was . . . “extraordinary,” she murmured aloud.

Dante threw his head back and let out a bark of laughter, and then lowered his head to her shoulder with a groan. “Only you could make that word sound so damn sexy when you’re referring to my dick.”

“Exceptional?” she tried again with a small smile, knowing that he hadn’t realized that she was actually referring to the man and not just his man parts.

“Major turn-on,” he agreed, letting his tongue trail along the sensitive spot right beneath her jaw.

“Amazing,” she sighed, tilting her head so he could have better access to her neck.

“You’re about to find out if you keep talking dirty to me this way,” he warned her in a muffled, deep, passionate voice as he bit down gently on the lobe of her ear.

Sarah moaned, knowing just about anything she said to him made him horny. Crazy man. So when he finally impaled her, sinking himself deeply inside her, she moaned, “Phenomenal.”

“Dirty girl,” Dante answered gruffly.

“Fuck me, Dante,” she begged, most of her vocabulary now evaporated along with her common sense.

“Very dirty girl,” he said with a husky groan as he did exactly that.

Sarah woke the next day deliciously sore, glad it was Saturday, and wrapped in a pair of strong, muscular arms that had held her tightly and protectively while she’d slept most of the day away. Of course, that was
after
she’d experienced Dante’s “phenomenal” several more times, and it had already been daylight when they’d both fallen into an exhausted sleep.

As she stretched her arms over her head and sat up, she noticed it was already four o’clock in the afternoon. “When have I ever slept the whole afternoon away?” she whispered to herself, astonished. She hadn’t had that luxury even when she’d worked all day and all night when she was in med school.

“Your fault,” Dante said groggily, sitting up and stretching just like she had just done. “You shouldn’t have started all of that dirty talk.”

Sarah’s body reacted just from watching him stretch, his broad shoulders flexing, his biceps rippling as he moved. Her eyes scanned over his sculpted chest and ripped abs, following his happy trail of dark hair that disappeared underneath the tented sheet.

Scrambling out of bed before he could catch her, she laughed as he stalked her, on his hands and knees on the mattress. Her body responded immediately, her nipples hardening as she watched his eyes grow dark and needy. She wanted to let him catch her, but she knew if she experienced Mr. Exceptional one more time she might not be able to walk. “Oh, no you don’t, mister. Keep that thing away from me. I’m sore.”

Dante flopped onto his back with a groan of defeat that made Sarah giggle. “If you aren’t going to let me fuck you, at least feed me,” he bellowed tragically, trying to make her laugh. “You’re a demanding woman and you worked me over hard. I’m famished.”

She did chortle. Sarah couldn’t help herself. When Dante was in a playful mood, he could certainly bring on the drama. Oh, she knew very well that he was playing her by trying to look pathetic. There wasn’t one feeble bone in his body. But she adored the fact that he was doing this for her entertainment.

Honestly, she probably did need to feed him. He’d expended so much energy, and it certainly wasn’t
her
who wore
him
out. Dante was . . . insatiable.

It had come as no surprise to her that Dante couldn’t cook well, and she’d found out from day one that she either needed to cook or they’d end up getting pizza or Chinese delivered every single day. She’d gotten into the habit of cooking here, a task she actually enjoyed but rarely fussed with at home because it didn’t seem worth the effort just to feed herself. But watching Dante consume multiple plates of food she’d prepared made her happy, like she was actually doing something useful for him. No one appreciated food more than Dante.

“Eggs, bacon, and pancakes as soon as I shower,” she informed him as she walked toward the bedroom door, feeling self-conscious about walking around as naked as the day she was born.

“I’ll be ready in ten,” Dante called cheerfully, rolling quickly to his feet and practically jogging to the shower.

Five eggs, half a pound of bacon, and five pancakes later, Dante was cleaning up the kitchen as Sarah sat at his piano in the living room. He was a big guy, but where the hell did he put that much food?

She’d just finished a concerto, and she cringed as she heard dishes crashing together as he loaded them into the dishwasher. It was his bargain. When she cooked, he cleaned up.

Thank God he doesn’t use real china.

Dante cleaned up the same way he did everything else: fast and furious.

She watched him emerge from the kitchen, dressed in a forest-green button-down shirt and a pair of faded jeans, looking good enough to eat.

He came toward her in purposeful strides, his expression stoic as he stopped behind the piano bench and held out his hand. “Okay. Let’s go. I have a surprise for you.”

His expression was unreadable. “What are you up to?” Sarah asked cautiously.

He grasped her hand impatiently and pulled her gently to her feet. “You better move before I change my mind. Go put on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt for protection.”

What for? She was already dressed in shorts and a tank top. Intrigued, Sarah scampered upstairs to her room to find some clothes. It was probably still hovering around the high seventies in temperature outside, and it was almost always humid. However, she wasn’t going to argue about wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Dante was definitely up to something, and she couldn’t wait to see what he had planned.

Apprehension seized him as Dante led Sarah outside. He’d put her present together several nights ago when he couldn’t sleep, haunted by the warmth and the temptation of her warm body next to his. He’d gotten up and come out to the garage, desperate for something to occupy his time and his dirty mind. He hadn’t planned on helping her learn to ride anything but him anytime soon when he’d purchased it. He didn’t want her outside or exposed unless it was absolutely necessary. But now his instincts to protect and his desire to make her happy were at war within his aching gut.