“No, Dante,” I said, harnessing my anger as I entered my bedroom. “You will leave. And if you don’t, I’m calling the cops. I’m sure my brother will be happy to come over and arrest you.”
I didn’t threaten him with his vandalism of the hospital several nights ago. For some reason, I still wanted to protect him from that, though I had no idea why.
“It’s okay, Erin,” Logan said. “Tell him to let me go, and I’ll leave.”
“What? Are you kidding me? No way.” Dante had to leave. I had to tell him again. But my heart wasn’t in it. All I wanted to tell him was to get in my bed.
“It’s okay,” Logan said. “Breakfast was fun, but clearly this wasn’t meant to be.”
“You heard the man, Erin.” Dante released Logan. “Get the hell out of here.”
Logan straightened his collar and left my room in a flurry.
I advanced on Dante, fuming. “What the hell was—”
He grabbed me and pulled me into his body as his lips came down on mine. My knees weakened when his erection pushed into my belly.
I responded to his kiss despite myself, despite what he’d just done. Despite…everything.
Then I stopped thinking. Only pure emotion coursed through me as I responded to his kiss, let my tongue wander into his mouth, groaned when he took it between his lips and sucked.
No one had ever kissed me the way Dante kissed me.
I wanted more of it.
So much more.
He brushed my shirt forcefully from my shoulders down to my waist and then broke the kiss. “You kissed him,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Y-Yes.”
“You were going to fuck him.” Not a question. A statement. An angry statement.
I forced myself not to stammer this time. “Yes,” I said on a gulp.
“You will not fuck him.”
“Well…not right now. You scared him away.” I bit my trembling lip. “But I—”
“Ever. You will not fuck him…ever.”
“Now you wait a—”
He slammed his lips down on mine once more, crushing our bodies together. Without thinking, I slid my hands up his muscular arms to his shoulders clad in black cotton.
So hard beneath my fingertips, so perfect.
He swept me into his arms and placed me on my bed. “Mine,” he growled. “These lips are mine.” He ripped my bra open at the middle. “These breasts are mine. That treasure between your legs is mine.” He licked his lips, his eyes dark with desire. “You are mine.”
“But yesterday,” I whimpered. “You didn’t want—”
“Forget yesterday. I want you now. And I will have what’s mine.” He inhaled. “I can smell you. I can smell how much you want me.”
I could smell it too. My lust was thick in the room, and it hadn’t been there with Logan. Dante had brought it out in me.
Dante, who I hardly knew.
Dante, who was rude as hell.
Dante, who had broken into my home.
Dante, who I’d found vandalizing the blood bank.
Dante…who I wanted more than my next breath of air.
Couldn’t think. Couldn’t form words. All I wanted was his mouth on me. Everywhere.
He tugged off my shoes, then my jeans and panties. He spread my legs and closed his eyes. “Your musk is the sweetest thing I’ve ever scented.”
Scented? Odd use of the word. But then he lowered his head, slithered his tongue over his bottom lip…
Opened his eyes…
And then his mouth, his eyes ablaze with rage.
“What the hell is that?”