OLIVIA’S POV
I hadn't even made it past the door when Dante swept me up. Now, I was straddling him on the plush sofa, my knees digging into the soft leather, and his arms locked around my waist.
I cupped his face in my hands, my palm framing his face as I gazed into his eyes. His skin was warm under my fingers, and his eyes were half-lidded, watching my every move, while my thumbs bruId over the edge of his jaw.
Dante swallowed hard as he leaned closer, his throat working. I claimed his lips, kissing him.
We kissed slowly at first, then it got deeper and hungrier.
He deepened the kiss. His fingers tightening at my waist before sliding down, as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer. Every time his lips bruId against mine, my heartbeat quickened.
I smiled against his lips, breaking the
