OLIVIA
Dante kissed me slowly, twirling his tongue to taste mine. His mouth, coupled with the way his hand slid down my arm, was too much. Good much. So good. A whimper slipped out of me, and the moment it did, he pressed into me harder. His left hand caressed my cheek while his right gripped my waist, deepening the kiss.
By the time he finally pulled back, I was panting with my head spinning, and vision swimming like the world tilted.
His lips brushed the curve of my neck. “Did you do what I asked?” he whispered against my skin.
I could only nod.
His mouth curved into a smile I felt more than saw. Then his hand slid down between my thighs, and he parted them with ease. His fingers skimmed my bare skin until his thumb pressed exactly where I was aching for him and a choked sound brok
