Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [222]
Tess swallowed on a dry throat. “I’ll get the bandages now.”
She dropped the washcloth in the sink and pivoted to reach for the roll of white gauze, but Dante caught her hand. He held it in his warm grasp, smoothing his thumb over her skin as if he were silently asking her permission. When she didn’t pull away, only turned back to face him, his eyes were glittering, the center of them seeming to glow within the bourbon-dark rim of color that surrounded his pupils.
“I should stay away from you,” he said, his voice low and thick. “I should, but I can’t.”
He captured the back of her neck in his large palm and brought her toward him, the few inches between them vanishing as their bodies pressed together. He lowered his mouth, and Tess’s breath left her on a long sigh as his lips brushed hers in a slow, sweet kiss. One of his hands went around to the small of her back, sliding up under her loose knit shirt. His touch was hot, fingertips leaving trails of electricity all along her spine as he caressed her bare skin.
Dante’s kiss deepened, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Tess opened to him, moaning as the hard length of his erection prodded at her belly. Desire shot through her, wet and molten. His hand came around her rib cage, drawing slowly beneath the weight of her breast, then up over the tight nipple. A spray of goose bumps rose on her limbs, making her shiver with the need for more of his touch. For a long while there was only the sound of their combined breathing, the tender strokes of their hands on each other’s bodies.
She was panting when he broke their kiss, boneless as he lifted her off the tiled floor and sat her down on the vanity’s countertop. He pulled off her clingy white shirt and dropped it beside them. Her sweatpants went next. Dante eased her out of them, leaving her sitting on the cabinet in just her panties. Her legs were parted, the wide V filled with Dante’s perfect, masculine body, the terry cloth that covered his jutting arousal rasping softly against her inner thighs.
“Look what you have done to me,” he said, running his hand along her forearm as he guided her fingers beneath the towel to that enormous length of hard flesh that tented it.
Tess couldn’t feign shyness as she touched him. She stroked his thick shaft and the weighted sac beneath, drawing up and down his velvety skin, taking her sweet time, her fingers hardly able to circle his width. As she palmed the smooth head of his sex, she leaned forward to kiss his ridged belly, reveling in all the softness that sheathed so much strength.
Dante groaned as she played her tongue along the intricate lines of his tattoos, the rumble of his deep voice vibrating against her lips. His arms caged her on either side, the huge muscles bulging as he gripped the edges of the vanity and let her have her way with him. His head was dropped down on his broad chest, his eyes hooded but burning with intensity when Tess ventured a glance up at him. She smiled, then leaned back in to swirl her tongue around the rim of his navel, unable to resist the urge to nip at his smooth skin.
He hissed a curse through his teeth as she grazed him. “Ah, God—yes. Do it harder,” he growled. “I want to feel your little bite, Tess.”
She didn’t know what came over her, but she did what he asked, bringing her teeth together as she sucked some of his flesh into her mouth. She didn’t break his skin, but the sharp bite seemed to travel through Dante’s body like a current. He gave a sharp thrust of his hips, dislodging the towel, which had long since become an annoyance to her too. He shuddered as she smoothed her tongue over the spot she’d just abused.
“Did