Kissing Dante had become her new favorite pastime.
It was not that Violeta thought this was inevitable; there had been some wishful-thinking on her part, sure, having never been shy about her attraction for him, but a year had already gone before they shared their first kiss together. Up until that point he had, most often, shown so little interest in her that, while it did not hinder her playful taunts and flirtations, she had begun to think he really only did tolerate her. Of course, this seemed less likely after that in spite of his stubborn denial that followed thereafter (and that she quickly abolished). And now, well…it was hard to believe that he would resign himself to her out of toleration.
If he was doing it to shut her up, he was doing a terrible job.
A silk moan rolled off her lips. She tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as his teeth grazed the soft spot beneath her jaw, and kneaded her fingers into his hair, mangled the shirt on his back with her fist. Her body responded to his touch, flush with overwhelming awareness. As if the sliver of space between them was still far too wide of a gap, she wrapped her leg around him and pressed his firm body harder against hers. "Just wait until you allow me to do more," she breathed, another pleasurable sigh falling on a low, roguish chuckle.