Violeta caught his bottom lip between her teeth and grinned. “You are welcome to try,” she said with a seductive lilt, a velvety ribbon tied around a neatly wrapped dare. From where she laid, Dante could get her to do just about anything he wanted her to, and she realized then that she trusted him too. She closed her eyes and drew in a soft gasp, squirming beneath him and relishing the rough caress of his hand and the sensations it sent rolling through her body. Her own hands slipped between them, fingers smoothing over ripples of pale scars and hard muscle, getting to know them as she followed their path downward.
She brushed her legs against his sides as her hands found his hips and gripped them, pulling them down against the impatient rise of her own. A small effeminate cry broke a steady breath, muffled against his shoulder; she was losing control and she knew it, dropping her head back, meeting his eye with her coveting gaze. She heaved a breathless chuckle, slowly shaking her head at him. Her body knew what it wanted, but she was not ready to give in. She dipped her hands lower, fingering the waist of his shorts until she undid them. Her eyes remained fixed on his when she slipped her hand inside, and with an appreciative lick of her lips, rubbed her palm against him.
He should have known she would not make this easy.