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  His hands longed to feel her soft skin. His lips yearned to kiss her in places he’d only managed to draw. His eyes had feasted upon her body many times, now tonight he was going to do more than look. He was finally going to be able to touch her.

  She’d given him the signal and he wasn’t about to blow a golden opportunity. He was going to make her body hum.

  Dante grabbed the bottle of wine he kept for a special occasion and walked out of his apartment. Time to go meet his sexy neighbor in apartment 217.

  The swing in his step belied the nervousness he felt. He wanted this perfect stranger. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. Especially someone he didn’t know. His attraction to her was unnerving.

  He rode the elevator to the second floor. Normally he’d walk the stairs, but he didn’t. It took all he had to walk across the street.

  The elevator came to a quick stop, causing his stomach to lurch. This was the reason he usually took the stairs. He hated the feeling of uneasiness the elevators gave him.

  Stepping off the elevator, he glanced at the number on the apartment in front of him. Two oh two. He headed down the corridor toward her apartment. He wondered if she was as nervous as him. In a matter of seconds he was going to meet his muse face to face.

  Finding her apartment was too easy. He stood in front of the door. Sucking in a deep breath he ran his hand over his queasy stomach.

  “This is going to be just fine,” he mumbled. Yes, she was as sexy as hell and yes she was someone he hardly knew, but fuck, she’d been performing for him. Masturbating for his eyes only. He had no reason to be nervous. If anyone were nervous it should be her. She was the one taking off all her clothes and sticking vibrators into her pussy for him to get all excited about.

  His fears came from the strong desires he held for her.

  Her stomach ached. Not knowing if he was going to show had her stomach doing flip-flops. She continued pacing the living room floor waiting—wondering. What if he didn’t show? Should she continue her ritual of taking off her clothes for him? Did he only want to be aroused from afar?

  “No!” It wouldn’t make sense. He was the one requesting to join her. She hadn’t approached him. And why the fuck was she so nervous? Because he’d seen her naked and in some very compromising situations, that’s why. She hadn’t seen him in the buff, though she knew without a doubt that he would look hot.

  What if he didn’t like her personality or what if he didn’t like the way she kissed? That could be a deal breaker. Addison remembered when she dated Nelson, she’d hated the way he kissed. Ewww, it grossed her out just thinking about how he slobbered all over her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to end that fiasco. Nelson had a lot going for him too. He was cute, successful and so sweet. She just couldn’t get past the kissing thing. She tried. Boy how she tried. She’d explained to him what he was doing and asked in a gentle way if he could try kissing her differently. Nothing worked. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t manage to kiss her without soaking her face. In the end it was best for them to part ways. Addison couldn’t be grossed out by the person she was dating. Kissing was an important part of affection.

  The knock at the door startled her.

  He’s here!

  Squeezing her eyes closed she counted to ten.

  Another knock.

  “Coming!” Not literally, but maybe before the night was over.

  Without looking in the peephole she turned the knob and swung the door open. Her heart stopped beating at the sight of him standing on her doorstep. He was incredibly gorgeous. More so than she’d ever dreamed. She knew he was sexy, but she hadn’t realized just how fucking sexy he was. She moved to his eyes. They hypnotized her as she gazed into the depths of the most amazing almond shade she’d ever seen. There was a sparkle of gold flecks in his eyes. He had a dimple in his chin and his teeth were perfect and gleaming white. She hadn’t seen teeth like that on a guy since Matthew McConaughey. She drank in the beauty of his smile.

  Her eyes moved down from his face to his chest. Broad shoulders stood out in his white polo shirt. She was just about to check out his package when he spoke.

  “Hello,” he said in a husky voice.

  “He-l-l-l-o,” she stammered, embarrassed at being caught checking him out.

  They stood there smiling at each other for what seemed an eternity. Finally Addison came to her senses and invited him in.

  “I’m sorry. Please come in. Dante, right?” She motioned with her hand for him to enter her apartment.

  “Yes.” He stepped over the threshold and into her apartment. She closed the door behind him and leaned against it for support. He was too busy taking in her décor to notice.

  “I’m Addison,” she said, fanning herself.

  He turned on his heels and tilted his head. “Addison. What a lovely name. Beautiful just like you.”

  Her body turned to mush as he spoke. His baritone soothed her nerves.

  “Thank you.”

  “This is for you.”

  “Great. Would you like a glass?” She pushed off the door and accepted the bottle of wine he offered.

  “I would.” He winked.

  “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll grab us each a glass.” She rushed to the kitchen where she opened the wine and poured two glasses. She gulped down hers in an attempt to calm her beating heart.

  What was she thinking allowing Dante to come to her place? He was stunning. She wanted to run her fingers over that chest of his and kiss that dimple on his chin. She could picture herself nestled on top of him, running her fingers through his wavy hair.

  She groaned.

  Before heading back into the living room where Dante waited she filled her glass once more.

  Regaining her composure she decided it was time she returned to her guest.

  “Here ya go,” she said, handing him a glass.

  “That’s quite a music collection you have.” He pointed to her wall of CDs.

  She’d been collecting music for as long as she could remember. She had eclectic taste, ranging from classic rock to New Age grunge. Music was her escape. She listened when she worked out, cleaned and read. She barely turned on the television. She’d rather light a few candles, toss in a CD and chill out over a glass of wine then watch television. Who had time for all those reality shows anyway? They were so lame.

  “I enjoy music.” She nodded knowing it was an understatement.

  “So Dante, what do you do for a living?” She took a seat in the overstuffed chair and nodded toward the couch. “Please sit down.”

  His walking around was making her more nervous.

  “I’m into art.”

  Hmmm, an art collector. She definitely hadn’t seen that coming. She had him pegged as someone who worked with his hands, maybe in construction or something. She could picture him wielding a hammer, those muscles flexing each time he pounded a nail into wood.

  He finally sat making Addison less anxious.

  “Interesting.” She was at a loss for words. Why was it so hard to make small talk with a man who’d seen her naked? Probably because she hadn’t seen him naked.

  She gulped half her glass of wine.

  “How about you, Addison? What do you do for a living?”

  “I’m a tech writer for an IT company.” She leaned back and made herself comfortable in the chair.

  “Aaahh.”

  “I know boring compared to what you do, but it’s a job and it allows me to explore other interests.”

  “Like voyeurism?” He grinned and lifted his glass in a toast.

  She almost choked on her wine. His bluntness was unexpected.

  “I must say you’re one helluva sexy woman, Addison.”

  The way he spoke her name sent chills down her spine. Tingling sensations charged straight to her pussy. She wanted him. God help her she wanted to fuck Dante, right here and right now.

  “Thank you, Dante.” She crossed her legs, trying to stop her juices from soakin
g her panties. Too late.

  He placed his glass of wine carefully on the glass tabletop.

  “I’ve enjoyed watching you immensely.” He looked pointedly at her.

  “I loved putting on a show for you.” Where the hell had that come from? Her boldness surprised even her.

  “I’m so glad you agreed to let me come over tonight.” He moved to the end of the couch, closing the gap between them.

  Her foot moved up and down in a nervous motion.

  He reached out and took her bare foot in his hand.

  “Sexy feet.” His kissed the tip of her big toe.

  She giggled.

  He kissed the bottom of her foot.

  She squirmed. His kisses tickled.

  “You’re ticklish.” His smile radiated the room.

  “A tad,” she admitted.

  His hand moved up into the leg of her denims. He massaged her calf.

  She moaned. His fingers worked magic. If they could make her feel this good massaging her leg, she wondered what it would feel like when he touched her pussy.

  She downed the rest of her wine and closed her eyes. She let him continue massaging her calf while she soaked in the blissfulness of his hand.

  He moved to the other leg.

  Yes. She stifled a groan that threatened to escape.

  She felt like she’d died and gone to heaven.

  When he removed his hand from under her pant leg she opened her eyes. His smiled was still planted on his face. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but refrained.

  She cleared her throat hoping he’d put a little distance between them. He was dangerously close and she wanted to know what those lips tasted like.

  As if he read her mind he bent forward and grazed her lips. She ran her tongue over the spot where their lips met.

  He leaned back on his heels. “I can’t resist the urge to have you.”

  “Then don’t.” Wow, who was this woman speaking? Surely those words didn’t just come out of her mouth?

  Dante didn’t wait for a second invitation. He leaned forward and captured her lips. His tongue moved into her mouth, exploring.

  Addison tasted the wine on his lips. His tongue danced playfully in her mouth while his hand roamed to her breast.

  His hands were gentle. He reached beneath her shirt and pushed aside her bra. Taking her nipple between his fingers he tweaked until it was a hardened bud.

  A moan escaped.

  Dante released her lips and bent to take the pebbled nipple in his mouth. She inched closer giving him easier access. His warm breath assaulted her skin causing her to ache with a need. She burned with desire to have him inside her pussy. She longed to feel him filling her and bringing her to sweet, sweet orgasms.

  “I must taste more of you.”

  She threw her head back and cried, “I’m yours. Do what you want to me.”

  Dante never heard better words uttered before. This all seemed too good to be true but he wasn’t going to wait around to see if she changed her mind. He stood and guided her from the chair.

  “Which door leads to your bedroom?”

  “The one on the right.”

  Dante nodded, lifted her into his arms and strode across the room with her firmly in his hands. She felt as light as a feather as he whisked her off to her room. He flung open the door and went straight for the bed. The white lace comforter awaited them. He gently deposited her in the center of the bed.

  Without hesitation he crawled next to her. His finger traced a line down her cheek.

  “My God you’re exquisite.” She looked like an angel with her dark hair fanned out against the white.

  Her cheeks flushed crimson. She was blushing. This little vixen who could tease and torture a man was blushing.

  “Why do you find it so hard to accept a compliment?”

  She shrugged.

  “I guess I’m not used to it.”

  “Well you must because I’m going to be telling you over and over again just how beautiful you are.” He smiled. He couldn’t believe how shy she appeared.

  He watched her bite her lower lip before nodding in agreement.

  Oh he was going to cherish this woman—all night long.

  Kneeling over her he removed her shirt. The pink lace bra he’d see on numerous occasions covered her breasts. Trailing a finger over the delicate fabric he sucked in a breath.

  “God you’re incredible. I’ve enjoyed watching you, but I’m going to treasure possessing you.”

  Her blue eyes sparkled.

  Good. She wanted this as much as him.

  He unhooked the bra and let her boobs fall free. Her skin was creamy. Her nipples were rosy and inviting.

  Bending, he placed tiny kisses in the vee of her breasts. He ran his tongue up to her neck, where he nibbled gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She turned her head giving him ample access to continue his assault.

  Moving higher he found her ear. His mouth wrapped around her lobe, gently sucking.

  She squirmed under him.

  Reaching the outer shell his tongue glided over it.

  She shook.

  A small smile of satisfaction formed on his lips. He was driving her wild. Before long she’d be begging for him to fuck her. And he would.

  He made his descent back to her perky breasts. Taking a nipple in his mouth his teeth bit down.

  “Mmmm.”

  “You like?” He glanced up to see a smile on her face.

  “I do.”

  He bit the other one a little harder.

  “That makes me so fucking horny.”

  Dante loved that he could arouse her with love bites to her nipples. Not every woman could handle the pleasure-pain, but then again, Addison wasn’t every woman. She was unique and she loved sex.

  “Tell me how horny it makes you,” Dante said, before biting her again.

  “Harder,” she cried, arching her back. “Bite me harder.”

  Dante complied.

  “Yes.” Her head thrashed back and forth. She tried pulling his head back to her chest for him to bite her again.

  Instead he worked his way down her stomach to her denims. He was going to find her magic button. He was going to make her sing.

  He unbuttoned her pants and carefully slipped them over her hips. He dragged them down to her feet. She helped push them off. Dante threw them onto the floor.

  He gazed down at her perfect body. She had a tiny mole on her right leg, just shy of her hairline.

  He bent and kissed it. The smell of her arousal hung heavily in the air.

  “Pinch your nipples,” he instructed.

  She took both buds between her fingers and pinched. She bent her legs and pushed her pussy closer to him.

  “Don’t worry I’m going to pleasure every bit of you.” He eased her back onto the bed.

  He swiped his finger along her pussy lips.

  “You’re drenched.” He liked how wet she was.

  “I need to be fucked.”

  Yes, she needed to be fucked, but first she needed a little release. Enough to keep her on edge, with anticipation of what was to come.

  The sweet smell of her arousal had his cock throbbing, begging to be freed from the restraints of his pants. Soon. Soon he would free it and slide deep into her soaked cunt. First he was going to taste her nectar.

  He edged closer to her nub, nestling his face between her legs. Her swollen nub peeked out from her perfectly trimmed pussy. He blew on her clit.

  She shivered.

  His tongue darted out and licked, before retreating.

  “Fuck!” she cried.

  He repeated the torturous assault of blowing on her clit and quickly licking it. She continued squirming under him, begging to climax.

  Unable to wait any longer he latched on to her bud and sucked it between his lips. He slid a finger into her waiting pussy.

  She cried out as Dante made her body shudder and convulse into a series of shattering orgasms.r />
  “Fuck me!”

  “I intend to.”

  Addison gazed up into his eyes. They were playful and satisfied, knowing he’d just brought her to the most exquisite orgasm she’d ever experienced. And she’d experienced amazing orgasms before.

  Having become very familiar with her own sexuality at a young age, Addison had learned what turned her on and what didn’t. She knew her body better than any man, until Dante. Dante worked wonders with his fingers and tongue. He knew what buttons to push and how to tease her until she was on the verge of coming, only to retreat. He’d had her on edge for so long she’d wondered if he was ever going to bring her release. He had. A glorious rippling climax. She was still trying to catch her breath as she watched him removing his clothing. He deposited each article on the floor next to hers.

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” She reached her hand up stroking his cock. It was rock-hard, waiting for release.

  She wiped the pre-cum off his slit and brought her finger to her lips. She licked away his seed.

  He groaned.

  She leaned up on her elbow.

  “Something I could do for you?”

  “You drive me wild woman.” He pulled her head closer and kissed her.

  She pushed him away.

  “I know how to tease with the best of them.” She was referring to him. The way he played her body like a violin. He’d had her writhing for release and she was about to do the same for him.

  “Lie back big boy.”

  He looked at her confused.

  “Humor me.”

  He shrugged and nestled into the pillows.

  “I want to taste you.”

  Once he was settled comfortably, Addison straddled him backward, giving him full view of her puckered hole and pussy.

  This time it was her turn to tease him with her tongue, as she slowly licked the head of his pulsating penis.

  She sat on his chest.

  “You’re not stopping already are you?”

  She wore a wicked grin on her face. One he couldn’t see.

  “I wouldn’t do something like that.”

  “Why don’t you grab one of those vibrators you enjoy so much?”

  “For?”

  His finger teased the rim of her anus. “I want to see how much control you have sucking my cock with a vibrator humming in this sweet ass of yours.”