"I want you," she admitted, the truth feeling both terrifying and freeing, "I want to stop fighting what I feel every time you're near me, I want to stop pretending I don't care when I do, I want—" she broke off, overwhelmed by how much she was admitting.
Dante's control shattered at her words, his hand coming up to cup her face as he pulled her against him, his mouth crashing down on hers with desperate hunger that she matched immediately, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against the hard planes of his body.
"I need you," Dante groaned against her mouth, his hands roaming over her back and pulling her closer like he couldn't get enough, "right now, I need you right now."
Laura pushed him back against the map table in answer, her hands already working at his belt
