DANTE’S POV
Her hand is small against my chest, but I can feel the beat of her heart right through her palm.
I know I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep using a good f**k to distract her from the secrets I keep piling up. But right now, it’s the only language I have left.
I lean in anyway.
I don’t go for her mouth; I want to earn that. Instead, I press a kiss to her cheek before my lips descend to her neck.
"Stop... Dante, go away," she gasps, but the words are lost in a breathy moan that vibrates against my skin.
Her hand isn't pushing me back anymore. It’s roaming around, tracing the line of my ribs, her fingers digging into my waist.
It is like she is fighting herself, but she is losing.
"Your arm..." she murmurs between heavy breaths. "Trevor said... it needs to stay immobile.
