Gold(41)

Like old circuits she hadn’t even known were there were suddenly working.

And she liked it a lot.

He’d told her to wait in the bedroom and take her shoes off, but nothing else. He’d said he had a surprise for her and disappeared into the bathroom.

When she heard the water running, she guessed what. A smile crooked her lips, and she waited, listening to him move around.

“Okay, I’m ready,” he said, opening the door so that steam wafted out.

It smelled amazing. She stood and walked toward the door, seeing a bath drawn with scented bubbles and little flower petals poured in. “Where did you get this?” she asked, dipping her fingertips in the water.

He shrugged. “Might have stopped somewhere on the way to help with the rehearsal dinner. I wondered if something like this existed, and the shop owner was able to help me.”

How could he not know bubble bath existed? He was so funny sometimes. But as she put her hand up to cup his face, feel his hard jaw, watch his gold eyes soften tenderly at her, she knew she wouldn’t want him any other way.

“Do you want me to take my dress off?”

He shook his head. “No, because I’ve been wanting to all night, and I’m going to go crazy if you don’t let me.”

She giggled as he reached around behind her and slowly began lowering the zipper. His fingers caressed her bare skin, skipping over her bra strap and continuing down until the dress was fully unzipped, falling around her shoulders.

She gasped as he stepped back from her, taking a long, heated look before lifting the straps in his hands and sliding them off her shoulders.

The strapless bra she was wearing could barely contain her boobs, and she smiled as he bit his lip in agony just looking at her cleavage all pushed up like that.

He continued pushing the dress down until it got sort of stuck on her hips.

“It’s tight there,” she said, amused by his intent expression. “If I wiggle, it might help.”

He swallowed visibly as she moved her hips slightly back and forth, taunting him, as his hands slowly moved the dress over the curve of her butt and let it drop to the floor, revealing black panties she’d worn to match.

He stepped back once more to take it in, then bit the top of his fist again. “My hell, you’re beautiful. Or should I say heaven. I—”

She stepped forward, putting a finger to his lips. “Shh.” She reached for her bra, unhooking it and letting it fall, revealing her breasts to him.

It was so different from the only other man who’d seen her breasts. In this moment, she felt safe and beautiful, so she let her hope wash all of that away.

She was about to take off her panties when she realized she still needed to strip him. She stepped forward, running her hands over his powerful shoulders, his beautiful suit. Then she helped him shrug out of his jacket. She was eager now, and her hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, hurrying to get him free.

She helped pull his shirt off and then struggled with the button of his pants. He smiled, gently moving her hands away, then undid the button and the zipper and stepped out, revealing tight boxer briefs and an absolutely enormous bulge.

For a second, fear tripped over her, but she took a deep breath, looked into his warm, golden eyes, reminded herself she was here with Dante, who would only be gentle with her, and slowly calmed.

He watched her, making sure she was okay, and when she smiled up at him mischievously, he knelt and grabbed the edge of her panties lightly with his teeth, slowly dragging them down to her knees, where he brought up his hand to take them the rest of the way so she could step out of them.

So hot.

“I’ll get in first,” he said, reaching for his underwear. “You ready?”

She nodded eagerly. The thought of a dick had scared her before, but right now, she wanted to see it. More than she’d ever wanted anything.

He nodded and pulled off the underwear, revealing something more beautiful than she’d ever expected. Silky skin, defined head, almost sculptural. She almost reached out to touch it, but then pulled back.

She needed time to warm up first, and a bath was perfect for it.

He stepped into the tub first, then put out a hand to help her. She stepped in cautiously, not wanting to slip. She was glad her parents had decided to put in a large Jacuzzi with plenty of room.

When both her legs were in the water, Dante sat first, gently resting against the back of the tub. Then he reached up, cupping her hips and butt and gently pulling her down in the water to join him.

Around her, the water was just the right temperature, almost unbearably hot but perfect once you got used to it. Kind of like Dante, whose golden eyes were watching her intently, as he had the other night when they’d first done things.