He left me shaking with need, my hands quivering as they combed through my hair, as I tried to take in enough breaths to clear my head.
I counted to seven … seven times.
I tried my best to ignore what I was feeling, but my pussy couldn’t stand another moment without being taken care of.
I hurried to my nightstand and grabbed my little vibrator, waterproof and a godsend. I hurried to the shower and turned it up so high I knew it would scorch my skin. I wanted the pain with the pleasure, to burn away Allan’s touch.
I thought of Dante’s rough hands all over my thighs, skimming up to my pussy where I slid the vibrator inside and turned it on.
I gasped at the feeling, knowing Dante knew exactly what I needed. I rubbed a finger over my clit again and again, letting myself get lost in an addiction that I knew I’d never really gotten rid of.
I screamed his name, happy the walls of my bedroom seemed thick enough to keep the sound of him on my lips a secret.
When I got out, my body was finally relaxed, finally unwound, and finally satiated. I wrapped a plush white towel around myself and left the bathroom for clothes.
I almost lost hold of the terry cloth when I saw Dante at my nightstand putting Advil and water on it.
He smirked to himself without looking up and murmured, “Allan didn’t have the means to get you off, I see.”
Why couldn’t I get ahold of my temper with this man? “Dante, you can’t come into my bedroom uninvited.”
“Why not? I have the key.”
“I could have been naked,” I pointed out.
“Aren’t you naked under that towel of yours?” His eyes trailed up my damp legs and then hovered on my thighs. His perusal all the way up to my face had my whole body shivering in a way I wasn’t used to.
“That’s my point. A second earlier and my towel could have been off.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, remember, Lilah?” He lifted a brow.
“Oh, shut up.” I spun and walked to the other side of my bed. I needed to find a way to get my vibrator out of my hand because it was turning my cheeks redder and redder just thinking about him catching me holding it.
I wondered if he’d heard me in the shower. I always got a little carried away when I was doing it to myself.
Instead of him giving me any personal space, though, he followed me like he needed to be next to me.
“Lilah.” His voice was so close to my neck that I had to turn and see if he was where I imagined him. He was. We were so close I could smell his aftershave. “That vibrator of yours must work wonders if you’re using it as a substitute for me.”
“You want to discuss that right now?” My jaw almost dropped. “This is so inappropriate. You wouldn’t even know about this little device had you not come into my space without my permission. You want me storming in on you? What if you were with a woman?”
“If I was with a woman, you’d have heard her screaming.” It came out a whisper, but his words rocked through me and settled boldly at my core.
That confession of his had me wet and jealous at the same time. I wanted to be the one to scream his name again, even though I knew that wasn’t being offered here. “Well, good for her.”
He hummed as he eyed my vibrator in my hand. “You know, that thing can be used in a lot of different ways. Maybe if you invited me into the shower to use it with you, screaming my name would be much more rewarding.”
“I …” My brain was short-circuiting as Dante brought his hand up to the device and snatched it from me. It was just a pink little egg, but when you pushed the button, it vibrated enough to shake your whole body. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Taking this with me.” He slid it into his pocket. He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you plan on retrieving it from me.”
“You can’t take my—”
“I can and I will. Next time you need help from this and want to use me as a fantasy, knock on my door for the real thing, Lilah.”
I stomped my foot. “You just told me last night I had to be done with other men if I wanted—”
“Oh, you’re done with other men.”
“I’m not.” I lifted my head boldly. Screw him. I would sleep with the whole island just to prove a damn point. “I want to enjoy myself here! I need to. Don’t you get it? That was the point of me taking this job!”
“Is enjoying yourself spreading your legs for every dumbass that comes near them?”
My eyes widened as if I’d heard him wrong, but he hadn’t stuttered. “Fuck you!” I shoved him, but he didn’t move even an inch. “You can’t talk to me like that. These are my goals. I need to accomplish them. I need to make sure I do it right or …”