Broken Hart (The Hart Family) (13 page)

I recline on my elbows and enjoy the view of his hot naked ass as he walks to the bathroom attached to his office.

He returns a few minutes later with his suit pants on and some wet paper towels.  Coming back to me, he cleans me off with the paper towels, planting a kiss on my mouth when he’s finished.

Looking at the clock I see it’s nine, well past quitting time.  I hop up and quickly get re-dressed, as Dante finishes dressing as well.

We clean up after ourselves and leave work.  Ever the gentleman, he walks me to my car.  Pushing me up against the driver side door, he puts his hand behind my neck and pulls me to him for a kiss. 

We stand like that for a few minutes, enjoying the experience of just making out.  Pulling back he leans his forehead on to mine.  “What’s happening here is so…. strange.  Normally the intensity wears off almost immediately.  This just keeps getting better.”

I nod in agreement.  “That’s an understatement Dante.  What happened up there… it was almost too intense.  It was amazing. “ 

I lean forward and kiss him quickly on the mouth.  “I’ve got to go. Brooke will get suspicious if I don’t come home soon.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Stepping back he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.  “What I wouldn’t give to take you home and back to bed.  I liked falling asleep with you.”

I kiss his thumb and nod as I smile at him.  "I’ll see you in the morning,” I say as I get in to my car. 

Driving home I stop and get a Big Mac and a large coke, eating and drinking the entire thing before I get home.  Brooke would be suspicious if I came home at this hour having not eaten, and I don’t want to draw her attention to what’s happening.

I manage to get in to the house without seeing her and I jump in to the shower.  I throw a pair of silk boxers and a tee shirt, and then drop in to bed.

CHAPTER TEN

Over the next five weeks, we fall in to a routine.  After work each night we head to his house and make love until I have to go home.  On the weekends we stay together all day.

The sex continues to be off the charts hot, which is alarming.  Why doesn’t the need diminish at all? I’m desperate for him all of the time, needing to be with him so bad, it’s killing me. 

For the first time, I found myself looking forward to Brooke going back to college.  This year she’s moving in to off campus housing with a friend.  That means that I’ll be able to come and go without her noticing when I spend the night out. 

Today is moving day.  Dante, Damien, Spencer, Dominique, Delilah and I are all helping to load the tiny U-Haul we rented.  With all hands on deck, we make quick work of it.  We’ve got her moved out of my house and moved in to her new apartment in under five hours.

By late afternoon we are all totally shit kicked.  We make an easy decision to grab some pizzas and eat on top of boxes at Brooke’s.  It’s a fun dinner and a good end to a tiring day. 

By six thirty we are all go our separate ways.  Brooke needs to do tons of unpacking and Dominique and Delilah have back to school stuff to get, so we won’t be meeting tomorrow for Sunday dinner.  We say our goodbyes, all of us hugging and kissing, planning to meet up next Sunday.

I’m so excited that I practically skip out of the apartment.  Dante asked me to spend tonight at his house, and I am flush with anticipation.  An entire night together sounds like heaven on earth.

I’ve got the car stereo cranked as I all but float down the freeway, listening to Green Day at full blast.  Within forty minutes I’m pulling in to Dante’s driveway, primed and ready for everything I’m hoping we will do tonight.

Meeting me at the front door, he gives me a big kiss in welcome.  “You’re here and we finally have a whole stretch of uninterrupted time.  Let’s not waste a second!”  Grabbing my hand in his, he pulls me up the stairs.

“This first time is going to be quick.  My dick has been hard as a rock for hours watching you bend over and pick up boxes.  You’ve got a mighty nice ass Miss Tyler.”

Leaving my bag at the foot of his bed, he pulls me in to his arms.  Smiling at him I nod in agreement.  “I hear you.  I was all but drooling watching you lift boxes and move furniture Mr. Hart.”

We waste no time getting naked.  Grabbing my head, Dante pulls me in to his mouth for a kiss as he maneuvers me down to the bed.  My back arches as he moves his way down my neck and gives me some little love bites.  “Oh Dante, l can’t wait.  Fuck me.”

I don’t need to ask twice.  Flipping me over, he aligns his cock with my wet slit and starts to press forward.  He sets a hard pace, and I push back to meet him thrust for thrust.  “I’m not going to last long baby.  Touch that pretty clit of yours and make yourself cum.”

Gliding my right hand to my wet slit, I start rubbing over my clit.  The sensation is better than good.  Reaching further down I touch his cock as it moves in and out of me, and judging by the quickening of both his breathing and his thrusts, he likes it.

His hands slide from my waist to my breasts and the feeling of being stuffed with his cock as I finger my clit and he pulls my nipples sends me over the edge.  I shout out my release, the sensation intensifying as he buries his face in my neck and starts cumming inside of me.

After a few minutes of lying together still joined, we separate and lay back against the pillows at the head of the bed, side by side.

Dante turns the TV on and flips through the channels until agree on an episode of American Dad. 

We spend the next half hour lying together, legs intertwined and hands clasped together, as we laugh our way through the show. 

It’s such a ‘normal’ relationship activity that I again have hope that
maybe
this can be something.

As the show credit roll, Dante stands up and drags me out of the bed. Wiggling his eyebrows at me he says, “You ever been skinny dipping?”
 

He comes so out of left field sometimes, it’s adorable.  “Yes I have.  I did it a few summers ago with a bunch of girlfriends up at the lake.  It was freezing, but fun.” 

I have the disconcerting thought that he’s likely skinny dipped with a bevy of the Dante-bot beauties, and I feel the green eyed monster rear her ugly head.  “I guess you do it all the time, right?”
 

He shakes his head in the negative at me as we walk down the stairs.  “Not with anyone else.   I don’t bring girls here. Ever. I do like to swim naked though.”

The relief I feel is instantaneous.  I know he’s had tons of women, and it’s something I need to deal with.  But I can’t deny that I’d hate the thought of being just like every other woman, like he’s working through a checklist of sexual positions and experiences. 

The fact that no other naked woman has been in the pool, or his bed for that matter, is a relief. 

When we reach the French doors in the great room that lead to the outside, I hesitate for a second.  We’re a good distance back from the road, and his neighbors don’t overlook the yard, but I have to ask.  “You’re sure no one can see us, right?”

He shakes his head at me.  “Babe, I’d never let someone else see you naked.  You’re all mine.”

That’s all the reassurance that I need, and within seconds we are out on the patio.  Dante asks me to sit while he turns on the outdoor stereo system, then wanders off to do so. 

I lie back on a pool lounger and enjoy the feeling of the warm evening air on my naked skin and the view of the stars in the sky.  The outdoor system comes alive with Dante’s U2 playlist, a band we both love.

I turn my head when I hear his approach, and I watch is appreciation as he strides toward me, totally confident in his nudity.  Frankly, he should be confident.  He’s a sight to behold, naked or clothed. 

I smile in thanks as he hands me a glass of wine.  It’s a delicious zinfandel, and I enjoy the burst of cold flavor as it slides over my tongue. 

Taking my glass, Dante lays it on the table next to my lawn chair and pulls me to my feet.  He smiles at me as he bends down and puts one arm under my knees, the other on my back. 

Just like that he lifts me off my feet and spins me around.  I’ve never been swept off my feet before, and it touches me in ways I didn’t know it could.  I smile and throw my head back as he spins.

I’m still laughing when he suddenly tosses me through the air, throwing me in to the pool.  I surface giggling and push my hair back out of my eyes. 

He’s standing at the edge of the pool smiling at me, and I waste no time swimming across to him. 

I grab on to the edge and look up at him, enjoying the view as I laugh.  Christ he’s gorgeous.  My gaze travels from his feet to his face.  Reaching his eyes, I smile at the heat I see reflected back at me in his gaze.

“Dante, you’re a bad boy and you don’t play fair.”  He chuckles as I say this, and I take my opportunity, grabbing his ankles and pulling him in.

He surfaces, sputtering and laughing.  “Sabrina! You little sneak, you definitely give as good as you get!”

We spend the next half hour splashing, dunking, and swimming with each other, having a blast.  It’s me who finally surrenders, telling him I need to catch my breath.

Pulling me to him, he instructs me to hold on.  I comply and put my arms around his back, my legs around his waist and my head on his shoulder. 

Wrapping his arms around my back, he gently sways us back and forth in the water.  It’s very comfortable, the two of us silently enjoying the water and the night as Bono sings “All I Want Is You” on the stereo system.

As Dante sways us to and fro in the water, I wonder why on earth he thinks he couldn’t do the relationship thing.  He’s so… good at this.  Calm, comfortable, charming and so affectionate, he's literally perfect.  What am I missing?

Almost as though he senses that the direction of my thoughts is serious, he removes one of his hands from my back and cups my breast. 

Just like that, I stop thinking.  Arching, I lean back in to the water and float, my legs around his waist the only thing that holds us together.

The look on his face as he stares down at me is one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten.  He looks completely enchanted, as though I am a five star meal and the best present ever all in one. 

Now that he has both hands free, he wastes no time sliding both hands up my torso and palming my breasts in his hands.  I tilt my head back and stare at the stars, thinking that I’d pay a million dollars to bottle this moment.

His left hand is alternating between my nipples, teasing and plucking at them.  It’s an exquisite sensation and I moan.  “Dante, that feels so good.”

Gradually he starts walking backward, gliding us through the water toward the stairs.  When he finally gets there, he sits down and settles me on to his lap.  Sliding his right hand down he runs his fingers over my sensitized cleft, and I shiver in awareness.