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  A half an hour later, Dante stretched his legs out in front of him, relaxing on the couch. He listened to Amara still moving around in the kitchen working on his last gift for the night. He couldn’t deny that Amara had been right about the shower. It was just what he needed after the long day he had worked at Inked and then eating her outstanding meal.

  What else could she possibly have left in her bag of tricks tonight?

  Tomorrow night was the first day of the pool tournament, so he wanted to be as stress free as possible so he could fully concentrate on making it run smoothly, but all it would take was one upset player to cause everything to go downhill. However, he wasn’t going to allow work to sneak into his mind anymore tonight. This was his night to just sit back and relax with his woman.

  “Sorry I took so long but I had to get our treat ready so we could watch my favorite television show together,” a soft voice apologized next to him.

  Turning his head, Dante’s eyes narrowed at how his old college t-shirt clung to all of Amara’s sexy curves. It looked near damn perfect on her tempting body. He wouldn’t wear the shirt again without thinking about how good it looked against her skin.

  “I hope you don’t mind I put on your shirt, but I saw it folded up on your bed earlier when you were gone and I couldn’t resist borrowing it.”

  Hell, he didn’t have any complaints at all. Why would he when something he wore was brushing over her sweet body?

  “Darling, I don’t have any problems with it,” Dante said, watching as Amara came closer to him. It was then he focused his attention away from her body to the bowl in her hands with two spoons sticking out of it.

  “What do you have there, Ms. Langston?”

  “Something sweet and cold for us to savor when we’re cuddled up on the couch,” Amara said, sitting down next to him.

  Dante glanced down in the bowl then grinned at the two huge scoops of dark chocolate ice cream. “You’re taking me into another world with all of this special treatment,” he said, taking the bowl from Amara as she reached for the remote and switched on the television.

  “Are you going to tell me what we’re going to watch?” he asked before shoving a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

  “Scandal.” Amara answered, reaching for her spoon. “I started watching it on the little television in my room at the shelter one night while channel surfing. I was hooked after one episode. Now, I watch it every Thursday night. Instead of watching it alone, I was able to DVR it so we could watch it together the next time I saw you.”

  “What is it about?”

  “Shhh...It’s coming on,” she said, cutting him off.

  Turning his head, Dante watched as Amara got engrossed in the opening segment of the program. He got the feeling if he opened his mouth again that she might not take part in the dessert he had in mind. So, instead of saying another word he took another bite of the treat in the bowl and glanced back at the television.

  After about ten minutes, he was caught up in the steamy drama. The last time he saw the actor playing the president was in the movie Ghost with Patrick Swayze. He never knew this show was on Thursday’s nights.

  “This is a pretty damn good picture,” he admitted surprised by how much he liked it.

  Placing her hand on his bare stomach, Amara planted a kiss by the side of his mouth. “I knew you’d love it,” she said before giving her entire attention back to the television.

  As the show continued, Amara’s fingers started to stroke his stomach right above his sweat pants. Dante tried to ignore it but the caress was making his cock semi-hard. One more light touch and he would have other ideas about what to do and finishing this television show wasn’t one of them.

  “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop touching me like that I’m going to show you what I want and I can promise you it isn’t the same thing as you.”

  Looking up at him, Amara’s pretty brown eyes grew wider. “Oh, I’m sorry Dante. I didn’t mean to give you mixed signals,” she apologized before sliding her hand into his sweat pants and wrapping it around his full blown erection running her thumb over the tip.

  “Shit, baby,” he hissed through his teeth, placing his hand on top of hers. “I’m trying to be good and you’re making me want to be bad.”

  “But what if I want you to be bad with me,” she whispered in his ear. “I mean what’s so wrong with making out on the couch.”

  Removing her hand from his sweat pants, Dante grabbed Amara by the waist and lifted her up then straddled her body over his thighs. A low moan left her mouth as her pussy brushed over his erection.

  “Baby, I usually do more than make out and play games on the couch. I’m a grown man, not a boy. I want to do more than cuddle on the couch especially when a woman like you is next to me. I’d keep your mind so full of thoughts of me that there wouldn’t be any space left for anything else.”

  Running her fingers through his hair that he left down after his shower, Amara’s eyes caught and held his. “Prove it,” she challenged. “I missed being with you and I want us to make love tonight. All I could think about today while you were working was how good I always feel when I’m with you.”

  Groaning, he tried to stay focused on the conversation but Amara’s hand had eased back between their bodies and her fingers were stroking his cock again.

  “Do you like having me in your hand?” Dante whispered against the side of her neck as his hand squeezed her tight ass.

  “Yes, you’re so hard. I can’t stop touching you,” she moaned softly.

  “Good, because I love how your hand feels. Do you know how much I want to slip my cock inside of you right now? These skimpy panties you’re wearing aren’t any match for me.”

  To prove his point, he slipped his hand between Amara’s thighs and gave the garment a light tug and they instantly tore away from her body. Not wasting a second, Dante ever so slowly submerged one of his fingers into her tight, wet pussy.

  He moved his head pressing his lips against her ear. “Do you know how much I want you? You make my heart pound faster every time our eyes connect. You’re mine and I don’t plan on ever letting you leave me.”

  Brushing his thumb over her clit, Dante smiled against Amara’s silky skin when she whimpered softly in the back of her throat. “Baby, you’re always so hot for me. Is this because you love me or because you know I won’t ever allow another man to touch you like this?’

  “Yes,” she whispered, softly moving around on his lap while her hand squeezed his erection.

  Dante sucked in a deep breath and tried to keep his head but it was getting harder. Amara’s touch was driving him to move things forward, but he fought to take time with her.

  Using his finger, he made small circles over her clit causing Amara to let go of his cock and wrap her hands around his forearm.

  “Dante, you can’t do this to me.”

  “Why not?” he asked in a low voice. “Aren’t you enjoying it baby? I know that I am. You feel so good wrapped around my fingers.

  Grabbing his hand, Amara stopped his fingers from pleasing her body. Dante held his hand still wondering what she was doing. He loved giving her pleasure and without a doubt she was definitely making him feel better than good.

  “Why did you stop me?” he questioned “I love touching you.”

  “Tonight was supposed to be about me seducing all of your senses,” she confessed, running her fingers down his chest. “You weren’t supposed to take over and have me squirming on your lap.”

  She was so cute.

  “Amara, you’ve been seducing me ever since I walk through the front door,” he confessed, removing his fingers from her body. “Everything about you has me thinking what else you have left to reveal to me.”

  Dante removed her body off his and laid her back against the couch covering her warm body with his. “I haven’t had this much fun in my living room in a very long time.”

  Grabbing her wrist, he pulled them above her h
ead making Amara’s breasts press against his shirt even more. “You are everything I’ve been looking for, so you don’t have to do any seducing to make me want you more. You’ve already done it. You’re everything I’ve been looking for. I loved that you wanted to tempt me. It was so sweet and very cute. However, your inexperience at trying to turn me on got me hotter than any experienced female could have done.”

  “Are you planning to give me more experience, so I can get better at making you want me?” Amara asked, staring into his eyes as her body squirmed under his.

  As the words left her lips, Dante felt a hot spark of passion race through him lighting a burning fire. He thought talking during making out had gotten him hot before but nothing before this compared to Amara asking him to show her what he liked.

  “I’ll be more than pleased to show you what I want from you, brown eyes.” Letting go of her wrists, he took a hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it slowly up her body then dropped it on the floor by the side of the couch.

  “You are so beautiful,” he praised, staring at Amara’s breasts. Lowering his head, he drew one of the hard nipples into his mouth sucking gently.

  Moaning in the very back of her throat, she ran her fingers through his hair pressing his mouth closer against her breasts. Needing no more encouragement, Dante moved his mouth from one of her beautiful brown breasts to the other one; he couldn’t fight the need to take over all of her senses until her will bent to him.

  His eyes traced her body hungrily over her glistening skin, pausing to stare at how good their bodies looked pressed against each other. It took everything in his weak will power not to tear off his sweat pants and thrust right into her wet heat. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d wanted to be with a woman this badly.

  He sucked harder on her right nipple making Amara’s thighs spread even wider giving him enough room the slip his hand between them. Taking his middle finger, he worked it inside of her pumping gently as he continued kissing and nibbling at her hard, swollen nipples.

  “Dante, I can’t take much more,” Amara whispered, tugging at his head. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  Trailing kisses down her breasts and over her stomach, Dante licked her belly button before stopping right at her tight, wet curls. He removed his finger then thrust it back inside of her. Amara’s bucked under his touch as her lips parted, but no words left her mouth. He felt her body stiffen around his fingers, but he quickly removed them. He didn’t want her coming on his hand because he wanted to taste every delicious drop of her.

  He ran his tongue along her wet pussy then used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit minutes before Amara’s orgasm hit her. Grabbing her thighs, Dante held her legs still as he teased and tasted her; however, this still wasn’t enough for him. He had to be inside of her now...the waiting was over.

  Dante got off the couch and extracted a condom out of his sweat pants before removing them. He kicked them away and then quickly rolled it down his cock. Sitting back down, he reached for Amara and positioned her over his erection.

  “Do you want me?” he asked, easing the tip of his dick into her pussy.

  “Yes,” she moaned, looking directly in his eyes.

  Grinding his teeth, Dante closed his eyes and growled as Amara took him. Once he was fully inside of her he opened his eyes and held her hips as he just got lost in the pure satisfaction of being inside of his woman.

  Nothing felt better than being like this.

  He loved Amara...literally loved her more than his own heartbeat. He’d never cared about anyone ever the way he did about her. He tried to act like he didn’t see it, but it was right in front of his face. Everything he did and said was because he wanted to be the man she needed. He would replace everyone else who might have failed her or caused her any kind of doubt.

  Slowly, Dante opened his eyes watching as Amara tossed her head back and arched her back so her swollen nipples were in his face. He drew the delicious treat inside his mouth laving it before moving over to the other one.

  “Ohhh...that feels so good,” she purred writhing against him.

  “I can knock it up another notch,” Dante promise. “I’m better than good.”

  He held on to her tighter and worked her up and down his throbbing cock. The sight of his erection disappearing in and out of her tight pussy was so beautiful that he almost lost it then and there.

  “Look at me,” Dante demanded.

  Amara’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice. “I want you looking at me the entire time. Anytime we’re together making love, I want your eyes staring into mine.”

  She gazed into his eyes and the need, desire and emotions shining there spurred him into thrusting deeper and deeper until Amara’s orgasm shot through her as her screams echoed through the room.

  Hearing her pleasure, he pumped a few more times and seconds later Dante growled as his release took over making his head drop against the crook of Amara’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist holding her drenched body against his equally sweaty one.

  Tonight sealed the deal for him as he listened to Amara’s soft breathing as she slowly fell to sleep in his arms. He was done being a serial dater. She would always be the only woman that he would ever require or wish for wrapped up in his arms for the rest of his life.

  It was official! Dante Braden was off the market and what stunned him the most was he couldn’t be happier about it. Why should he be looking for anyone else when he’d found everything he wanted poured into a sexy package of spunk and fire?

  Turning his head, he brushed a piece of Amara’s hair off her face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She finally showed him what love was about.

  Neither one of them was perfect alone, but together they made the perfect couple. She was everything he desired.

  Tomorrow night’s big event was going to get overshadowed by him introducing Amara as his girlfriend at the bar and hopefully sooner or later she would be much more.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  The sound of the pool balls being knocked around on the tables filled the room as Dante walked through the crowd with Amara close at his side. Tonight was the night; he was finally going to introduce her to his friends. He could tell she was still a little nervous from the way she was gripping his hand, but everything was going to go just fine.

  He hated taking her out of the little private world they had been living in, but he couldn’t keep her to himself any longer. It was time for them to venture out and get to know the people he cared about as much as her. Why shouldn’t he start with the people he considered like a second family to him?

  “Have I told you how proud of you I am?” he whispered in Amara’s ear as they stopped at the edge of the bar.

  Reaching up, she ran her hand across his five o’clock shadow. He was going to shave it before they left his house but she talked him into keeping it. He had fallen faster for her than he thought possible, but he wasn’t trying to fight it anymore. Besides, Amara had already told him that she loved him so he knew where her feelings stood for him.

  “What are you so proud of?” she asked, removing her hand from his face. “Was it how I came here with you tonight without putting up a fight?”

  “That’s part of it, but I’m so proud of you for blowing them away at your interview this morning and getting hired on the spot. I knew you could do it, sweetheart.”

  “I couldn’t believe it and I have you to thank for it,” she said.

  Nervousness quickly set in that Amara might know his secret and this was how she was going to tell him, but he got rid of that thought as quickly as it came. Pastor Allen wouldn’t have told her anything about his involvement because he wasn’t a man to break his word.

  “Baby, why do you want to thank me,” he hedged. “I haven’t done anything. You did it all on your own. Now, you’ve marked one thing off your list. Before you know it, you’ll have everything back you lost before you ended up on the streets.”

  “Not e
verything,” Amara answered. “I still need to find a regular place to stay. I’m only working three days out of the week, so I don’t see me finding a place to live on that kind of money.”

  This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He had been thinking about this since the last time he took Amara back to the shelter and it would make it perfect for the both of them. “Why don’t you move in with me?”

  Leaning back away from him, Amara stared up into his face. “What? Don’t you think that will be rushing things a bit? We’ve only been dating for a little while and moving in with you is a huge step.”

  “Didn’t you tell me that you love me?”

  “Yes, I did...but—”

  “Hell, I don’t think a relationship as good as ours should have a time frame placed on it. We’re amazing together and I know it’s only going to get better because I love you as much as you adore me,” Dante said, determined to get his way. “So, why not share living quarters? What do you say? I have a nice spot on the right side of my bed that is a perfect fit for your cute little body.”

  “I think the best thing that has happened to me is you. I never thought I would feel so complete as I do anytime I’m with you, Dante,” she told him.

  “Does this mean you’re going to move in with me and give Pastor Allen back his room at the shelter?” he questioned as he stared down into Amara’s eyes running his hands up and down her back.

  “I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather do than move in with you,” she replied as her eyes lit up with pleasure.

  “I—”

  “Dante, you can’t hide from view over here at the bar all night. You need to bring Amara over to the table and introduce her to everyone else. I’m tired of answering questions about who your mystery woman is.”

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  Spinning around in Dante’s arms, Amara spotted Griffin almost completely behind them walking with an extremely, tall and attractive blond man she had never seen before. She swallowed down her nervousness and gave Griffin a tiny smile.