Potent Potential

Sixteen - Subtle or Striking

Chapter Sixteen – Subtle or Striking?

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“…hmm… what’s the matter?” Dante said in the brief moments his lips were free. There was very little concern in his voice and his hand was snaking around my waist, attempting to pull me down so that I would be straddling his lap.

I held firm and bit his upper lip, letting out a short, satisfied groan. His hand jerked and I folded into him, the chair tipping back as my weight collapsed on Dante. As it righted onto all four legs, Dante’s lips found mine again and his tongue swept for entry, tangling with mine and exploring the edges of my mouth. His hand rested on my backside, pulling me closer and, when I wriggled, he groaned.

I was stunned when he pushed my head back and I nearly clawed whatever was in reach when the kiss was abruptly broken. While I spat fire at him with my eyes, he watched me coolly and shifted uncomfortably beneath me.

“I’m glad to see you haven’t further hurt yourself but what the hell’s gotten into you? Last night you were playing coy and now you’re suddenly a wildcat in heat?”

“Coy?! Playing coy? A wildcat in heat?” My breathing was harsh. His eyes moved to my chest. And then quickly flicked back up to my face, his eyes showing that he was finally registering that I was angry, not insanely lustful.

“What am I supposed to think? I guess you’ll simmer down in a bit and I’ll have to watch the fierce vixen become a stubborn princess once again but I’d appreciate knowing what set you off so that I can have it happen again.”

I pushed off him and whirled around, shoving my hand through my hair. “I was fine til you came along!”

One arm snaked around my waist and I was yanked back against a hard chest. Dante’s free hand ran over my side and rested on my hip, squeezing. “I’m glad you’re finally admitting I do something to you.” He bit into the nape of my neck and my stomach tightened.

“I never said that what you do is a good thing…” I muttered a little breathlessly. I needed to get him out of my system but seeing as kissing him didn’t work, what if nothing did? What if my hormones never died down and I was always weak around him?

Inconceivable.

“And I—”

What I’d been about to spit out was left unsaid when he whipped me around and slanted his lips over mine, roughly, possessively. His hand slid down and tugged my leg up so that it curled around his waist. With a small jump, I lifted my other leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him closer so that his arousal pressed right into my centre. His teeth snapped together, painfully grabbing my lip and I felt him shiver before he released it and laved with his tongue to soothe. I used the strength of my legs to hold me up as his hand followed the curve of my spine, arching me into him. I let out a small, feminine sound and immediately hated myself for it. But there was no stopping now.

Or so I’d believed.

“Hmm, well, tit for tat, I suppose. Only fair that I should catch you out now after this morning.”