““Dante’s fingers began working my pants loose, but he stopped once he got the zipper down. His eyes met mine and I saw the unspoken question there. While I appreciated that he was giving me a chance to stop all this, I didn’t give a shit that I was about to have a man’s hand on my cock rather than a woman’s. I’d stopped thinking about it that way the second he’d kissed me. Because it would be Dante’s hand on me. I nodded, too on edge to be sure I could have even managed a simple “yes.” Dante’s””
