“I need you. Now,” I whispered to him, and pressed myself against him again.

Instead of answering me, Dante stood up and carried me over to the bed. I wrapped my legs around him and continued to kiss his neck.

“Gabrielle, whatever has gotten into you, I hope it stays around,” he replied, then gently laid me on the bed.

“Take your shirt off,” I demanded.

He grinned and followed my orders. Damn, I’d ...