Chapter 44

• Dante's hands slid from my hips to my thighs, pulling them wider as he settled himself between my legs. The rough timber of the counter pressed into my back, but I barely felt it—all I could feel was him. His mouth moved from my neck to my jaw, his kisses slow and deliberate, like he was tasting every inch of me.
• "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he whispered against my skin, his hands roaming up my ribs. "Just you. No Ryder interrupting. No-one else."
• He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his expression intense, almost hungry. "Tell me you want me, Haven. Tell me you want me all to yourself."