“Dante,” I tried to admonish but the edge of his name was lost to a moan as he sank his teeth into my neck and sucked. “There’s a party of hundreds of New York’s elite going on steps away from us.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed as his hand moved down my belly to cup my sex through the thick velvet fabric. “Better not make a noise then.”

I gasped as he tugged me backward and moved us down the patio in the deep shadows at its farthest edge. It was colder there, the breeze bitter from the snow, but when I shivered, it wasn’t because of the temperature.

It was because this gorgeous, powerful man couldn’t wait a minute longer to get his hands and mouth on my body and nothing was headier than that.

He pushed me up against the house with a hand splayed between my breasts while the other dipped to gather the fabric of my dress in his hand. He lifted it up to my hip and tucked it through my underwear on one side so my sex was partially exposed to the night and his questing fingers. When he cupped my pussy, he groaned at the wet he found dampening the lace.

“You like knowing someone could walk out and find us,” he noted on a dark purr as one finger hooked under the material and slid through my wet slit.

I watched, panting, as he pulled his hand free and raised his glistening fingers between us. A moan leaked out my mouth when he pulled them into his mouth to suck off my juices.

“Deliziosa,” he praised before dropping to his knees on the cold deck.

He had my left leg up and over his shoulder, my panties pushed to the side with two fingers and his tongue plunging into my pussy before I could protest. My head thunked against the wall as I threw it back to groan, fingers delving into the thick hair on top of his head.

He ate me with single minded determination, sucking at my clit, nibbling at my folds and fucking my grasping entrance with his tongue until I was a mess of whimpers and sighs.

“Hush,” he demanded, biting into my tender inner thigh. “Be silent, Elena, or people will see you about to cum on my tongue.”

A violent shudder rolled through me and when he rasped the hood of my clit with his teeth, I groaned so loudly my teeth chattered.

Immediately, Dante pulled away, his hot mouth replaced by wintery air.

“Dante,” I protested, but my mouth went dry when he stood and began to pull off the bow tie around his neck.

My man looked sinful in a tuxedo, but the sight of him unravelling that black silk tie was almost incendiary.

“Take off your underwear,” he ordered calmly, arching a brow when I didn’t immediately obey.