Unspoken Obsession (Casino King #4)

12. Dante

DANTE

" T he airport?" She asks, shocked, as we pull onto the tarmac of the runway.

I drive along the long stretch towards the hangar where I keep my private jet.

She shifts nervously in her seat. "Dan, I can't."

"Don't worry. You'll be back by midnight."

She glances over at me with narrowed eyes. She is biting her lower lip - it looks so cute when she's thinking this hard, trying to make important decisions, fighting with herself.

I chuckle, pulling to a stop right outside the hangar.

"I promise - we will be back at eleven thirty - giving you plenty of time to get home by midnight."

The other night - Lorenzo had men on their way to follow her home - but they reported to him that there were already two men following her -- not our guys. They weren't even trying to hide it and she seemed to be annoyed - but aware of them.

He pulled his men back. It was risky, and we needed help underground after the explosion, so I didn't find out what I needed to, and the mystery of this beautiful woman just got deeper.

I want to know why a girl from some small town in Canada knows how to count cards, has armed men tailing her, and has to be home by midnight.

She sighs, giving in. "Where are we going?" She asks, unclipping the safety belt and pushing the car door open.

"One of my favorite places - with views to take your breath away."

I hold my hand out towards her, and she slips her fingers between mine. This is where she belongs, with me, close to me.

I've got to figure out a way to get her to tell me who she really is. I can't just relax and let this happen until I know.

It will be great to get away from the casino and the stress of work. The problem is that anyone could be following or watching me at any time. I'm always in danger. Just by being around Frankie, I am putting her in danger too. It isn't fair. But I'm selfish, I don't care. I want to be with her and whatever risk is involved I will take it.

"Welcome, sir, ma'am; we are looking forward to a lovely flight today. If you need anything at all, I will be here to help you." The hostess greets us as we climb on board. Frankie smiles, looking around the luxurious cabin with wide eyes.

I lead her to the comfortable sofas so we can sit close to each other, strapping in for take-off.

"Are you nervous?"

"No, I think I'm just excited to find out what you've planned." She grins.

"It's not a long flight, but the views will be incredible."

Once we are in the air, I unclip my belt and shift a little closer to her.

The hostess brings us a bottle of champagne and a cheese board of assorted cold cuts and crackers. It's just something light to ease us into the rest of the evening.

My goal is to smother her with every luxury - an attempt to really captivate her and pull her closer to me.

Frankie is relaxed in the luxurious setting; she is enjoying every moment.

The plane touches down at a small private runway just outside of Sierra Nevada and we move from the plane into a limousine which takes us up to a secluded mountain restaurant and hotel.

The chef here is world-class, and I've booked out the entire deck for us so that we can enjoy the private experience.

Frankie walks up the stairs towards the deck. My hand is on her lower back, and I am admiring how beautiful these soft, flowing cotton pants look on her. The matching cropped top leaves a narrow gap of skin revealed around her mid-section. A taunting delight that I can't help letting my eyes enjoy.

Her hair is pinned up in a loose bun on the top of her head, with soft waves falling around her face.

"You look exquisite, Frankie," I say, as I pull her chair out for her at our table.

"This place is exquisite - I can't believe how incredible the views are."

"I told you - it's one of my favorite places. Wait until the sun sets and all the city lights come alive."

She grins, and I stare as I sit opposite her. She is looking across the wide expanse of the Sierra Nevada desert - and I am looking at her -- the most captivating view in the whole place.

She turns her bright green eyes towards me and the corner of my mouth curls up. "I think you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," I say, then drag my eyes off her because I can't be staring at her all night like this.

She giggles, and beneath the table, she shifts so that her leg presses against mine.

Perhaps - this evening - I will ignore all the warnings in my mind and just relax and enjoy my time with her. Because I don't know who she really is, I never know if this is the last time I'll see her. She could just disappear -- be gone in an instant. So I should make the most of the time spent with her.

When the sun sets across the sky, it does not disappoint. This evening it puts on a very spectacular show as orange and purple streaks glow between the clouds above the city of Las Vegas in the distance.

Slowly the sky changes colors, fading from bright neons to glowing deep hues while the private chef brings our three-course dinner out in stages.

I ask Frankie questions about herself, but I am careful to keep them light and easygoing. Tonight is not about chasing information - it is about her.

After our main course, Frankie stands up and walks over to the edge of the balcony, resting her hands elegantly on the railings.

"I could look out over this view forever." She whispers as I step close behind her, pressing my chest against her back and pinning her to the railing. She leans into me, sending shivers of delight through my body as I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. He tilts her head to the side, her eyes looking out over the view.

I trace my gaze over her neck, the curve of her shoulder. Gently I brush the loose curls away from her neck and let my lips trail across her skin.

My heart races.

My body is screaming I want her.

I don't just want to touch her - I want to possess her. I want to capture her and make her mine.

The fact that I don't even know who she really is only drives the mystery and cravings deeper into my veins.

A soft moan escapes her lips as she tilts her head further to the side, letting me kiss the sensitive parts of her neck and cause goosebumps to spread down her arms.

Frankie turns in my arms, facing me. She reaches up to touch my face, letting her fingers trace the shape of my jaw.

My cock is growing harder by the second and I won't be able to hold back much longer.

She stares into my eyes, and there is an intense connection to her. It is as though our hearts are already connected - long before I saw her at the casino playing cards - long before I kissed her the first time. It feels like I've kissed her a hundred times before like her name is already etched into my soul.

She raises herself on tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. My heart beats faster as I pick her up.

Carrying her over to the daybed on the far side of the deck, I lie her down beneath the strings of fairy lights overhead, glittering between the stars and catching in her eyes.

I lift her top over her head in the warm night air and she pulls the buttons of my shirt open, one at a time, working.

I kneel on the bed in front of her, tracing kisses between her breasts and over her stomach.

She arches her back towards me and sighs with pleasure, running her fingers through my hair.

I tug her pants off, pulling her lace panties with them and she lies naked beneath the glowing moon with the light reflecting off her olive skin.

"You are perfect in every way," I say, staring down at her as I pull my pants open and free my cock, throbbing and hard.

She bites her lower lip as her eyes take me in. Then she spreads her legs open, reaches up, and grabs me, pulling me onto her.

I kiss her as my cock rubs over her pussy and she pushes her hips up - her little desperate sounds of need taunting me.

Her fingers digging into my back as she encourages me to take her.

I push my cock inside her.

She gasps as I thrust forward, her body pulses over me as she shudders with delight.

"I could spend every night here with you - beneath the stars," I whisper against her ear.

When I lean back to look down at her those gorgeous green eyes are piercing into me. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck pulling my mouth against hers. Kissing me while I fuck her. The intensity of our connection grows deeper - more intimate.

My heart tugs, warning me, threatening to burst.

I grit my jaw and fuck her harder.

Letting the pleasure of being inside her distract me from the way she makes me feel.

I can't let myself get lost in this girl I know nothing about - but - I am not the one in control of that.

She wraps her legs around my waist and in doing so allows me to push deeper inside her. She cries out as I thrust into her. I grab her hips and fuck her faster, each time I push into her I'm possessing her a little more - like I am claiming her and making her mine.

She tilts her head back as her body shakes. Her legs lock tighter around me, so I slip my arm around her and lift her hips up towards me.

Her fingers dig into the pillows of the daybed and her lips part. I lean forward and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her neck as I push inside her.

She shakes uncontrollably as her pussy tightens on my cock.

Then she cries out, loud and carefree as her orgasm slams into her - wave after wave of pleasure she is riding.

I can't control myself when I thrust deep inside her and explode into her.

Breathing heavily, I rest my head on her chest, letting the night air dry the thin layer of perspiration on my skin. She brushes her fingers through my hair as we lie together.

My heart is threatening me.

Warning me.

Telling me I am falling for her.

And that it might be a dangerous risk to take.

"Oh."

We both bolt up, blushing and laughing when the server hurries off the deck. I completely forgot where we were I was so lost in her.

She gets dressed, grinning and throwing me mischievous glances.

Just before we walk back to our table, I pull her close and kiss her again.

"I want to know everything about you, Frankie," I whisper.

She smiles at me with those calm, quiet eyes. Then she takes my hand and leads me back to my seat.

The server comes out again, making a lot of noise as he climbs the stairs, giving us plenty of warning this time.

He seems a little embarrassed as he clears the dinner plates away and tells us dessert is on the way.

As promised, Frankie is back in Las Vegas by half-past eleven.

The evening could not have been more perfect.

Once Frankie is gone and I am standing alone in the casino's foyer, I shake my head at myself.

"What are you getting yourself into, Dante?" I mutter. Knowing this girl is going to bring trouble.