You Kissed Me First

7. Day Three

CHAPTER 7

Day Three

ON SHIP

KATIE

“Well, that was interesting.” Dominic reaches for my hand as soon as we’re out of the comedy lounge.

“I don’t even know what to say at this point. I dated that. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to go there.”

“Don’t even think about it, baby doll. You have a real man now.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Too bad this isn’t real.”

Leaning closer to my ear, he whispers, “This is as real as you want it to be, Katie.”

I swallow hard. I’m right back to where we were at dinner. My body heated as he leads me to the elevator, his hand never leaving mine.

“You don’t want to take the stairs?” My voice is low and husky.

He shakes his head. “This is quicker.”

My heart is pounding in my chest at what he is saying. He is willingly taking an elevator in order to get me to the room quicker. He wants me that bad.

It’s a boost to my confidence.

The mood has changed drastically. All the humor from before has changed to sexual tension, neither one of us speaking to break it.

It’s not until we are in front of the room that Dominic speaks.

“If I walk through this door with you, I’m likely to touch you. If you don’t want that, tell me now. I’ll go cool off at the bar before coming to bed.”

Grabbing his hand, I use his key to open the door, pulling him in behind me.

I don’t know what about me opening the door does it for him, but as soon as I step through, he lets the door slam shut behind him as he presses me against the wall.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Katie. I can’t wait to devour you.”

And devour me, he does.

He presses his lips firmly against mine, letting them work against me until I open for him. As soon as I do, he swipes his tongue against mine. Each movement of his tongue is almost as if he is between my legs. My body is humming with pleasure as I arch against him, needing him to give me more.

After kissing me until I can’t breathe, he nips and kisses a path down my body, pausing to bite my nipples through the fabric of my dress. Each nibble is like an aphrodisiac, causing my body to tingle with pleasure.

“Dominic,” I moan out as I watch him move his way down my body.

The only light is from the bathroom, leaving him masked partially in darkness, but that only adds to the ambiance of the moment.

It’s dark. Dirty. Forbidden. Yet, I want his mouth on me. I need it.

“Shh. I’ve been a patient man all night. Especially knowing you’re not wearing panties. Let me have my fun.”

He flips up my dress, burying his head beneath it. Just the sight of that alone is enough to make my core throb.

When he actually touches his lips to me, I jerk forward, making him chuckle.

“I knew you would be so responsive. Sit back and enjoy this,” he tells me from between my legs before hiking one of them up on his shoulder.

My hands go down to latch on to his head through my dress.

Then he parts my folds with his fingers.

The next second, his tongue is on me. I gasp out as his tongue flicks over my clit, switching up the pressure to keep me on edge. When he slips one finger inside, my fingers naturally curl into his hair.

“Dom, please. Fuck,” I whimper.

“Tell me what you need, Katie,” he asks between lashes of his tongue.

“I need…” I trail off, my body shivering in pleasure, but he pulls back before I can fall over.

“Tell me.” His voice drops an octave lower, taking on a demanding tone.

“I need you. Please. I need to come.”

“Mmm. I love to hear you beg,” he tells me before adding a second finger inside me.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he goes back to flicking my clit with his tongue while his fingers work me inside.

I’m almost to the edge when I feel a small bite of pain on my clit. Then I explode.

“Dom,” I scream, my body shaking while my leg clamps down on his back.

I don’t know how long I stand there, writhing against the wall, but when I finally catch my breath, I realize he is still kissing me gently while he slowly thrusts into me with his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” I manage to breathe out.

He presses one last kiss to my center before pulling his fingers out and backing up. When I glance down at him and see him stick his fingers in his mouth, my body heats.

Then something shiny on his face catches my attention. I try to squint to see what it is, but it’s too dark in the small space between the bathroom and the wall to see.

As he moves up to kiss me, I back up.

“What’s on your face?”

He gives me an odd look. “You. What? You’ve never had a guy go down on you before?”

“I mean, I have, but he didn’t come up looking like a fucking disco ball.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your face is shiny.”

He laughs, leaning in to kiss me again, but I put my hand on his face.

“What the fuck, Katie? Do you have an aversion to tasting yourself?”

“No, I have an aversion to kissing a man who looks like a glitter bomb just exploded on his face.”

Frustrated, he steps back, opening the bathroom door wider.

Once he steps in, I see it. His entire face is covered in glitter. I barely withhold my giggle as his eyes widen.

“I look like I snorted cocaine out of a stripper’s cooch. Did you seriously get a glitter treatment at the spa today?”

“What? Why are you blaming this on me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because we had dinner and went to a comedy show with nothing on my face and the moment I go down on you, I look like I just starred in a seventies disco porn.”

Flipping up my dress, I glance down. “Oh. My. God. I am going to kill Nessa.”

I am mortified. My pussy looks like it bathed in a bathtub full of glitter.

“What did your sister do?”

I drop my dress and start pacing. “She handed me spray for down there before we went to the comedy show. You know, so it would smell fresh. It obviously had glitter in it. I had no idea.”

He bursts out laughing, which doesn’t help my embarrassment.

“Dominic, stop being an asshole.”

He grabs my arm, pulling me into his chest. “Listen, babe. I appreciate you trying to smell fresh for me. It’s the thought that counts. Honestly, even had I known you had a festive pussy job done, I would have still eaten it. It would take a lot for me to turn down a piece of you.”

I groan into his chest. “You are not helping. The mood is completely ruined now.”

“Hey, it’s only ruined if you want it to be ruined. I know this went a little fast. Do you need to take a step back?”

I think over his words. In the heat of the moment, all I could think about was being with him.

Now, I’m mortified. I want to hide beneath the covers and forget this ever happened.

Well, maybe not that orgasm.

“I feel like such a bitch, but, um, I think I need a little space.”

He pulls back, one hand on my cheek. “Take all the time you need. I’m going to take a shower and de-glitter myself. Besides, if I’m desperate, I still have your panties in my pocket to jack off to.”

“Dominic,” I chastise, slapping him on the chest.

“Go get ready for bed,” he says, offering me a smirk.

I shake my head as he closes the door. Making my way to my suitcase, I pull out my pajamas before heading to the second bath area that has only a sink. After changing and brushing my teeth, I make my way to bed, but a sound behind the other bathroom door causes me to stop.

Pressing my ear closer, I can hear the water from the shower. Then I hear the noise again. A small grunt.

Is he?

“Oh god, Katie.”

His voice is muffled through the door, but at the sound of my name, I jolt.

He’s jacking off to the thought of me.

My body heats again.

I’m still frozen in place when I hear the shower cut off.

I jump into action, throwing my clothes on my suitcase before tucking myself into bed. I leave the lights off. I know I should get up and also take a shower, but the thought of confronting him right now is scary.

I wasn’t supposed to like him.

I kind of think I do.

Closing my eyes, I turn away from the bathroom, pretending to have passed out. I don’t know if he believes it or not, but as he shuffles around the room, I listen, waiting for him to call me out.

He doesn’t. Instead, I feel him come over to the side of the bed. My body is tense as he leans down and…

Presses a kiss to the back of my head?

I’m even more confused when he doesn’t try to sleep beneath the sheets with me. Instead, I can tell when he slides into his own makeshift bed on the couch.

It doesn’t take him long to fall into a deep sleep, his breathing evening out.

Still, I lie awake wondering what the heck is happening.

A flash of light startles me awake. I sit straight up, looking toward the balcony door.

There’s a storm, causing the boat to sway from side to side.

I hate storms. On land, I can usually get through them just fine, but being on a ship? In the open sea?

Yeah, I’m about to lose my shit.

Jumping out of bed, I try to quietly pace as my heart races. A crack of thunder has my nerves feel like they are on the fritz.

I glance over to Dominic to see if he’s woken up, but he hasn’t. He’s still sound asleep.

Asshole.

He’s on his side, though. Maybe if I crawled between him and the back of the couch, I could lie with him for a bit.

Lying with Nessa always helped me when I was a kid.

Deciding it’s worth the risk, I crawl onto the couch before slipping under his blanket with him. When I settle, I look at his sleeping face. He hasn’t moved, so I press my head into his chest, inhaling his scent.

It doesn’t take all my anxiety away, but his warmth mixed with his smell has me feeling a little better.

Then his arm snakes around my hip, pulling me in closer as he tucks my head under his.

“It’s okay, Katie. Get some rest. I’m here.” His voice is thick with sleep.

“I hate storms,” I whisper to him.

I feel his lips press into my hair. “You have nothing to be scared of. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I don’t say anything else. I’m not sure how to process this new feeling. Something about him makes me feel safe. Like he really can protect me from anything.

With that knowledge, I let myself fall to sleep in his arms.