Chapter 33 Hannah
Hannah
Dom’s place is located across the street from West End Park, and the instant I set foot in the lobby of his building, I know his apartment isn’t going to be your typical bachelor pad.
In fact, because of all the real estate knowledge I soaked up like a sponge from my dad when I was a little girl, I would venture to guess if I checked his large, loft-style apartment’s value, it’d come in at seven figures.
“You want anything to drink?” he asks, dropping his keys, phone, wallet, and cowboy hat on the marble island in the center of his kitchen. He opens the fridge with a quick hand, peeking his head inside, and I sit down on one of the stools directly across from where he stands with his back to me.
“I’ve got water and water and . . .” He stops for a second. “Water.” Pauses again. “Oh, and a bottle of orange juice that appears to be expired.” He glances at me over his shoulder with a sarcastic grin. “Any of that sound good?”
“Well . . . the water is very tempting,” I answer through a laugh. “I mean, expired orange juice and the resulting stomachache is certainly something to consider, but yeah, I guess I’m going to have to go with water.”
“One water coming right up,” he says with a wink and grabs two bottles before shutting the fridge.
He leans a hip into the counter, the island a barrier between us, and uncaps his water to take a quick drink.
“I might have a bottle of crappy whiskey that Shane left here ages ago, but I have a sneaking suspicion that wouldn’t be of interest to you. ”
“You would be correct.” I take a drink from my bottle. “Just curious, are your food options as good as your beverage options?”
He smirks. “My food options are just fine, Hannah.”
“And by just fine,” I start, hopping up from my stool and walking around the island to stand right beside him. “Do you mean nonexistent?”
“I mean . . . they’re just fine.”
Without delay, I swing open the fridge door to take a look for myself. Dom tries to stop me, but I’m too quick and he’s too late, and within seconds, I’m looking into a fridge that contains a sad amount of food.
Half the shelves are bare. Hell, if you remove the bottles of water and carton of orange juice, all you’d have left is a half-empty bottle of ketchup, old soy sauce packets from a Chinese restaurant, and a jar of what should be pickles, but only green juice remains inside.
“Dominic Dunn, your fridge is one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen!” I exclaim through a giggle. “I honestly think a house full of Vandy frat guys would be appalled.”
He tugs me back toward his chest and shuts the fridge door with a chuckle. “I guess I’m more of a takeout guy, okay?” He wraps his arms around my waist. “Please don’t tell me my fridge was the second challenge of the night,” he whispers into my hair.
I turn swiftly, still keeping his arms around my waist, and stand up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his mouth. “It’s not.”
“Good,” he says, smiling against my lips and tugging me even closer to his body.
We’re so close that the belt buckle of his jeans is pushing into my belly, and my breasts are pressed against his chest.
And all I can think about is the one thing I haven’t stopped thinking about since he put his mouth on me in my bedroom.
“I want you,” I whisper and kiss him again.
He doesn’t respond, but he most certainly reacts. His hands beneath my ass, he lifts me up and urges my legs to wrap around his waist. He kisses me as he moves us out of the kitchen into another part of his fancy apartment.
And he doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks us into his bedroom and lays me down on his bed. The mattress is soft against my back, and I moan when he starts to fiddle with the sheer shirt that’s tucked into my jeans.
It’s gone after two more kisses, along with my heels and pants. And once he removes my bra and underwear, and I’m lying there on his bed, completely naked, he stands up to start removing his own clothes.
The lights of his bedroom are on, bright as they can be, and I don’t feel a single ounce of insecurity as his gaze rakes over my body. If anything, I feel . . . more. More desire. More want. More need.
He slides his boots off, his gaze still caressing my skin, and once his T-shirt is thrown to the floor, he starts the process of removing his jeans and briefs.
I can’t stop myself from looking at him, at all of him, and I silently wonder what good things I’ve done in my life to deserve this gorgeous, mouthwatering specimen of a man standing in front of me like this.
His cock is hard, jutting out from his body like it’s already trying to find its way to me, as Dom just stands there, taking time to look at my face and my breasts and my thighs.
“Hannah, I swear, you’re so damn beautiful it hurts.” He takes one of his big hands and strokes himself as he stares at me, and I swear on everything holy that it is the hottest visual I’ve ever seen. “So damn beautiful I think I could come right here without even touching you.”
“Dom,” I whimper, my body getting impatient and my hips bucking forward as a delicious, pulsating ache stirs from my belly to my pussy to my toes. “Please.”
He climbs onto the bed, his body now hovering over mine, and he doesn’t stop until our faces are mere inches apart. I lick my lips, searching his warm gaze, and when I move my hips up toward his, a moan escapes my throat as the tip of his cock just barely brushes my clit.
He kisses me again and I savor the way he tastes and the way his tongue feels when it’s dancing with mine. My nipples grow hard against his chest and my hips keep moving up toward his in uncontrollable jolts.
His cock is right there, so close to where I want to feel him, but every time I almost manage to get the tip pressed right at my entrance, he pulls away.
“Please,” I beg, no shame in my desperation game. I am so aroused, so insanely turned on, that if I had to leave right now, I don’t even think I’d be able to walk. “I want you inside me.”
His breath gets choppy, and I actually feel his cock jerk against my body.
“Hannah, are you sure?” he asks, and I nod, brushing my mouth against his with each motion.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything in my life.”
“You think or you know?”
“I know, Dom,” I whisper and press my lips to his. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
He groans against my mouth and deepens the kiss in a way that makes my head want to spin straight off my neck.
The whole time, his hands move up and down my skin, touching my thighs and my belly, my arms and my neck and my hair.
When he starts to pull away, I reach out and try to grab his biceps to keep him there.
“Dom,” I beg, but he just smiles at me, shaking his head.
“Hannah, you’re not ready yet.”
“No no no,” I refute as he starts to move his body down mine. “I’m ready, Dom. I’m so ready. I’ve never been more ready in my life.”
“Hannah.” He rests his chin on my mound. “I want you too. Fuck, do I want you,” he says, and lifts his head to blow a warm breath across my skin. “But I’m not going to slide my cock inside you until I know you’re ready. I’m not going to slide my cock inside you until you’re fucking drenched.”
He doesn’t give me any time to respond. His mouth is on my pussy, and his lips and tongue are licking and sucking and caressing me in ways that make my head fall back.
It’s intense, his mouth on me like this, and I have to reach up and grab my breasts in my hands to feel like I have some control over my body.
But the thread of that control starts to fray when I feel his tongue deep inside me, caressing the walls of my core. And that control snaps in half when his mouth latches on to my clit and sucks at me with firm but gentle pressure that I feel in every single nerve ending.
The pleasure hits me hard—if I were standing, I’d be flat on my ass. All I can do is let the intense waves roll through me as he continues to eat me like I’m a feast and he’s a starved man.
Time doesn’t exist in the bubble of my pleasure, and I’m hardly aware that he’s moving back up my body. When I open my eyes, he’s right there, his gaze searching mine and his now condom-covered cock pressed right at my entrance.
“I’m falling for you, Hannah,” he says, and his hand caresses my face. “Fuck, I’m falling hard.”
I think I might’ve already fallen.
I search his gaze, and he searches mine. I don’t know how long we stay like this, our naked bodies nearly fused together and Dom’s hands caressing my face. But when he starts to push himself inside me, my eyes threaten to roll back in my head.
Fingers to my chin, he urges my gaze to his again. “Let me see you,” he whispers. “Let me see what your eyes look like when I’m inside you.”
I lick my lips, the pressure building at my center as he slowly pushes deeper inside me. The deeper he gets, the more intense it feels. It’s pleasure mixed with pain mixed with some intangible, beautiful, incredible thing that I can’t even put into words.
And when he’s all the way inside me, when he’s as deep as he can go, his lips part and his eyes glaze over as they lock with mine. “There’s nothing better than this. Nothing better than you.”
I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him hard. My lips and tongue are erratic in their movements, but it’s only because I feel like I’m going to explode from pleasure and desire and passion, and the million other things being connected with Dom like this is making me feel.
This isn’t just sex or me losing my virginity.
This is so much more than that.
This is a coming together in a way I didn’t even know was possible.
This is feeling like I’m connected with someone on all levels—body and mind and soul and heart.
It feels like love.
We don’t stop kissing each other as he starts to move inside me. He starts out soft and slow, but eventually, when I start begging for more and more and more, his pace turns into heavy, deep strokes of his cock.
And we don’t stop kissing until my body shakes with pleasure and I make myself pull away to watch the way his eyes change and his lips part when he climaxes deep inside me.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
And I’m more certain than ever that I’m not just falling for Dom.
I’m heart-deep in love.