Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
D ominic’s text messages started early the next morning.
Dominic
Good morning. I thought about you all night.
I don’t want to wait any longer.
Tell me you’re ready.
Me
I don’t know. I thought about you too.
I have to take care of some things here. See you in a few hours.
What’s holding you back?
I want you too much, and I’ve been promising myself to think about the future… Every time I’m with you, my heart thinks it can wrap you around me and my brain is shaking its head (lol-this is getting confusing) at what a dummy I am. I want a simple life. You’re a detour with dangerous pitfalls. And I’m a little strange after not sleeping much last night. Gerry was here again, shouting for me. Maybe I’m traumatized?
You want me. That’s what matters.
We’re doing it.
You need distracting. I need you. Now.
I didn’t tell Dominic I was leaving Maria’s. I’d woken up early to pack and clean the room I’d been using. Moving my work clothing, wrapped up in garbage bags, and other things into a corner of the Adamos garage under Maria’s apartment took longer than I expected.
My car was packed to the ceiling, and my stomach was growling when I left Maria’s. This is where you live now: your car. Good job.
Heart beating too fast, I parked next to Dominic’s sleek car and stared at it. My nipples tightened. You’re more ready for it than you want to admit.
Me
Here. Should I wait in the driveway?
Dominic
No. I’ve ordered food for us.
Swallowing, I pulled down my tight turtleneck sweater. I’d been sexually active since I was sixteen years old, but with Dominic, it was…heady. The way he took control was intoxicating—it turned me into a needy version of myself I could hardly stand to think about.
Biting my lip hard, I opened the door. “Morning.”
“Get up here.”
Face burning, I took the stairs two at a time. What an obedient little bitch you are. “Smells really good.”
At the top of the stairs, I paused, taking in Dominic lying on the couch with his laptop on his chest, wearing a T-shirt and hiking pants. There weren’t any lights on, just diffused sunlight from the overcast gray day coming through the wall of windows facing the river.
His eyes narrowed at me. A chill went down my back and met the heat simmering in my middle. Oh wow.
He held a hand out to the kitchen. “Eat.”
There were eggs benedict, a gorgeous platter of fruit, fresh orange juice, and champagne. I grabbed a piece of pineapple and chewed with my eyes closed. “Thanks.”
Rustling sounded, and I opened my eyes to see him stalking toward me. “You’ve kept me waiting.”
I popped more pineapple in my mouth. “Sorry?—”
He pushed me back against the counter until he had me pinned with his body. “You’re going to have to make me feel better.”
Heat rose in me like a fever. Swallowing, I put my hands on his back and slid them under his T-shirt. “Yes.”
His mouth crushed mine. I shivered—he was hard, pressing himself against me. I forced my aching breasts against him, sucking on his tongue as he thrust it into me.
He pulled away and stared down at me. “We’re going to fuck now.” He peeled my sweater off over my head, crouched, and yanked my leggings down and off. His hands slid up me as he stood. He turned me around to face the counter.
I panted when his body pressed into my back, and he cupped my breasts—rubbing them so perfectly—the wanting thrumming and pulsing in me. My head dropped forward as I burned for him between my legs.
He unclasped my bra. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, and I trembled, hungry for his hands on my bare skin. They slid over my aching breasts as he kissed my neck.
“Ah. I like that.”
“You want this.”
“Yes.”
“Take your thong off.” He stepped back, and I eagerly pushed the straps down. “Bend over in front of me.”
He put his hands on my hips, pulling me away from the counter. I bent forward stiffly, blood rushing to my head, ashamed of myself and pulsing even harder.
“Yes. Kelsey—God.” His pants unzipped as I straightened back up.
Desperate to see him, I turned around. He pulled his T-shirt off, and his chest underneath was cut and hard. A patch of dark hair trailed down to flat muscular abs. “You’re gorgeous.”
He smirked at me, his pants dropping down to reveal muscular legs and tight black boxers. “Take my shorts off.”
I went to him, wrapping my arms around his back and kissing his chest. It was like I was drunk—trailing kisses over his stomach as I pushed his boxers down in that dim kitchen. He sprang out hard and long and thick, rigidly upright. My hands slid over him.
He scooped me up so my legs wrapped around his waist and our mouths locked together, his hands gripping the bottom of my thighs. He carried me to a clear section of the kitchen counter and set me down.
Pushing my legs wide apart, he dropped down and put his mouth on me. I gasped, arching back, propping myself up with a hand on the counter. His tongue flicked and sucked, and when his finger slid inside me, I came hard, quivering, watching his dark head move, the rasp of his facial hair an erotic scrape. “Yes—Dominic. So good.”
He stood up, his eyes glinting at me. “There’s a stool here for you to stand on.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded at him. He moved the stool into place and helped me to stand on it.
“Turn around.” He kissed my neck. “Bend over, Kelsey. Yes. You make me so hot for it.”
I glanced behind me as a condom packet ripped and watched him slide it on.
“Put your chest on the counter.”
I did, the surface cold on my burning chest and tight nipples. Between my legs was hot and throbbing, positioned at the height of his groin. “Mm.”
He pushed into me in a sharp thrust that filled me completely and held there. “Fuck,” he groaned.
I rubbed back against him, wanting more, then moaning when he pumped in and out of me. He put his hands between me and the counter, and still it was rough, the slight pain of the hard surface spinning me harder and faster. His body thrust into mine while I skated the edge.
He pulled out, and I found myself scooped up again and carried to a bed. He crawled on top of me, pinned my hands above my head, and pushed into me. I writhed and pushed against him, staring up into his hooded eyes. Our hips worked frantically together, and I came—disintegrating in a flight of bliss, my toes curling.
He let go of my hands and pumped a few more times before dropping onto his elbows and grinding into me as he spent himself.