Bonus Chapter Sloane
Bonus Chapter
Sloane
Two months after the engagement
The sound of Dom’s key in the lock makes my heart jump into high gear.
It smacks against my rib cage as the knob turns slowly, and I try to quiet it because really, it’s ridiculous to be this happy about seeing a man I look at on almost a daily basis.
Except I haven’t seen him in two weeks because he’s been in California, so maybe the excitement is justified.
The door opens, and I pop out of my seat, tossing my tablet to the side and making a run for him.
Dom drops his duffel bag just in time to catch me, his arms banding around my waist and lifting me off of the ground.
His skin is warm and that familiar, uniquely him, scent floods my nostrils, reminding me of the many nights I’ve spent surrounded by it while we cuddled in bed.
Reminding me that I’ll get to do just that every night for the rest of my life.
“I missed you,” I breathe, burying my face in his neck and pressing a kiss right under his ear. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he adjusts his hold on me and turns to lock the door. My back collides with the smooth wood, and he pulls back to stare at me.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you, angel.”
I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, so I can pull him in.
Our noses touch, and my heart clenches the way it always seems to when he does this.
Brushing his nose over mine three times in a row, a small simple gesture that holds a world of promise and meaning and love.
All the things I want from him, all the things I want to give him.
All the things we’ll have because he gave his heart to make mine whole.
My eyelids flutter closed as he does it, and they pop open again when he plants a soft kiss to my forehead and carries me over to the couch, taking the seat I just vacated and holding me tighter. Like he’s trying to stop me from moving away from him.
As if I would ever do that.
“How’d you manage to talk Seb into letting you come home early?” He was supposed to be gone for at least another week, helping Andre hash out some issues with subcontractors and permits from the city.
The hem of my shirt slides up, forced out of the way by the rough tips of his fingers.
He smiles at the sharp breath I draw in as a result.
“I didn’t have to talk him into anything.
Once I got Andre squared away, I told him I was heading back home to my fiancée and that I’d make the rest of his life a living hell if he tried to stop me. ”
I don’t bother asking if he’s serious, because I know he is.
Sebastian Adler is one of the most respected, and feared, businessmen in the country, but it doesn’t have any bearing on how Dom interacts with him.
Where most men would buckle under the pressure of being in the presence of a business titan with a habit of steamrolling all the people around him, Dom just doesn’t.
The first time I met Seb, he told me it was his favorite thing about doing business with Dom.
His sharp eyes sparkled with humor, and the closest thing to admiration anyone has probably ever gotten from him, while he regaled me with stories of the rooftop renovation that sparked their friendship.
Respect coated every word, even, and maybe especially, the parts where Dom called him out on his bullshit.
It wasn’t until that moment that I understood that Seb likes their dynamic. He appreciates having at least one person in his life who won’t let his money, status, or family name keep them from treating him like a normal person.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t have to follow through on your threat.”
“Me too.” He sighs, laying his head back and continuing his slow advance up my shirt.
He’s made it as far as my ribs, both of his palms curving around and coming up to cup my breasts.
My nipples tighten instantly, turning into hard peaks that he can certainly see through my white T-shirt. “How are you?”
“Better now that you’re here.”
The pads of both thumbs trace the skin under the swell of my breasts, and I squirm on his lap as my heartbeat drops between my legs.
When he left for California, I was on my period, which means we haven’t had sex in well over three weeks, and I’m desperate for him.
Midnight eyes rove over my features, no doubt cataloging the way I’m reacting to his touch.
“You’re so beautiful, Sloane.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m real, and I know that’s what he’s thinking.
That he can’t believe we’re here like this together.
That twelve years of waiting, of wishing, of wanting me finally turned into this beautiful reality.
Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself.
“Especially right now,” he continues, “when you look and feel like…”
A thousand different emotions move across his face like shadows startled by the light, and my heart clenches as I wait for him to finish.
I want every word. Every syllable that tells me how he sees me.
How he wants me. How he loves me. Silence stretches between us, and I’m vaguely aware of my hips rocking back and forth against his growing erection.
My eyes want to close, but I force them to stay open, so I can watch him watching me.
“What do I look like?” I grind against him, pulling a soft moan from my own lips. “What do I feel like, Dom?”
“Mine, angel.” Flames spark in his eyes, illuminating the transition of rich brown to molten obsidian.
“You feel like mine.” Like you’ve always been mine.
He doesn’t say the words, but I hear them, and it doesn’t scare me that they’re true.
I’ve belonged to him for as long as I’ve known him, and somehow that has never touched what I had with Eric.
“That’s a good thing,” I say, leaning forward to capture his lips. “Because I am.”
The kiss is everything it should be. Sweet and satisfying, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place, but it doesn’t take long for it to shift. In a matter of seconds, I’m dissolving into him, liquid heat making my blood evaporate, leaving nothing but desire for him in my veins.
“Angel.” Dom pulls away, breaking the kiss with a drugging scrape of his teeth over my lower lip that makes me whimper and writhe against him. “Didn’t you say your dad was coming over for dinner?”
I let out an exasperated groan. The second he walked through the door, everything else in my world ceased to exist, including the plans that I made with my dad for dinner tonight because he said he had something important he wanted to share with me and Dom.
“Actually, we’re going out. He’s been waiting for you to come home, so we can go to that steakhouse on Clark.
I told him we’ll meet him at seven.” I’m rushing through my sentence, not wanting to spend a second talking about my dad when I could be kissing him.
I dive for his mouth again, trying to distract him with my lips, so he doesn’t feel my hands snaking down his torso and making a beeline for his pants. “We can be quick.”
Long fingers wrap around my wrists, stopping me from going any further. “You don’t know how to do quick, Sloane.”
“I can learn.” I rock into him, enjoying the feel of his dick growing harder underneath me.
The only response I get to that blatant lie is his laughter, and even that’s sexy.
A deep and sensual sound that makes me shiver as it washes over me, mixing with the tendrils of desire nestled deep in my core.
Dom puts his hands on my hips, securing his hold on me so I don’t fall while he pushes to his feet. I wrap my legs around him, too stubborn to give in even though I know I’ve been beaten. Undeterred, Dom starts walking, carrying me through the living room and up the stairs.
“Please, Dom.” His lips quirk, and I know he’s amused by my desperation. I would be mad about it if I didn’t have his rigid length pressed against me, nudging at my core with every step he takes. “Don’t laugh at me. You want this as badly as I do.”
“You’re right,” he says as he crosses the threshold into our bedroom. He gives my waist a light squeeze before he sets me down on the edge of the bed. “Which is how I know we don’t have enough time for what I want to do to you, especially with the gift I brought back.”
My brows raise, intrigue and anticipation mixing with arousal to create a nearly paralyzing cloud of lust around me.
Dom knows how much I like to get gifts, and he knows how much I always love his surprises.
They’re always thoughtful, and although they’re rarely ever sexual, that never stops me from giving him an enthusiastic thank you with my mouth or my hands or, if we have enough time, my entire body.
I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. “What kind of gift?”
Dom smirks, knowing that he’s got my interest piqued. “You’ll have to wait until after dinner to find out.”
“Are you ever going to play fair?”
“With you, angel? Never.”
He turns away, moving toward his closet and stripping off his long-sleeve shirt and dark-washed jeans as he goes.
One glimpse of his broad shoulders has me ready to pounce on him again, but I decide to leave well enough alone since we have to be at the restaurant to meet my dad in an hour.
While Dom picks out his clothes and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower, I head to my own closet to choose what I’m going to wear.