Chapter 33
Mila
“I can’t believe you did that,” I say as Dom throws the car in park and gets out, running around to my side to open my door.
“I can punch Rafe in the face any time I feel like it,” he says, pulling me against him and closing the door. “Hell, I don’t even have to be in the ring.”
I laugh again, and he kisses me for the hundredth time since we left the Cockpit.
“You’re crazy,” I say into his lips, and he pulls back.
“Maybe so,” he says before bending down to scoop me up in his arms. I shriek and loop my arms around his neck. He’s still in his robe and shorts, and I’m still in my dance outfit, which kind of just looks like the stripper version of what he’s wearing.
“Wait,” I say, kicking my feet. “There are dollar bills falling out of my shorts!” I laugh with a snort.
“Maybe we should just get those shorts off, yeah?” he asks as he punches the code into the door.
“What about the ones on the ground back there?” I ask. He stops in the doorway and looks at me.
“You don’t need another man’s dirty money. Anything dirty you want, you can get from me,” he answers. I giggle and we kiss again.
Once we are inside, he sets me down, and we kiss again. My body arches against his hard body, soft and curved. His tongue finds mine, performing a dance of its own that shoots a flood of warmth from my chest to much more sensitive nerves.
Dominic’s cock grows hard against me through his slacks, and he grabs me by the thighs and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his torso, and he carries me to his room, our mouths never losing contact.
“I want you,” I tell him, and a moment of deja vu swirls around us in the already thick air.
“I want you,” he says. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” After that, he sets me down on the bed and tugs my shorts off. Then he pulls the top up and over my head, my breasts falling loose in a perky bounce until I am left wearing nothing but the diamond engagement ring.
I scoot back on the bed and pull my knees up to me as Dom gets on his knees in front of me. His eyes are wild with desire, and as he leans in, ready to cage me with his arms, I stop him.
“Wait,” I say, and he looks at me.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just…” I swallow, and he waits. “I don’t want it to be midnight,” I say, and he narrows his eyes in confusion.
“What do you mean? It’s only ten.”
“I mean, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen. When all this ends.” It’s then that my Cinderella reference clicks for him. I wait for him to say something, holding my breath in regret.
Dom comes closer to me, slowly and gently. Then he cups my cheek in his hand before saying, “It doesn’t have to.”
Neither of us say a word, but our eyes lock in silent understanding. We don’t need to say it; we need to show it.
Dominic strips down the rest of the way, his lips cover mine, and he crawls gently on top of me, straddling me on all fours. His kiss deepens, and the world fades away.
After a long, unhurried moment, he pulls back and kisses my forehead, neck, and my collar bones. Slowly, he moves south, his mouth brushing over my breasts, tickling each nipple with the softness of a feather, sending sparks of electricity in every direction of my being.
He kisses my ribs and navel, the swell of my hips and thighs. With every touch, my heart races and the sparks make their way to my fingertips. I curl my hands into his hair, down his neck, scraping over the muscles in his back. He groans against my most sensitive skin.
His mouth consumes my pussy, deeply, deliberately, as if he’s still kissing my mouth. As if my clit is my tongue and his tongue is dancing with it to steal my soul from my body.
“God, you are so delicious,” he says against me, his breath tantalizing. I need more of that, the heat of his words vibrating over my skin.
“I’m so wet for you, Dom. I need you,” I say.
“What do you need from me?” he asks, and it sends more waves of warmth through my skin.
“Your cock. Inside me. I need to feel full with you. Taken by you. Claimed by you,” I tell him.
“Mmm…” he murmurs, and the hum radiates through me.
I moan and tilt my hips toward his mouth.
“Dom. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg him, and he takes hold of my butt, bringing me closer to his lips, deeper in his mouth.
His tongue flicks against my clit with propeller-like speed until my toes curl and my hands grip onto his shoulders until the release finally takes me.
Dom finishes me the same way he started, with a shower of kisses. Starting from my inner thighs up my belly, over my breasts, past the curve of my neck until he claims my lips again. He pulls back, his eyes searching mine.
“I want to be inside you,” he says.
It’s sultry, sensual, and sexy as fuck. It sends a burst of urgent desire through me. I reach down and take his hard, smooth cock in my hand. With a firm grip, I stroke him until he grits his teeth and groans.
With Dom hovering over me, caging me against the bed, I run the tip of his dick against me, teasing my skin with his, waking the nerves again.
I don’t want to rush it. I don’t want any part of this evening to be over now that we are alone.
I shut out the rest of the world. I want the ache.
To edge myself. To make it last forever.
“Fuck, Mila,” he groans into my neck. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last long,” he chuckles.
“Can’t handle me?” I ask with breathy snark as I continue rubbing the smooth, soft head of his dick against my clit.
“Oh sweetheart, I can handle you. The question is, can you handle me?” he asks.
“I can handle you.” I answer, my voice a velvety contrast to his growl.
“Every inch of me?” he asks with a lilt of challenge in his voice.
I blink slowly, my gaze filtering through my eyelashes, and then I press his tip to my opening and raise my hips upward, driving the length of him into me. Both of us groan at the depth of the penetration, and he buries his face into my neck and hair.
“Goddamn, baby girl,” he grits, and I let out a small, desperate whimper.
Then our hips glide in rhythm. I press my hands against his chest, pushing him away, because I want to see his face.
I want to watch him as my pussy tightens around his girth.
I want to see the beads of sweat on his silver-flecked temples, dripping down his nose to drop on me.
I want to smell him, taste him, to be the only one with him.
“Fuck,” he says, rolling his hips against mine, thrusting himself deeper with every push. There is no end of me or beginning of him. It’s as if I am so full of him, so consumed by him, there is nothing left of me.
“Faster,” I tell him before daring to say, “Harder.”
Dominic bears down, grunting with wild eyes of determination, and his hips pick up the pace to a fierce speed, crashing against mine until I am writhing on the bed. His arms flex next to me as he holds himself in a push-up, his abs defined and hard, rolling with every drive.
Finally, when I am certain I can’t handle him anymore, when I think he just might split me in two, ecstasy rolls through us in hot electric currents, consuming us with every surge. Dominic collapses on top of me, his lips pressing into the soft spot of my neck below my ear.
After a moment of trying to catch our breaths, he rolls onto his side and wipes the sweat from his brow.
“Damn,” he says when he’s finally capable.
“Yeah,” I whisper, drawing small circles on his bare chest. “Damn.”