Dom #2
Olivia's eyes narrow slightly. "Don't romanticize what you do, Dom."
"I'm not. But I'm not going to let you sit there and act like your side has the moral high ground either. Not anymore." I tap the photo of the FBI vehicle. "Not after this."
She looks down at her hands, then back at me with a new resolve in her eyes. "So what do we do now?"
I hadn't expected that question. Not the "we" part of it, anyway. For a moment, I'm not sure how to respond.
"We find Blackwood," I finally say. "And we figure out what the hell he's really after."
She nods. “I need a break.” She sways slightly as she rises from her chair. The bruise on her temple seems darker against her suddenly pale skin. I'd almost forgotten she's still recovering from the attack.
"Whoa, easy there," I say, moving to her side. My hand finds her elbow, steadying her. "You should rest."
She tries to shake me off. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You were attacked yesterday." I guide her away from the table, surprised when she doesn't resist. "We've done enough for today."
"I just need a minute. There's still so much—"
"It’s not going anywhere." I keep my voice gentle.
“I don’t even know how this will work. I mean…I’m FBI and you’re—”
"Look, Olivia, as crazy as it sounds, we're on the same side in this case. We both want justice for Rocco, for Mrs. Ferraza."
She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine. "Is that really what you want? Justice?"
"What else would I want?"
"Revenge."
I consider her words. "Maybe they're the same thing in this case."
She sighs, rubbing her temples. "I just... I need to clear my head. Figure out what Blackwood's really after. Why he'd risk everything."
"We'll figure it out. But first, you need to rest."
"What I really need is a shower," she says, running a hand through her hair. "It will help me think clearly."
I nod, leading her back to the room and then the bathroom. “Towels are in the cabinet. I grabbed some of your clothes while I was at your place. I’ll get them.”
“Thank you.” She reaches into the shower and turns on the water. With her back to me, she begins to undress. It’s almost as if she’s forgotten I’m there.
I leave her to get a change of clothes. When I return, I put the clothes on the vanity and turn to check on her.
She’s standing under the spray, her head down. An ache in my chest propels me forward, undressing.
Naked, I step into the shower behind her.
I expect her to protest, but instead, she turns and drops her head to my chest.
I pull her in, wishing I could find words to help her.
But since I can’t, I just hold her.
Hot water cascades over us. Her skin is silk beneath my hands, her body fitting perfectly against mine.
I use the crook of my finger to lift her chin. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I know. But right now, I don’t want to think about it.”
It’s probably not the right move, but I lean down and kiss her slowly, deeply.
A well of emotion fills my chest, and it’s becoming clearer to me that this is just lust between us.
That somewhere between our verbal sparring and these stolen moments, she's become important to me.
Her hands explore my chest. I lift her against the shower wall, her legs wrapping around my waist.
"Dom," she gasps as I enter her, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“I’m right here, baby. What do you need?”
“Make me forget.”
I withdraw and she whimpers. “Turn around.”
With her back to me, I press her against the wall. One hand finds her tit, kneading it, pinching her nipple.
With my other hand, I slide my fingers over her clit. She arches into me as I massage her center.
I trail kisses along her neck and shoulder as I touch her most sensitive flesh. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes. More.” Her ass grinds against my dick, forcing a groan from me.
“Open for me, sweetheart.”
Her legs widen, and I slip inside her again and it feels so fucking good. I move, gliding in and out as my fingers rub her clit, as I pinch her nipple.
She lets out a long feral moan that sends my arousal and my ego sky high.
“That’s it baby, let me know what you like.”
Her hands are pressed against the tile wall. Her face is turned to the side and I can see pleasure building in her expression, in the quacking of her breath.
“Come on, Olivia. Come…come on my cock. Come hard. Scream my name…” I thrust in and gently bit her shoulder.
“Dom!”
My name reverberates off the walls. My dick is electrified as her pussy clenches it so fucking hard, my breath catches.
“Yes, Olivia…fuck.” I pump into her again and again as pleasure blasts through me.
When the initial wave is over, I collapse against her, kissing her neck, as her pussy still pulses, my dick still throbs.
For a moment, we stay like that, connected, breathing hard, the hot water pounding against my back.
Reality will return soon enough.
The danger, the investigation, the impossibility of us.
But for now, in a bubble away from both our worlds, I allow myself to imagine a different world.
One where I'm not who I am and where she's not who she is.
Where we could have more than stolen moments and impossible choices.