Chapter 15
ALLY
Oh my god, I’d almost kissed him.
More than once.
Dammit.
I needed to get control over myself. Yeah, it was clear he was interested in hooking up, but that was a bad idea, right? That’s what I kept telling myself as I plated the slightly burned chicken and the rest of our dinner. It turned out decent, but I couldn’t taste anything because all I could think about was kissing Dom.
And more than kissing Dom.
I bit back a sigh and tried not to drool over his perfect bubble ass as he leaned across the table to grab the rest of the dishes. It was so damn biteable, and I was so damn horny but also achy from being so damn pregnant. I wanted to fuck him but didn’t.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“What?” he asked, setting the dishes down on the kitchen counter.
“Uh. Um. Nothing. Thanks,” I said.
He quirked a brow. “That’s a lot of different reactions.”
“Ignore me. I’m tired. Thanks for doing the dishes.”
“You did most of the cooking and you shouldn’t be on your feet too long, so go relax on the couch. I’ve got this,” he said with a wink.
A fucking wink.
Son of a bitch, this man was going to kill me.
I gave him a bright smile and moved into the living room. The couch was calling my name, and maybe Dom would come join me. He was enjoyable to cuddle against.
And do all sorts of other things with, too. But now was not the time for that.
I pulled out my phone and sent Darcy a text.
Ally: SOS!
Ally: I’m having impulses.
Ally: Send a cockblock.
Darcy: What? LOL!
Darcy: How would I even? Do they have cockblock telegrams like those people that come sing happy birthday?
I snorted.
“You okay in there?” Dom called out.
“Yep. All good,” I replied quickly, then focused on my phone again.
Darcy: What’s going on? Dom driving you crazy?
Ally: YES! Send reinforcements.
Ally: I want to bang my baby daddy.
Darcy: Is that really such a bad thing?
Ally: Yes. It will make things messy. Roommates is the smarter way to go.
Darcy: And you’ve been doing so well with that, so what’s going on tonight?
Darcy: He walking around with no shirt on or something?
I giggled.
Ally: Fully clothed, unfortunately.
Ally: We made dinner together and it was nice, but it’s close quarters in there.
Ally: I mean, not really. It’s a good-sized kitchen, but he’s a good-sized man, and we kept bumping into each other.
Darcy: And now you want to bump uglies?
Darcy: I hate that expression.
Ally: Same. And yes. I do. But I shouldn’t.
Darcy: You think he wants to?
Ally: Yes. He’s wearing these damn loose shorts, and yeah, he wants to.
Darcy: TMI
Darcy: Kidding. Tell me everything.
Grinning, I looked over at the kitchen and barely stifled my gasp.
His eyes were locked on mine as he did the dishes. From this short distance away, they looked like molten chocolate.
He was so freaking hot. My nipples scraped against my bra, sensitive and practically begging for attention.
Darcy: Earth to Ally. You abandon me to get some action finally?
Ally: Um. Still here. He’s doing the dishes.
Darcy: And he does dishes? Swoon. Go climb that man right now. Okay, wait until he’s done in the kitchen.
Darcy: Just be aware that I do dishes, too. This is Jake. Darcy has to go do her own swooning.
I dropped my phone. Shit.
Darcy: Sorry about that. He made a comment about me looking moony, and I threw my phone at him by mistake. I promise he didn’t scroll back.
Ally: OMG. He better not report any of this back to Ethan.
Darcy: If he wants to get any of this action, he won’t. I promise.
Darcy: Now, enough talking to me. Go have some fun with that man. Kissing or whatever might be exactly what you need.
I would not think about what whatever entailed as I tamped down a shudder. Dammit.
Darcy: Okay? It’s all going to work out.
Ally: You don’t know that.
Darcy: I don’t. But maybe just see how the night goes.
I sighed.
Darcy: Jake’s being annoying. Call me in the morning or text me later. Happy tree climbing.
Tree climbing? I looked down at my belly. My tree-climbing days were behind me—at least until after I gave birth.
“You’re making a lot of noises over here. Everything okay?” Dom asked.
I squeaked, startled.
“What? Oh my god, you scared me. Stop popping up like that,” I said, my hand on my chest. Could he hear how fast my heart was racing? It pounded in my ears like I was going through a tunnel.
I snorted.
He quirked a brow.
“No. Um. It’s nothing. Just talking to Darcy. Dishes done?” Did I sound nonchalant?
“All done. Movie time?” he asked, setting a carton of pistachio ice cream on the coffee table and handing me a spoon.
Then he sat down next to me, shifted me around so my feet were in his lap, and started digging his thumbs into my arches.
“Have I died?” I whispered.
“What?” he asked, pausing his perfect torture of my aching feet.
“Don’t stop doing that. Ice cream, dishes done, and a foot massage. A girl could get used to this,” I murmured.
I swore I heard him say, good.
He grinned, a little dimple popping out, and I couldn’t help my sigh as my body clenched.
He stilled his hands. “Too hard?”
“What? Nope. Definitely not,” I all but groaned.
He shifted his hips but went right back to massaging my feet.
Resting my head against the back of the couch, I took a bite of ice cream. Sleepiness was already settling into my body, but it couldn’t be helped. He was sending me into bliss.
“Ally?” he asked softly.
“Uh-huh,” I said around another bite of ice cream.
“Are you falling asleep?” he asked.
His lips looked so pillowy soft. I wanted to rest my face on them.
I giggled at how ridiculous that thought was.
“Ally?” he asked again.
I pretended to pout. “S’not my fault. You’re making me sleepy.”
“I’m not known for putting women to sleep. At least not until after they come.” I swear I heard him mutter that last part, and I sucked in a breath.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing. So, are we watching a movie?”
“I make no promises to stay awake,” I said. I was tired but also keyed up because of the tension in the room. I still wanted to kiss him, among other things.
He chuckled. And then I groaned as his hands moved up, massaging my calves.
“Ally.”
Did he just growl my name?
“Dom,” I whispered, no longer fighting sleep. It took everything in me not to clench my thighs right now.
His pupils were big, as was the cock pressed against my leg. He licked his lips, and a gasp fell from mine.
“Ally,” he said in a tone I couldn’t decipher. Could it possibly be a mixture of warning and encouragement? Was he warring with himself like I was?
“Kissing you would be a mistake,” I said softly.
Some of the light left his eyes. “Probably.”
“I didn’t want this to get messy,” I said, scooting closer to him and wiggling my thighs into his lap.
He tilted his head back, letting out a soft groan. Then he lifted his head again and met my gaze.
“And I want to give you whatever you want. But, Ally, I’m at my breaking point. I’ve held myself back more times than I thought possible. But I fucking want you. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.”
My heart took flight.
“So kiss me,” I said.
“You sure about this?” he asked, his breathing rattled.
“No, but I don’t want to fight this anymore. I want you too, Dom,” I said, then gasped as he pulled me into his lap and shifted my legs to straddle him. His hard cock pressed underneath my belly. A belly that wouldn’t let me get as close to him as I wanted to.
“Well, this is different,” he said with a soft laugh as he ran his hand over my stomach. “I can’t hurt her, right?”
I snickered. “No. She’s perfectly safe in there. Now, will you please kiss me?”
“With pleasure,” he said, his lips descending on mine. The first brush of our mouths, and I moaned. Dom had been the last man to kiss me, and it felt like ages ago.
His hand sank into the hair at the back of my neck, cupping my head as he swiped his tongue across my lips. I could do nothing except grant him entry and melt into his hold.
A shudder rolled through my body, and he reached up with his other hand to cup my chin, holding me in place. He licked the inside of my mouth, tasting me as I gave in to his kiss, my tongue tangling with his, swallowing his groan while I rocked against him.
Things were going to get messy, but I didn’t have it in me to care anymore.
DOM
Fucking hell, she was finally in my arms, and I couldn’t get enough of her taste on my lips. Of her body in my arms. I’d been dreaming of this moment for way too long, and it was possible that she was going to tell me to stop at any moment, but for now, I was going to relish whatever she had to give me.
She tasted like sweet ice cream and pure Ally heat, and I was addicted. Her tongue swiped against mine, and her fingers curled into my shirt. I wanted to strip both of us bare, but I didn’t want to go too far too fast in case she came to her senses.
I slanted my head, deepening the kiss, and she moved right along with me. Cupping her chin, I held her close, swallowing every sound that fell from her lips. It felt like it’d taken forever to get to this moment. Her tongue licked the inside of my mouth, and I groaned, my hand squeezing the back of her neck.
“Dom,” she panted, breaking the kiss. She rested her forehead against mine.
Please don’t end this.
I held my breath. Then she lifted her head and met my gaze. Her pupils were wide, desire clear in her eyes, and I couldn’t help but shift my hips, knowing she could feel my hard cock against her.
“Dom,” she rasped, and I swore my dick hardened further.
Fuck. I wanted to sink inside of her right fucking now.
“Are we crazy?” she asked.
I trailed my thumb over her lower lip, my gut tightening when her tongue poked out to lick my thumb.
“Probably. But I fucking want you, Ally. I crave you. I also have it on good authority that orgasms are extremely healthy for pregnant women.”
She chuckled softly. “You do, huh? Whose authority?”
“It was in multiple pregnancy books, so it must be true.” I paused, kissing her palm. “You know I only want what’s best for you.”
“How generous,” she said, her smile bright.
Then she leaned in closer. “You should probably get that shirt off then.”
Before she could say another word, I reached behind me to grab some of the fabric, then pulled it up and over my head and tossed it aside.
“Better?” I said, my voice low.
“Absolutely,” she said, her fingers trailing down my chest.
I sucked in a breath when her thumbnail scraped over my nipple. I wanted to fuck her hard and quick, but I also needed to take my time with her. Relish and devour her like I’d wanted to the moment she’d walked back into my life.
I groaned as her fingers continued tracking down my chest and over my abs. Her belly pressed her hand between us, and she shifted back slightly, trailing her fingers along the edge of my waistband.
“I need to see you,” I said, cupping the back of her head and pulling her face to mine as I breathed her in.
“There’s a lot to see,” she murmured.
I pulled her head back, holding her gaze. “You’re so damn gorgeous, Ally. I’ll never not want to strip you bare any chance I can get. And you’re growing our daughter,” I said, putting my other hand on her belly. “There’s nothing more beautiful than that.”
“Dom,” she whispered.
“It’s the fucking truth, Ally.” Then I guided her mouth back to mine, pouring everything I had into our kiss. I rocked my hips against her to drive home how much I wanted her.
My tongue lashed against hers, drawing her into my mouth, as I moved my hand from her belly up to cup her breast through her shirt. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on one of them. Her breasts had been sensitive before, and I wanted to see if I could make her come just by sucking them.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth. Breaking the kiss, I nibbled along her jaw before pulling the lobe of her ear into my mouth while I gently squeezed her breast.
Inaudible sounds fell from her lips as I teased her. She shuddered in my hold, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to touch her. Be skin to skin.
My hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, and I rubbed my thumb over her belly before I continued skating my fingers up her body. She leaned back, and I helped her remove her shirt, throwing it over her shoulder. I ran my fingers along the straps of her bra, pulling them off her shoulders, and she held my gaze as she popped the clasp, the soft material pooling between us.
“Fucking hell, Ally,” I said, awe in my voice as I took her in. Her skin was flushed, and her hair fell over her shoulders, brushing her chest. Her nipples were pebbled points, and I wasted no time, leaning in and pulling one tip into my mouth so I could suck her.
“Oh yes,” she moaned, her hand sinking into my hair, her nails scraping my scalp as she held me in place. I pressed one hand to the small of her back, and she arched into my hold as I feasted on her.
Fuck. I could not get enough of her taste. Of her warm breast in my mouth. I massaged the other breast and tugged lightly on her nipple with my teeth.
“Oh god. That feels so freaking good. I’m going to explode,” she rambled in between gasps. I loved that she had easily moved past her comment about her belly. She was fucking stunning, and I wanted her to know that I’d take her any way I could get her.
I moved from her breasts to her mouth, tasting every inch of her skin as I kept her on edge, loving every whispered curse that fell from her lips when I shifted direction. When I urged her to lean back and slipped my hand under her waistband, her moan rocked me to my core.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked through clenched teeth. I needed her, but I also wanted to make sure I wasn’t causing her any discomfort.
“Yes. No. I need to come, Dom. You’re driving me insane,” she rasped, and I chuckled softly.
She held my gaze and lifted her hips. “Now, Dom. I need an orgasm now.”
My fingers slipped into her panties, and I groaned at how fucking wet she was. I pressed my thumb against her clit, and her lips parted as she took in a shuddering breath that put her breasts at mouth level.
I leaned in, sucking on her nipples as I teased tight circles over her clit. I couldn’t get the right angle because of her belly, so I pulled back, shifting her to sit on the couch as I sank to my knees in front of her.
“Lift, Ally,” I said, my hands on her waistband. Then I was tugging her pants and underwear off her body.
“Fucking perfection,” I growled when she was fully naked in front of me.
“Dom,” she whispered, her hands reaching for me.
“I need to taste you, and this is a better position to drink you in,” I said, draping her legs over my arms. Then I lowered my mouth to her body, dragging my tongue up the length of her slit and moaning against her warm skin.
I widened her legs, shouldering between them. “Tell me if you ache in a bad way.” I gave her a wink and dropped my mouth to her again, pulling on her clit with my lips and devouring every drop she had to give me.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered.
“It’s Dom, actually,” I said, pulling my head back for a second to look up at her.
She gave me a weak smile, then pushed my head back to where we both wanted it to be. Fuck. She was delicious. Every sound she made, every squirm of her hips, and my cock was ready to burst out of my pants.
I palmed my dick with one hand, trying to relieve some of the pressure, while I continued to feast on her clit, sucking her into my mouth.
“I’m so close. Oh yes. Don’t stop,” she moaned as I thrust one finger inside of her, feeling her inner muscles clench around me.
She was fucking beautiful, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I continued to consume her. I needed her to come, desperately. I was barely hanging on, mesmerized by her body quivering above me.
I drew the flat of one hand up the center of her body, cupping her breast as I added a second finger inside of her tight heat, my tongue still teasing her clit.
“Come, Ally,” I growled against her fevered skin.
Her body seized up, and then, with a cry, she fell over the age, her body shuddering as I continued to feast on her.
She was fucking glorious, and I was beyond lucky that she was mine.
Mine.
That should’ve freaked me out more than it did.