Chapter 19 Sloane #2
His warm breath mixes with mine, smelling like mint and oranges, and the only thing I want to eat for dinner is him.
But the suggestive promise in his words is too much for me to ignore.
If getting through a meal is the only thing standing between me and a replay of last night, this time featuring a naked Dominic, then I’ll happily scarf down my food.
I stand on my tiptoes, hoping to get closer to him.
I want him to initiate and control the kiss, because if I do it, I’m going to maul him right here on my porch.
“For both of us?”
Because another sexual encounter between us without him getting anything out of it, besides me coming on whatever part of his body he’s using to please me, just seems unfair. He has to be sporting a major set of blue balls by now, and I’m desperate to give him as much pleasure as he’s given me.
Finally, his lips touch mine. It’s a short, chaste kiss that makes me smile, but his eyes are serious when he pulls back to look at me. “Are you under the impression that what we’ve done together so far hasn’t been worth it for me?”
There he goes again, reading me like a damn book.
“Maybe.” I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy about voicing my concerns about his pleasure or lack thereof. “I mean, it’s not like you’ve actually, uh…finished while we’ve been together.”
He gives me an amused smirk. “Don’t worry about me, angel. I’ve gotten more than enough pleasure from watching you come.”
This time my pout is real. “Dominic, we both know there’s only so much pleasure you can get from watching me, and besides, I want to—”
I stop short because I honestly don’t know what I was going to say, and the last thing I want to do is let one of the scenarios from my ridiculous dreams pass through my lips.
Me wide open and dripping for him. Dominic’s hands gripping my waist, yanking me down the bed and straight onto his dick.
Him fucking me from behind, his rough hands fisted in my hair as he pounds into me over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass as he bottoms out inside me with every thrust.
His large frame covering me. Our skin sticky with sweat and desire as he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder and whispers, “Come for me, Sloane.”
A shiver rolls through me as the images flit through my mind, reminding me exactly why I shouldn’t finish my sentence.
There are too many possible endings, all of which would be incredibly embarrassing to express to him.
There are a lot of things I want to do tonight, but dying from mortification is not one of them.
Dominic watches me, and I feel an embarrassing blush creeping up into my cheeks. He knows exactly what I’m thinking, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to stop my wayward thoughts from flashing across my face like a neon sign.
“Let’s go, angel.” He places his hand at the small of my back and ushers me off the porch. I follow him on unsteady legs and thank God that I decided not to wear heels tonight. “You can tell me about all the dirty things you want to do to me in the car.”
I don’t answer—mainly because I still can’t believe that he reads me so well—and Dominic’s lips twitch with amusement. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything else as he opens the car door for me and I climb inside.
I’m just securing my seat belt when Dominic folds himself into the driver’s seat.
He’s still fighting back a smile, but there’s something tender in his eyes when he looks over at me.
His gaze is like the caress of reverent fingertips, slipping over my features, down the curve of my neck, and straight to the bit of cleavage left exposed by my top.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’ve just realized I can say you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen without you biting my head off or doing that sexy little scowl that makes your nose scrunch up like you’ve smelled something rotten.”
My mouth drops open. “I don’t scowl!”
“Is that all you got from that, Sloane?” Dominic shakes his head as he starts the car and backs out of my driveway.
Like a fiend, I watch as he uses one hand to turn the wheel and the other to grip the headrest on my seat. The movement causes the cords in his forearms to bulge slightly, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
“You’re scowling right now,” Dominic continues, glancing over at me. “Or at least you were before you started staring at my hands. I didn’t know you had a hand fetish, angel.”
I force myself to meet his gaze. “I don’t. Not usually.”
And it’s the truth. I can’t remember ever being as captivated by a man’s hands, not even Eric’s.
They did the same job, but their hands couldn’t have been more different.
Eric’s fingers were long and slender. He always did everything with an easy, gentle touch.
But Dominic’s hands are big and rough. Thick, calloused fingers with a confident dexterity that forces you to watch everything they do.
Something flickers behind his eyes, but before I can catch it, he turns his attention back to the road.
We fall into a silence that’s not exactly comfortable but not as awkward as it could be as he navigates us through the city, closer to his side of town.
After a few minutes, the heart of New Haven comes into view, and my heart starts to beat a little faster.
Every bar, restaurant, and club is packed to capacity on Saturdays, and if last night taught me anything, we could run into anyone while we’re out tonight.
I didn’t feel the need to tell Dominic we should avoid places our friends and family frequent, but now that he’s pulling into a parking garage underneath Cerros—one of the most popular hotels in town, revered for its rooftop bar and incredible luxury suites—I’m starting to think I should have.
I shift in my seat, angling my body toward him. “Where are we going?”
It’s a fight to keep my voice even, to sound casual while panic curls around my breastbone. It’s the same thing I felt when Mal showed up at my house this morning and Dominic was sitting at my island sipping coffee like it was completely normal for us to be spending the morning together.
I don’t know why I bother trying to conceal it, because Dominic sees right through me like he always does.
He puts the car in park and reaches over to brush his knuckles across my cheek.
My eyelids flutter closed for a second. The gesture is calming, settling the nerves in my stomach almost instantly.
“Hey. I’ve got you, okay? I know you’re not ready for anyone to find out about this”—he gestures between us—“just yet, and I’m not either. Not before we have a chance to lay all of our cards on the table.”
There’s a steady certainty to his words that makes it impossible for me not to believe him. In my heart, I know Dominic wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this thing between us. Whatever it is, it’s as special to him as it is to me. Hopefully, tonight will help me figure out exactly why.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay.”
Dominic searches my face before gifting me with a smile. If I had on any panties, they’d be on the floor right about now. “Okay. Let’s go then.”
He hops out and rounds the car. When he pulls my door open, I have to squeeze my legs together to make sure I don’t flash him.
Dominic’s hand returns to my back as we walk to the elevator.
We step inside the car, and when he presses the button for the rooftop, a bubble of panic starts to rise in my throat.
I force it back down, focusing instead on the handsome man beside me, who’s currently sliding his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.
Deft fingers knead my flesh, searching for a panty line we both know he won’t find.
I expect him to stop when he realizes I obeyed his order, but he doesn’t.
With all the grace and fluidity of a panther, he moves behind me, pressing the hand that was just on my ass to my stomach and pulling me back into him.
Once again, I find him hard as steel, and it sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve passed another floor. Dominic runs a hand down the front of my skirt and over my mound. A grunt of satisfaction rumbles out of him as his fingers slip through my folds and find me wet.
“You’re insatiable, angel.” His breath is warm, caressing the shell of my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “Should I make you come before I feed you or after?”
My head falls back against his shoulder. “Both. Please.”
Less than five seconds of his hands on me and I’m already begging. This is what he does to me, dissolves me into a desperate, breathless mess of a woman who doesn’t care about anything as long as he’s touching me with those rough fingers that promise pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
“Who knew you were such a greedy girl?” Dominic’s lips curve against my skin. “Keep your eyes on the door, love. We wouldn’t want anyone to see how badly you want me.”
There’s a tinge of bitterness coating his words, but I don’t have time to dwell on it.
Dominic uses one of his feet to shove mine apart, widening my stance and opening me up for him.
He dips one finger inside the warm wetness gathered at my core, treating me to several shallow thrusts, before dragging it up to my clit.
I bite my lip and let a small whimper escape me as his fingers swirl around the swollen bundle of nerves, using firm yet gentle pressure to coax my orgasm forward. I can feel it building, gathering low and heavy in the pit of my stomach.
Another ding sounds. We’ve passed another floor.
Our journey to the top of the building has, thankfully, been unimpeded thus far, but I don’t know what I’ll do if we stop to let another passenger on.
I’d like to believe I would have the decency to stop, but with Dominic’s hands on me, I can’t be certain.