21. Bree
The most magnificent sight sprawled out before us. I slid off the bike and removed my helmet, leaving it on the seat before I climbed up onto a large rock to see better.
We had parked between trees near the edge of a river. The water fell over a series of steep, jagged rocks and created beautifully cascading waterfalls. Roaring as they stretched across the expanse, the falls sent spray up into the air and created rainbows everywhere I looked.
I breathed in deeply, smiling. The water smelled so much fresher here than in the city, which wasn’t surprising considering how far upstream we must have been.
On the opposite side of the river, people gathered along rocks and wooden decks overlooking the falls. They looked like crawling ants from this distance.
“What is this place?”
“Great Falls,” Dominic said, his voice deeper than usual.
As I tore my gaze away from the scenery to check on him, the wind whipped my hair across my face.
He still sat on his bike, but his eyes blazed with carnal hunger. He removed his helmet and let it drop to the ground. “You have never looked more like a goddess than you do right now. Come here.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate to obey his command. I stepped down from the rock and approached him.
With a low growl, he drew me onto his lap, facing him. He lowered his head to my throat and dragged his nose up my skin. His lips brushed against me softly, and goosebumps rose across my entire body.
Oh, sweet pearl of Tethys.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, that he wanted me this way. I’d dreamed of something like this happening with him years ago, but I’d long since given up those fantasies until two days ago.
After our steamy kiss on the National Mall, those fantasies reignited like fireworks on the fourth of July. And despite his promise to make up for the interruption that night, I’d assumed that date was a one-time deal, especially since I hadn’t seen him since.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” His voice was low and dangerous, and he grazed his teeth across the sensitive skin of my neck.
I tilted my head to the side, granting him better access, and moved my hands up his chest to grip his jacket. My body was on fire with need. “Oh, I have an idea.”
His hands grasped my thighs and squeezed tight.
Gasping as his grip did wild things to my insides, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and tugged his face to mine. I needed more from him, much more. Our lips touched, and lightning struck within me.
His hands moved to my waist, slipping underneath my shirt to touch my bare skin.
I moaned against him, his rock-hard length pressing into me through his jeans. Loving the way he felt, loving the way I felt when he touched me, I still wanted more. There was no doubt in my mind where this was headed, and I was more than ready.
Except…
Despite the wondrous feelings, my hesitant thoughts threatened to halt everything. Dominic ignited something within me, an almost primal craving. But I knew his reputation.
He might say everything right, make me feel special and desired, but actions spoke louder than words. This could be just another conquest for him. Nothing more than a tick on a scoresheet. He might get what he wanted and then move on, as he always did.
For some reason, I didn’t care.
Not truly. I wanted to throw caution to the wind for the once-in-a-lifetime chance of seeing and touching more of him. I longed to know what it felt like to be with the Red Dragon so intimately, even if it was over after today.
I made my decision.
Without breaking the kiss, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms.
He tossed it to the side, and I wasted no time slipping my hands beneath his shirt. We pulled apart long enough to get the shirt over his head, and I stared in wonder at his perfectly sculpted, bronze body, running my fingertips across his smooth chest.
It was one thing to touch him while pretending to be a masseuse, and a whole other thing to touch him like this, to know his skin was hot because of me. The urge to be skin-to-skin became unbearable.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I yanked it over my head and dropped it.
His gaze dipped to my confined breasts, rising and falling with my ragged breaths, and his pupils constricted. His palms, rough with callouses, slid up my back to unclasp my bra.
Thank Tethys, I’d opted for my newest—though still humble and simple—bra rather than one of the ratty old ones. I slid the straps down my arms, watching for his reaction as I removed the bra completely.
Crimson flared to life within his irises, and his erection pulsed beneath me. He ran his hands up my sides to cup each breast in his palms.
It was all I could do not to moan again, so I bit my lip to hold it in.
With a deep growl, he reached up and dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, tugging it free of my teeth. “No, don’t you dare hold back. You are a goddess, Bree. Every pleasure in this world should be yours.”
I stared at him, breathless. Not that I had many men to compare Dominic to besides book boyfriends, but no man had ever spoken to me like that before. No man outside my fantasies, anyway. “You say that to all your conquests?”
“No.” He narrowed his gaze. Not in anger but in pure, unbridled desire. “I’ve only met one goddess—you. And you are far from a conquest.”
Talk about making my panties drop.
Not literally, of course, considering how we were sitting.
As if sharing that thought, he gently pushed me back against the handlebars and lifted my hips. As he pulled my leggings and underwear down and off my legs, his hungry gaze roved over every naked inch of me.
Despite the day’s warmth, I shivered, though I was far from cold. I might not have been a virgin, but I rarely exposed myself like this to a man, so fully. I felt vulnerable in a weirdly sexy way.
Slowly, he slid his hands up my legs, spreading them wide before him. As he drank in the sight between my legs, he let out a tortured groan and squeezed my thighs.
The sound rumbled through me, teasing my core into a frenzy. Unable to restrain myself, I gasped and arched my back, thrusting my breasts upward.
He dipped his head to my breast, taking my nipple into his hot mouth and sucking hard.
A cry of startled pleasure escaped my lips. My few sexual experiences had always been on a bed in a darkened room. They’d never included much more than a quick make-out session followed by even quicker sex. Fun but fast, and very little in the way of groping and foreplay.
This slow exploration was new and oh so deliciously excruciating, reminding me of steamy romance books I’d read. I was pleasantly surprised to find how much I liked it happening to me. I reached between us to unbutton his jeans.
Except his hand grabbed mine, stopping me. He released my nipple with a pop and secured both my hands in one strong grip above my head.
In a breathy daze, I blinked at him, confused and needing more.
His lips tilted up into a wicked smirk. “Let me worship you.”
Before I could ask what that meant, he slid his free hand between my legs and slipped a finger inside me. “Fuck. You’re already so wet for me, Bree.”
I moaned, loving the sensations he provoked with each stroke. His touch was pure ecstasy, and I was high as a kite. I gripped my hands together above my head, unable to do much else with them restrained in this way, and rocked against his palm between my legs.
He slid another finger inside and moved his hand faster. Diving deeper, his fingers curled with each thrust while his thumb swirled against my clit.
His amber gaze never left mine, but try as I might, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My eyelids fluttered shut, and I dropped my head back against the bike, ecstasy flowing through my veins like a drug.
He was ruining me in the best way imaginable.
“Nic…” My breaths came out faster and shallower. The promised release built as I whimpered and rocked, and I feared for a brief moment that I might tip the entire bike over.
Then suddenly, my world exploded.
I cried out as I climaxed, squeezing my thighs against him, my back arching off the bike. My body shuddered with each pleasurable wave crashing through me.
When I finally slumped back against the bike, panting heavily, Dominic released my hands and slid his fingers out. His gaze was still fixed on mine as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked the fingers that were inside me as if devouring his favorite meal.
The move was so erotic and nothing I’d ever expected to enjoy watching. I was sure it had a lot to do with the man doing it. Even though I’d just orgasmed, my body throbbed with the need for more.
He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. “You are unbelievable.”
“Me?” Chuckling, I ran my fingers through his dark hair. The strands were as silky as I expected. “You did all the work.”
He kissed his way up my neck to my jaw. “Very few women let themselves go the way you just did.”
Heat rose in my cheeks, and my fingers stilled in his hair. “What do you mean?”
Dominic ran his thumb across my lips, tempting me to capture it in my mouth. “The noises you made. It was all I could do to hold back until you came.”
Covering my face with my hands, I laughed softly. “Oh my good gravy.”
He pulled my hands away. “I loved every fucking sound.” To prove his point, he rocked his hips forward against my still-sensitive core, his hard length rubbing me through his jeans.
I gasped as the friction sent aftershocks shooting through my body. I was more than willing to go again, only this time I wanted him completely.
But once again, he stopped me as I reached for his jeans.
“Today was just for you, my goddess.” He grabbed my leggings and underwear from the seat behind him. After gently slipping each of my legs inside, he slid them up and over my hips. His gaze captured mine before dipping to my swollen lips. “But I promise you this: you’ll be screaming my name until your throat is raw, every time I fuck you.”
Well, that settled it—I was in big trouble.
Because whatever my future held, I knew Dominic would be part of it.