“Right,” he mumbled against my skin as his lips dragged along my bare exposed back. “Because all I could think about was this.”
A loud mewl escaped me as his lips lingered on the sensitive slope of my lower back. I reached back to slide my now open dress down my arms when he playfully swatted my hand away.
“Not yet, sweetheart.”
I turned to where Dominic was crouched on the floor behind me.
“Not yet?”
“Nope,” he said, turning me around again and drifting his hand up the inside of my damp thigh. “There’s one thing I want to do first, and it’s hotter if the dress is still on.” He wrapped his hand around my ankle, his sexy brow quirked up. “Hotter with the heels, too.”
He dipped his head to lick a path up to the apex of my thighs. My clit had its own heartbeat and pounded harder the closer his mouth came to where I needed him.
“Holy shit, Dominic. Stop torturing me.”
I grumbled when his laugh vibrated against my leg.
“Would I do that?” He shot me a crooked smile as his thumbs hooked into my panties, dragging them down until they pooled at my feet.
“A job worth doing is worth doing right.” He hooked my leg over his shoulder and buried his head between my legs.
I cried out, not caring if The Beach Pub crowd downstairs heard me as Dominic licked his way around my pussy as if he were reacquainting himself with an old friend. He still knew where I needed tiny kisses and where to bite and suck, the both of us moaning at the same time when he hit all my favorite spots. My fingers speared into his hair, my hips bucking against his mouth before I fell back onto the edge of his bed. My hand was still wrapped around a fistful of Dominic’s hair as my elbow anchored onto the mattress for balance.
His gaze slid up to mine as he stood, a wicked smile curving his wet lips. My back fell against the bed as he grabbed my other leg and rested both of my ankles on his shoulders.
“I’d never let you fall,” he whispered, lifting my hips towards his mouth and diving back in between my legs. He kissed me deep and long, killing me with every swipe of his tongue. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and chuckled to myself a moment. Moving on from him, from this, was never possible, and I’d been a jackass for even fooling myself with an attempt.
“Is that good, sweetheart?” He peered up at me before he licked along his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering as if I were the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Too good.” I panted out. “It was always too damn good—”
My orgasm rippled in my lower spine and ricocheted down my legs, the lower half of my body shuddering against his mattress.
“Think anyone heard me?” I asked, my voice hoarse from screaming Dominic’s name.
He stood, peeling his shirt off with a shrug. “Downstairs or back in Queens? Either way, I’d say, yes, pretty sure they, and everyone in between, heard you.”
I shoved his shoulder as he settled himself on top of me, my eyes falling on the tattoo spanning from his shoulder down to his bicep. It was a reminder of our time apart, and what had broken us apart. The tribute to his mother memorialized a deep scar for us both. I shut my eyes, a reflex to throw the errant thought out of my head.
If I was doing this, ifwewere doing this, I’d have to make amends with all the ghosts of our past and eventually come clean about one that only I carried.
“Hey, where’d you go?” he crooned, cupping my cheek.
“Right here, babe,” I whispered, grabbing his wrist. “Nowhere else for me to be.”
“Hearing you call me babe is everything. Everyfuckingthing. Time to take this off.” A grin split his mouth before he came back to my lips. He inched my dress down from where it hung off my elbows. I lifted my hips, smiling when he dropped kisses on my knee before he slipped it off and threw it onto the floor, a swoosh filling the silence when it landed on the carpet.
“These, too.” I looped my finger into the waistband of his pants and yanked him closer. He opened his belt buckle and popped open the button. I slid my hand inside and wrapped it around his length. He was still perfect. Smooth and long, velvet steel against my palm. His shoulders slumped with a tortured groan as I stroked him up and down, making circles with the sticky drops at the crown.
I let go when he slid his pants over his hips, his cock bouncing against his stomach when he stood to kick them off. My God, he was still so beautiful. Slightly more muscular than I remembered, especially across his chest and down his stomach, the dusting of hair over his strong torso making my fingers itch to sift through it as I kissed him everywhere.
“There you go again.” His hungry, dark eyes met mine. “Looking at me like that.”
“Like how?” I sat up, skimming my hands up his bare thighs. “Like I want to eat you alive?” I bent down to take him in my mouth and whimpered around his cock. I’d missed this so much. He never let me do it for very long, but I reveled in how he’d turn to a puddle of incoherent mush the deeper I’d take him to the back of my throat.
“Please, baby,” his tortured voice was low and husky. “As good as your sweet mouth is, I need to come inside you.” He pulled my head back, his cock falling out of my mouth with a wet pop.
I licked my lips and reached back to unhook my bra, flinging it along with the rest of our clothes.
