“I loveyou, Dominic. Then, now, and always.”
She lowered her lips to mine with slow tiny pecks that made the blood sing in my veins. I glided my tongue along the seam of her lips, and they parted on a sweet moan. Instead of devouring her in a frenzied hunger like I did last night, I savored her slowly, reveling in how her body rocked against mine on the floor just enough for my growing erection to swipe at her core. The more she moved, the more her shorts inched up her thighs.
“Just one favor,” she asked, chasing her breath after we broke apart.
“Anything, sweetheart.” I weaved my hand around a fistful of her hair.
“Please don’t break me again,” she pleaded in a breathless whisper.
“Believe me when I tell you that I will never lose you again. You’ll have to fight me off. ”
She covered my mouth with hers, our kiss igniting as I fell back against the carpet. We pulled at each other’s clothes as we wrestled back and forth on the floor, a mess of lips, tongues, and impatience.
“All I’ll ever want is you. And you in these shorts—”
She straightened to peel her tank top off, throwing it in my face before she unhooked her bra and threw it behind her.
“And you still talk too much.” She climbed on top of me and brought her lips back to mine. I rubbed my hands up and down her naked back and shut the hell up.
I finally had my girl back. There was nothing else to say.
33
Thea
Dominic was wrappedaround me like a hot, muscular vine. His arms were cinched around my waist and his head was buried into the crook of my neck. I used to have to elbow him in his sleep to get him to loosen his grip, but I didn’t want to this morning. After all those mornings of waking up lonely—even when I hadn’t been alone—I enjoyed having him all around me.
I settled into the pillow, smiling at his sigh of satisfaction when I scratched my nails up and down his arm. For the first time that I could remember in a long time, I woke up light and happy with a mix of joy and relief coursing through me, although there was still a twinge of guilt.
Last night had been the perfect opportunity to unload the burden I’d been carrying since that night in the emergency room, but I didn’t want to ruin anything when things were so perfect.
Especially, when they seemed a little too perfect.
“Hey, why did you stop?” He moved his head and dragged light kisses over the nape of my neck.
“Because it’s time to wake up.” I managed to squirm enough away from Dominic to glance at my phone on my bedside table. “It’s almost ten.”
“I have nowhere to be,” his voice was husky and still full of sleep as his hand drifted up my torso to cup my breast. My nipple pebbled against his fingers as I leaned into the delicious poking at my back. “And neither do you.”
“Yeah, but…” I lost my train of thought as my head sank deeper into the pillow. His hand drifted lower and settled between my legs. He groaned and hissed out a curse when he found me already wet. I never needed much prep time when it came to Dominic. He just needed to be there, and I loved that he was.
“There’s my girl,” he growled into my ear, my hips following the tiny circles he made around my clit, getting me wetter and harder with each go around.
“Aren’t you hungry?” My legs fell open as I whimpered, both craving the release so badly my eyes teared but wishing it away so I could enjoy it.
“Starving,” he growled, sinking his teeth into my neck. I traced my finger along the bite marks indented into my skin, hoping it didn’t leave a mark.
“I can’t go to work with a hickey, you animal,” I tried to scold but the words came out in a needy, breathless whisper.
“Then I better leave the marks where no one can see.” He cupped my chin and turned my face towards his, giving me a deep but quick kiss.
He lifted the sheets and climbed on top of me, setting between my legs as he trailed open-mouthed kisses from the middle of my collarbone, down my stomach, stopping right before the ache between my legs. I cried out when he sucked on the damp skin inside my thigh, knowing I’d have a big bruise and not caring in the least.
He raised his head, licking his lips. I glanced at the red and swollen welt in the shape of his mouth and instead of being pissed off, I loved it. I looked back at him with a sleepy smile and speared my hand through his hair, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him toward where my body was almost screaming for him.
“Mine,” he whispered, giving the growing bruise a quick lick before he dove between my legs, sucking on my clit with the same ferocity. I fisted the tangled sheets around me as my legs flailed back and forth, the rippling up and down my spine both too much and not enough.
I grabbed one of the pillows and held it over my face, screaming into it as I came apart on his tongue, every nerve ending from my hips to my toes sparking to life.
