My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as his hands slide down my back, lifting me against him.
I'm crossing a line I can't uncross.
Tomorrow, I'll have to face what this means for my investigation, for my career, for everything I thought I stood for.
But right now, with Dom's hands claiming my body, I can't bring myself to care.
"This doesn't change anything," I gasp as his lips trace a path down my neck.
I feel his smile against my skin. "It changes everything, Olivia. You just haven't admitted it yet."
The terrifying truth is that I'm afraid he might be right.
DOM
I swear to God I didn’t come here to touch Olivia. But the more I’m with her, the more we spar, the more need coils until I can’t fucking think straight.
I press Olivia against the wall, deepening our kiss as her fingers tangle in my hair.
Her body arches into mine, igniting a fire I can't control. This woman, an FBI agent who wants to jail me, has me completely undone.
My body throbs with need. I just want to sink into her until oblivion overtakes me.
But I succumbed to desperate need last time, taking her on the dining table.
Tonight, I want a bed.
I sweep her into my arms. She weighs almost nothing, all lean muscle and soft curves.
"What are you doing?" She grips my shoulders, not struggling but definitely startled.
"Taking you to bed." I navigate through her apartment, instinctively knowing which door leads to her bedroom. "Unless you have objections, Agent Ricci?"
Her arms tighten around my neck. “I’m sure there are many, but none are coming to mind right now.”
Good. This attraction is messing up her mind as much as it fucks with mine. This is dangerous for both of us, but as I lay her down on the bed, I can't bring myself to care about the consequences.
Not tonight.
I lower myself over her, our lips colliding with an urgency that sends electricity through my veins. Her hands are everywhere, clawing at my shirt, raking through my hair, pulling me closer as if she can't bear any space between us.
I’m not much better. It’s like I don’t know where to start so I try to touch her everywhere at once.
We roll across her bed, a tangle of limbs and half-removed clothing. My shirt disappears, her blouse follows, buttons scattering across the floor in our desperation to touch.
The feel of her skin against mine is intoxicating. Every brush of her fingertips leaves fire in its wake. I've never wanted someone with such intensity. It's maddening.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, as I fumble with the clasp of her bra, needing to see those round soft tits of hers. Her hand is down my pants, gripping my dick as I rock into her.
More. Faster. Now.
The thoughts collide, stealing my control.
“Fuck.” I growl and force myself to stop. Last time we did this in a blur of need and release, taking what we both wanted without thought. Tonight, I want to take my time especially since when it’s over, she’ll likely regret it and send me packing again.
Confusion flashes across her face. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I brush a strand of hair from her flushed face. "I just want to slow down."
