“Dominic, no.”
“Why not? We already know we’re attracted to each other, and I’ve got to be a better option than some random guy Mal scraped up for you. I know you, angel.” His eyes glitter dangerously, and I can practically see his synapses firing as he lists off all the reasons I should use him, the man who started this problem in the first place, to fix it. “After Tuesday, I understand what even the most basic physical situation means to you, and I’ll make sure you feel comfortable and safe going into it. Can you honestly say you’d trust someone else to do that for you?”
For a second, I’m captivated by the certainty lining his features. It’s contagious, spilling into the air and wrapping around my lungs. But then I remember his reaction to what happened between us and come back to reality.
“No, but I don’t think I can trust you to do that for me either.”
He frowns. “Why not?”
“Because you regret what happened on Tuesday.”
That was the only plausible explanation I could come up with when I noticed how cold he was being the next day, and it made perfect sense to me that he might have felt that way. Eric was like his brother, and being with me must have felt like betraying him.
While I’m lost in my thoughts, Dominic closes the space between us, and I don’t make a move to block him. In the blink of an eye, he’s back between my legs, cradling my face in his hands and staring down at me with raw, brutal emotion.
“Sloane, theonlypart of Tuesday I regret is not thinking about how you would feel after the moment passed.” He gives me a rueful grin. “I know it might make me sound like a bastard, but the rest of it is inconsequential.”
“You’re not a bastard.”
A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Oh, but I am, angel. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be considering ripping your panties off, eating your pussy until you scream the walls down, and sending you back to your date with the juices of your orgasm running down your thighs.”
My heartbeat drops between my legs. A delicious swirl of anticipation curls low in my belly at the thought of Dominic’s tongue gliding through my wet folds. Unfortunately, it’s quickly followed by panic. Not about someone walking in on us or facing Ash after letting this man have his way with me.
Though those are somewhere on the list.
But at the possibility of losing it in front of Dominic once I come down from whatever heights his wicked mouth sends me to. He presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Don’t worry. I’m not giving you another orgasm until I can tie you down and make damn sure you can’t walk out on me again.”
“And what’s going to stop you from ignoring me again?”
“The thought of you in another man’s arms.” He nips a line down my neck, scraping his teeth across my skin and then sucking gently on the abused flesh. “I want to kill Mal for setting you up with that fucker.”
A moan climbs up my throat, but I bite it back. “Ash is nice.”
Dominic pulls back, and the loss of contact has protest flooding my veins. “Ashis a dead man if he lays another finger on you.”
“He’s my date, Dominic. And you—”
“AndIam the only man that’s allowed to touch you, angel. I’ll give you a pass for tonight since you came here with him, but after that, all bets are off.”
Fury rolls through me. Leave it to Dominic to be making declarations about what I can and can’t do with my date while he’s here with a woman he’s fucked countless times. I shove at his chest again and hop down from the sink to fix my dress when he moves away.
“Does that go for you and Kristen too, or am I supposed to join your little situationship with a smile on my face?”
A smug smirk curves his lips as he stares at me without saying a word. I shake my head in disbelief, wondering why I was even considering taking him up on his offer. I move past him, intent on leaving him and his infuriating face standing in the middle of a women’s bathroom, but I’ve only taken a few steps toward the door when his hand wraps around my wrist and yanks me back into his arms.
Thanks to my heels, the curve of my ass is perfectly lined up with his crotch. He’s rock hard, and when he rolls his hips into me, I’m certain it’s just to make sure I can feel it. He smiles against the side of my neck.
“Jealousy is such a good look on you, I almost hate to say I haven’t fucked Kristen, or anyone else, in a month. You’re the only person I want, which is why I’m offering myself to you so readily.” His voice is a dark promise and a lullaby all in one. I could listen to him whisper in my earlike this all day. “I’ll do whatever it takes to have you, including letting you use me to fulfill every need and desire you have, but that kind of privilege comes with some rules. Do you want to hear them, angel?”
“Yes,” I murmur, because of course I want to hear his fucking rules.
“I’ll tell you at dinner tomorrow if—” He drops a kiss behind my ear as one of his hands coasts overs my breast and down my torso before coming to a rest on my lower belly. Just a few inches above the part of me that’s slick with need for him.
“If?” I whisper breathlessly, knowing I probably won’t like this next part, but accepting that I’ll do anything he wants me to.
“If you go out there and tell your date you’re not feeling well and need to go home.”
