The late August air swirls around us, but all I feel is the heat pouring off of him.
“Don’t make jokes about my mouth right now, Sloane.”
I give him my best pout, pushing out my freshly glossed lips and loving the way his expression darkens when he tracks the movement with his eyes.
“Why? Are you feeling sensitive about it?”
He tugs on my hand, and I step forward until my breasts are pressed into his chest. My nipples tighten almost instantly at the contact. Dominic’s hands go to my hips. His fingers are warm, and they dig into my flesh, squeezing just a bit as he looks down at me.
“No, angel. I’m not feeling sensitive about it, but Iamtrying to resist the urge to pin you against your door and show you exactly how well my mouth works. I thought I showed you last night, but I guess you need a reminder.”
Yes, please.My thighs clench, and I lift my chin, silently begging him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips against mine, to relish the slide of his tongue as he tastes me. God, I don’t know when this obsession with him got so strong, but I don’t plan on doing anything to stop it.
“Mm-hmm.” I fist his shirt in my hand. The fabric is soft and smells like him. “A reminder sounds amazing. Let’s do that instead of dinner.”
Dominic’s lips skate over mine. “Trust me, Sloane. You’re going to want to go to dinner. The payoff will most definitely be worth it.”
His warm breath mixes with mine, smelling like mint and oranges, and the only thing I want to eat for dinner is him. But the suggestive promise in his words is too much for me to ignore. If getting through a meal is the only thing standing between me and a replay of last night, this time featuring a naked Dominic, then I’ll happily scarf down my food. I stand on my tiptoes, hoping to get closer to him. I want him to initiate and control the kiss, because if I do it, I’m going to maul him right here on my porch.
“For both of us?”
Because another sexual encounter between us without him getting anything out of it, besides me coming on whatever part of his body he’s using to please me, just seems unfair. He has to be sporting a major set of blue balls by now, and I’m desperate to give him as much pleasure as he’s given me.
Finally, his lips touch mine. It’s a short, chaste kiss that makes mesmile, but his eyes are serious when he pulls back to look at me. “Are you under the impression that what we’ve done together so far hasn’t been worth it for me?”
There he goes again, reading me like a damn book.
“Maybe.” I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy about voicing my concerns about his pleasure or lack thereof. “I mean, it’s not like you’ve actually, uh…finished while we’ve been together.”
He gives me an amused smirk. “Don’t worry about me, angel. I’ve gottenmorethan enough pleasure from watching you come.”
This time my pout is real. “Dominic, we both know there’s only so much pleasure you can get from watching me, and besides, I want to—”
I stop short because I honestly don’t know what I was going to say, and the last thing I want to do is let one of the scenarios from my ridiculous dreams pass through my lips.
Me wide open and dripping for him. Dominic’s hands gripping my waist, yanking me down the bed and straight onto his dick.
Him fucking me from behind, his rough hands fisted in my hair as he pounds into me over and over again. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass as he bottoms out inside me with every thrust.
His large frame covering me. Our skin sticky with sweat and desire as he presses a soft kiss to my shoulder and whispers, “Come for me, Sloane.”
A shiver rolls through me as the images flit through my mind, reminding me exactly why I shouldn’t finish my sentence. There are too many possible endings, all of which would be incredibly embarrassing to express to him. There are a lot of things I want to do tonight, but dying from mortification is not one of them.
Dominic watches me, and I feel an embarrassing blush creeping up into my cheeks. He knows exactly what I’m thinking, and I wonder if I’ll ever be able to stop my wayward thoughts from flashing across my face like a neon sign.
“Let’s go, angel.” He places his hand at the small of my back and ushers me off the porch. I follow him on unsteady legs and thank God that I decided not to wear heels tonight. “You can tell me about all the dirty things you want to do to me in the car.”
I don’t answer—mainly because I still can’t believe that he reads me so well—and Dominic’s lips twitch with amusement. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything else as he opens the car door for me and I climb inside.
I’m just securing my seat belt when Dominic folds himself into the driver’s seat. He’s still fighting back a smile, but there’s something tender in his eyes when he looks over at me. His gaze is like the caress of reverent fingertips, slipping over my features, down the curve of my neck, and straight to the bit of cleavage left exposed by my top.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’ve just realized I can say you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen without you biting my head off or doing that sexy little scowl that makes your nose scrunch up like you’ve smelled something rotten.”
My mouth drops open. “I don’t scowl!”
“Is that all you got from that, Sloane?” Dominic shakes his head as he starts the car and backs out of my driveway.
