Like a fiend, I watch as he uses one hand to turn the wheel and the other to grip the headrest on my seat. The movement causes the cords in his forearms to bulge slightly, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
“You’re scowling right now,” Dominic continues, glancing over at me. “Or at least you were before you started staring at my hands. I didn’t know you had a hand fetish, angel.”
I force myself to meet his gaze. “I don’t. Not usually.”
And it’s the truth. I can’t remember ever being as captivated by a man’s hands, not even Eric’s. They did the same job, but their hands couldn’t have been more different. Eric’s fingers were long and slender. He always did everything with an easy, gentle touch. But Dominic’s hands are bigand rough. Thick, calloused fingers with a confident dexterity that forces you to watch everything they do.
Something flickers behind his eyes, but before I can catch it, he turns his attention back to the road. We fall into a silence that’s not exactly comfortable but not as awkward as it could be as he navigates us through the city, closer to his side of town. After a few minutes, the heart of New Haven comes into view, and my heart starts to beat a little faster. Every bar, restaurant, and club is packed to capacity on Saturdays, and if last night taught me anything, we could run into anyone while we’re out tonight.
I didn’t feel the need to tell Dominic we should avoid places our friends and family frequent, but now that he’s pulling into a parking garage underneath Cerros—one of the most popular hotels in town, revered for its rooftop bar and incredible luxury suites—I’m starting to think I should have.
I shift in my seat, angling my body toward him. “Where are we going?”
It’s a fight to keep my voice even, to sound casual while panic curls around my breastbone. It’s the same thing I felt when Mal showed up at my house this morning and Dominic was sitting at my island sipping coffee like it was completely normal for us to be spending the morning together.
I don’t know why I bother trying to conceal it, because Dominic sees right through me like he always does. He puts the car in park and reaches over to brush his knuckles across my cheek. My eyelids flutter closed for a second. The gesture is calming, settling the nerves in my stomach almost instantly.
“Hey. I’ve got you, okay? I know you’re not ready for anyone to find out about this”—he gestures between us—“just yet, and I’m not either. Not before we have a chance to lay all of our cards on the table.”
There’s a steady certainty to his words that makes it impossible for me not to believe him. In my heart, I know Dominic wouldn’t do anything tojeopardize this thing between us. Whatever it is, it’s as special to him as it is to me. Hopefully, tonight will help me figure out exactly why.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay.”
Dominic searches my face before gifting me with a smile. If I had on any panties, they’d be on the floor right about now. “Okay. Let’s go then.”
He hops out and rounds the car. When he pulls my door open, I have to squeeze my legs together to make sure I don’t flash him. Dominic’s hand returns to my back as we walk to the elevator. We step inside the car, and when he presses the button for the rooftop, a bubble of panic starts to rise in my throat. I force it back down, focusing instead on the handsome man beside me, who’s currently sliding his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.
Deft fingers knead my flesh, searching for a panty line we both know he won’t find. I expect him to stop when he realizes I obeyed his order, but he doesn’t. With all the grace and fluidity of a panther, he moves behind me, pressing the hand that was just on my ass to my stomach and pulling me back into him. Once again, I find him hard as steel, and it sends a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve passed another floor. Dominic runs a hand down the front of my skirt and over my mound. A grunt of satisfaction rumbles out of him as his fingers slip through my folds and find me wet.
“You’re insatiable, angel.” His breath is warm, caressing the shell of my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “Should I make you come before I feed you or after?”
My head falls back against his shoulder. “Both.Please.”
Less than five seconds of his hands on me and I’m already begging. This is what he does to me, dissolves me into a desperate, breathless mess of a woman who doesn’t care about anything as long as he’s touching me with those rough fingers that promise pleasure mixed with a hint of pain.
“Who knew you were such a greedy girl?” Dominic’s lips curve against my skin. “Keep your eyes on the door, love. We wouldn’t want anyone to see how badly you want me.”
There’s a tinge of bitterness coating his words, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Dominic uses one of his feet to shove mine apart, widening my stance and opening me up for him. He dips one finger inside the warm wetness gathered at my core, treating me to several shallow thrusts, before dragging it up to my clit.
I bite my lip and let a small whimper escape me as his fingers swirl around the swollen bundle of nerves, using firm yet gentle pressure to coax my orgasm forward. I can feel it building, gathering low and heavy in the pit of my stomach.
Another ding sounds. We’ve passed another floor. Our journey to the top of the building has, thankfully, been unimpeded thus far, but I don’t know what I’ll do if we stop to let another passenger on. I’d like to believe I would have the decency to stop, but with Dominic’s hands on me, I can’t be certain.
“You’ve got about thirty seconds, angel. Less if this elevator stops and someone else gets on. If that happens, I’ll have to stop taking care of this greedy little pussy and you’ll have to wait until after dinner to come. Is that what you want?”
“N-no,” I breathe, barely containing the moan climbing up my throat.
“It’s not what I want either, baby. I want to hear you scream my name while you make a mess on my hand.” Dominic nips at my neck, dipping his fingers back inside of me before spreading my wetness over my clit again. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Sloane.”
Ecstasy unravels in my veins from his filthy words and his skillful handling of my sensitive flesh. I rock into his hand, feeling the promise of my release curling around the base of my spine. His free hand comes up to my breast, rubbing at the pebbled skin of my nipples through the thinfabric of my camisole. My eyes roll into the back of my head as thousands of shooting stars fire off behind my eyelids. Dominic kisses my temple.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you’re about to come for me?”
I hear his question, but I can’t answer. All of the words that I know have disappeared from my mind. Pushed out by the blood pounding in my ears and the heat from my core threatening to consume every living thing around me.
But once again, he isn’t bothered by my lack of an answer, taking my moans for an answer as he keeps working at me. Each swirl around my swollen and needy nub delivers the perfect amount of pressure, and I can feel my arousal dripping down my leg.
