Rory explores the ink on my chest after her assessment of the one on my shoulder. Her fingertips trace the mountain peaks on the centre of my chest.
“Where is this?” She asks, softly.
“A small town called Rowana Valley near East Tennessee. It’s where our ranch is,” I tell her, thinking of the green rolling fields in our valley, protected by mountains on all sides. Our own little haven. It’s heaven on earth.
“Why did you come to Australia?” Her fingers still their exploring as she awaits my response.
“Mama wanted me to grow up somewhere different,” I say slowly. “Dad’s from here. Mum came for a holiday here after high school and fell in love with Dad. Their parents thought it was crazy when Dad moved to America after six weeks of knowing someone. It was always their plan to come back one day.”
Rory nods. Her fingers continue their journey, leaving the mountains to find another. She enquires about that one and I explain it. Then she goes to the next, and the next until I’ve bared my soul to her.
Her fingers trail from my chest down,down.
“Do you have tattoos anywhere else?” She questions, huskily, seeing the ink that goes past the waistband of my boxers.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out.” I smirk as she shivers at my unintentionally strong southern accent. Her and Alec…I love her reaction to my drawl.
Heat flares in those multi-coloured eyes. I throw caution to the wind and grab her hips. I roll us so that she’s on top, straddling me. I watch for her reaction as she settles down on me.
She lowers her lips until they’re a breath from mine. She looks up at me through her long, dark eyelashes. I raise my head, my mouth barely grazing her’s.
Ball’s in your court, Sweetheart.
After a moment’s consideration, her lips meet mine. We both groan and she deepens our kiss.
Unable to keep from taking over, my hands slide up her shirt, barely brushing under her chest before moving to take possession of her hips.
Her hands cup my face as she leads our dance of lips and tongues. At the first taste, her tongue carefully seeking mine, sweetness hitting mine. I growl, losing my last bit of self control.
I flip us, pinning Rory against the bed with my body. Her hair flays out along the pillow, her hands happy with the change in positions as they explore my body.
She kisses me eagerly, stealing away the last bit of concern I had about pushing the limits.
My tongue moves against hers like an erotic dance, exploring each other.
I painstakingly drag my lips away. Her whimper of frustration turns to a breathy moan when I suck on the inside of her neck.
“Dom.” She groans, clutching me tightly. I chuckle. The rumble of my chest has Rory’s nails pressing into my skin.
“You want me to make you feel good, baby?” I remove my lips from her skin to pull back and meet her eyes.
“Please,”she whispers, her lower half shifting beneath me.
I kiss her deeply before leisurely trailing a path of kisses down her neck to her chest. I glance up, needing her confirmation and she nods.
That’s all I need for me to slowly push up her shirt. Fuuuck, she’s killing me.
Her necklace is on a long thin chain that nestles between her boobs. My fingers trail over the six tiny stones on the pendant.
Rory shivers slightly as the tips of my fingers graze her skin.
All thinking goes out the window when I lower my mouth around her peaked nipple, my tongue circling it.
Rory moans, her hands moving to clutch my hair. I grin wickedly, extracting another breathy moan from her when I do it again. Her hand tightens on my hair.
I switch to the other one, gently biting down when she tugs on my hair. Her groans cause my mouth to vibrate around her nipple, the other still standing at attention as I knead it with my hand.
“Dom.” Rory firmly pulls on my hair, a moan mixed in with her words.“Please,”she begs.
