“What?!” Rafe booms but Dom just squeezes my hand and leads us around him.
“Sorry bud,” Dom says. “I have something more important to do.”
“What could you possibly have to do that could be more important than our match, Wolfe?” Rafe shouts.
Dom looks over his shoulder at me with a smile and then looks at Rafe. “My fiancé.”
Chapter 33
Mila
“I can’t believeyou did that,” I say as Dom throws the car in park and gets out, running around to my side to open my door.
“I can punch Rafe in the face any time I feel like it,” he says, pulling me against him and closing the door. “Hell, I don’t even have to be in the ring.”
I laugh again, and he kisses me for the hundredth time since we left the Cockpit.
“You’re crazy,” I say into his lips, and he pulls back.
“Maybe so,” he says before bending down to scoop me up in his arms. I shriek and loop my arms around his neck. He’s still in his robe and shorts, and I’m still in my dance outfit, which kind of just looks like the stripper version of what he’s wearing.
“Wait,” I say, kicking my feet. “There are dollar bills falling out of my shorts!” I laugh with a snort.
“Maybe we should just get those shorts off, yeah?” he asks as he punches the code into the door.
“What about the ones on the ground back there?” I ask. He stops in the doorway and looks at me.
“You don’t need another man’s dirty money. Anything dirty you want, you can get from me,” he answers. I giggle and we kiss again.
Once we are inside, he sets me down, and we kiss again. My body arches against his hard body, soft and curved. His tongue finds mine, performing a dance of its own that shoots a flood of warmth from my chest to much more sensitive nerves.
Dominic’s cock grows hard against me through his slacks, and he grabs me by the thighs and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his torso, and he carries me to his room, our mouths never losing contact.
“I want you,” I tell him, and a moment of deja vu swirls around us in the already thick air.
“I want you,” he says. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” After that, he sets me down on the bed and tugs my shorts off. Then he pulls the top up and over my head, my breasts falling loose in a perky bounce until I am left wearing nothing but the diamond engagement ring.
I scoot back on the bed and pull my knees up to me as Dom gets on his knees in front of me. His eyes are wild with desire, and as he leans in, ready to cage me with his arms, I stop him.
“Wait,” I say, and he looks at me.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just…” I swallow, and he waits. “I don’t want it to be midnight,” I say, and he narrows his eyes in confusion.
“What do you mean? It’s only ten.”
“I mean, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen. When all this ends.” It’s then that my Cinderella reference clicks for him. I wait for him to say something, holding my breath in regret.
Dom comes closer to me, slowly and gently. Then he cups my cheek in his hand before saying, “It doesn’t have to.”
Neither of us say a word, but our eyes lock in silent understanding. We don’tneedto say it; we need to show it.
Dominic strips down the rest of the way, his lips cover mine, and he crawls gently on top of me, straddling me on all fours. His kiss deepens, and the world fades away.
After a long, unhurried moment, he pulls back and kisses my forehead, neck, and my collar bones. Slowly, he moves south, his mouth brushing over my breasts, tickling each nipple with the softness of a feather, sending sparks of electricity in every direction of my being.
He kisses my ribs and navel, the swell of my hips and thighs. With every touch, my heart races and the sparks make their way to my fingertips. I curl my hands into his hair, down his neck, scraping over the muscles in his back. He groans against my most sensitive skin.
