“Fuck yes.”
He pulled me so my body was flush with his, and I moaned at the contact. Fuck, how many times had I drawn Dominic and wished I could do exactly this?
“And kisses,” I blurted out, hoping the darkness hid my flushed cheeks. “Those too.”
Dominic chuckled as he grazed my lips with his. “Lots of those. They’re on the list.”
My knees went weak as he sealed his promise with a kiss. God, who knew that this was what kissing felt like? It was no wonder Max was always glued to Amy. I’d never done drugs, but I had to imagine the high felt like this. Satisfying. Addictive. Desperate. Heady.
If I had my way, I’d have my tongue in Dominic’s mouth at every possible moment.
But that’s not going to happen.
No, it wasn’t. Not if we truly wanted to keep this just between us.
Easing back before we could get carried away again, I swiped my tongue over my lips, where I could still taste Dominic. It had me wanting to go back for more. “What else?”
“Time together,” he rasped, nuzzling his cheek against mine. “I don’t just want you physically, Ry. I want to just exist around you.”
My gut clenched. “Is that all?”
He pulled back with a frown, searching my face. “What does that mean?”
“Just existing?” God, I hated that I was doing this. But this was my line and I couldn’t cross it. Not even for Dominic. Especially not for him. “As in, you’ll ignore my presence whenever Max is around?”
“No.” There was guilt in the kiss he placed on my lips. Shame too. “I’m sorry, Shadow. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I swear, Ithought I was doing the right thing. I didn’t want to make things rough between the two of you.”
“Rougher than they already are, you mean.”
“Exactly,” Dominic sighed, resting his forehead against mine. “I hate that the two of you aren’t close.”
My hackles raised. “Well, whose fault is that?”
“Mine,” Dominic muttered. “I know. But I’ve been thinking about that. I caused the rift between you, so what if I try and fix it?”
“How?”
“By killing two birds with one stone. I want to spend more time with you—all my time, if I’m being honest—and you want things to improve with Max. We can make both happen by including you.”
Dominic’s smile was so confident that I didn’t have the heart to rain on his parade. He might have thought it was as simple as that, but he was forgetting one key fact.
Max didn’t want me to spend time with them.
Deciding that was a problem for another day, I smiled instead. “Okay, so we’re going to give this a go. No labels. Just us. No one else.”
“No one else and lots of just us,” Dominic said huskily, his hands sliding under my shirt to tease my skin. “We don’t have to rush though. This is new for both of us, but especially you. We can go as slow as you want.”
“Fuck that,” I snorted. “I’m a horny eighteen-year-old who’s been waiting what feels like forever for sex. Slow isn’t an option. Don’t promise me sex and then take it away.”
“I love how dramatic you are.” His hips rocked forward, brushing his erection against mine. “You can have all the sex you want. Whenever you want.”
An idea flashed through my mind. It was reckless. Dangerous. But that was how all of this felt with Dominic. Likebeing in a car hurtling down the motorway without knowing if the brakes were working. “How good is your hearing?”
My question threw him. “Um, good, I guess? Standard for anyone my age.”
“Good,” I said simply. Saliva was already pooling in my mouth in anticipation. At the mere memory of how right it had felt to have Dominic’s cock in my mouth. “Tell me if you hear anyone coming.”
“What are you doing?” Dominic muttered as I sank to my knees. “Baby, you’ll hurt yourself.”
