CJ
Her hand was tiny compared to his. Long fingers slid around hers, tugging her gently toward him.
How stupid could she be? Going back to the way things were? She never looked back, that way only lay heartbreak. She should know better.
But right now? Right now, she didn’t care. She needed him like she needed air to breathe. And so she stamped down any doubts, pushing them aside and let herself be pulled into his arms.
“Dom?” She looked up at him, spreading her hands over his chest to loop around his neck.
“Yes?” She felt the deep rumble of his voice through his chest. Dear gods, he was huge! She had always known that he was big, but there was knowing and then there was being pressed up against the sheer wall of muscle that was his body.
“Get into bed.” She ordered, surprised at herself.
Domik smirked, that single dimple appearing once more to tease her with its presence before disappearing from sight as he mock frowned at her, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Not before you.”
She stepped back, climbing onto the bed and crawling on hands and knees to the center, knowing that the hem was riding up and giving him a glimpse of her naked ass.
A choked noise from behind her confirmed her suspicion, and she giggled.
He gripped both her ankles in one huge hand and dragged her backward, her stomach hitting the bed and the tee-shirt riding up to the middle of her back, her legs pressed together.
“You want to give me orders?” One of his enormous hands was still wrapped around her ankles, his thumb stroking her skin lazily as lowered himself to kneel on the bed behind her.
CJ shook her head slowly as she watched him over her shoulder, kneeling above her, those gray sweatpants riding so low on his hips she could see a shadow near the deep v where his abdominal muscles dipped into the waistband. She could not look away as he slid one hand inside his pants.
Holy fucking shit. He’s stroking himself.
She was mesmerized as his hand slid down his length, hidden by the fabric of his pants. She licked her lips and went to roll over, but his hand held fast, pushing her feet gently but insistently into the mattress.
“Clodagh?” Her name was like a purr, his voice deep and sensual as it flowed over her. “I won’t do anything you are not fully consenting to. If you say stop, I’ll stop.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “All right.”
“Good,” he said, his hand pulling free of his pants, the elastic hitting his washboard stomach with a snap.
CJ’s face flamed, and she buried it in her hands as she lay face down on the bed. The cool night air kissed her naked skin, and she was achingly aware of how exposed she was with Domik kneeling behind her while she wore no panties.
He slid his hands slowly up her calves, thumbs moving in circles, kneading knots she didn’t know she had. She moaned, dropping her hands to her sides and letting herself sink, bonelessly, into the mattress.
His hands slid further up her legs, thumbs brushing over the backs of her thighs to where her legs met her ass. He ran his thumbs tantalizingly close to her center, and she shifted her hips, trying to get closer.
Domik’s hands stilled on her ass, his thumbs touching near the base of her spine and his fingers reaching to her hips, before moving away to more neutral territory. His hands kneaded and soothed. When he reached her tee-shirt, he pushed it up gently and slid his hands underneath to grip her shoulders.
She should feel more exposed, lying here almost naked, but she didn’t.
Domik shifted to straddle her legs, keeping his weight off her as he sat back on his heels. CJ lifted onto her forearms and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Everything OK?” she asked. His unreadable gaze trailed over her naked back, his hands resting on his thick thighs.
He nodded, waving a finger in a lazy circle to show she should lie back down. She suppressed a grin and did as he asked, settling back onto the bed.
She jerked as his warm hands settled on her lower back, but relaxed as he kneaded and soothed, his strong fingers sending her into a dreamy state of relaxation. His hands worked over her back and shoulders, easing tight muscles.
When he shifted off her, she didn’t move, merely lifting her heavy lids to watch as he pulled the covers over them both and settled in next to her. He propped his head on one hand, the other resting on the mattress between them. Mere inches separated them, and she knew they had been pressed together more closely in the escape pod, but this felt way more intimate.
There was one bed. That they had to share. And he was staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
This reverent side of Domik was new.
He reached out a hand and pulled her toward him, tucking her against his chest and sliding one hand down her thigh to lift it over his hip.
