She trembles in my grip, chest rising fast, breath catching with every flick of my tongue. The smell of sugar and chocolate is everywhere, but it’s her I’m high on.
She gave me her body. Let me touch, taste, take. And I’ll worship it — every inch, every sound shemakes, every shiver I cause. I’ll make her feel so fucking good she forgets who she was before me.
But I can’t stop there. I’m a greedy bastard. Always have been. Now that I have her body, I want the rest. Every brilliant part of her. I’m ready to crack myself open and give her anything she asks for in return.
Chapter twenty-one
~JESSICA~
I can’t function properly.
Not with Dom’s large hand under my pajama top, his fingers circling my nipple in slow, teasing strokes. Not with his other hand buried in my hair, holding me in place, angled just how he wants me.
His body leans over me like a shadow, heat radiating off him in waves.
I whimper when he leans in and scrapes his teeth along my throat. Then he nibbles. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, lips brushing the skin just above my collarbone.
I shudder, already knowing that I’m soaked. My thighs are pressed together like that’ll help.Somewhere in the back of my mind, a rational thought claws its way forward. “The cookies,” I gasp, trying to pull air into my lungs. “I need to take them out before they get hard—”
He laughs, cutting me off. Before I can finish the sentence, he grabs my waist and lifts me off the ground. My breath catches as puts me down in front of the kitchen island, and spins me to face the counter.
My palms hit the cool surface and his body presses against mine from behind. His cock — hard, thick, unmistakably ready — grinds against my ass through the thin fabric of our clothes.
“I think,” he growls, voice right against my ear, “you’ve got harder things to worry about.”
With a small smile, I back up into him, rolling my hips in one long grind.
His hands lock tighter around my waist and he groans. He presses down towards the counter so my chest drops to the cool surface, my back arches, and my ass lifts into the air as his heavy body folds over mine, his breath hot and insistent against the shell of my ear.. I feel my pajama shorts being tugged down and cool air rush to my flushed skin.
Then his hand is on me. Warm, rough, and slowly rubbing along the curve of my ass. “So soft,” he murmurs. His palm coasts lower, fingers dragging lightly. “Every single day since I met you, I’ve wondered how this ass would look like swollen and red.”
I suck in a breath, a teasing smile tugging at my lips.
“Every time you ran your mouth.”
The sound of a smack fills the air. A short, sharp sting blooms across my skin and I yelp, shocked. My eyes go wide. He just… my brain stalls.
My head whips back to look at him and my mouth opens. He raises a brow, daring me to sass him, way too pleased with himself as he rubs the place he smacked, soothing the sting.
It’s wrong. It should be wrong. Then why — why did something in my gut flutter like a firework being lit?
My breath’s gone and my whole body feels rebooted by a surge of electricity.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
His hand leaves my skin and my core tightens in anticipation. Smack. I gasp again, hands clawing atthe smooth marble. His palm soothes the sting, fingers spreading across my bum.
“This one’s for giving me a list of conditions.”
I open my mouth to say something smart, but another smack lands on the other cheek and my words dissolve into a cry. “For walking around my house in a towel that first day.” His hand rubs slow circles over the heat he just left behind. “For having your pretty tits out in front of my gardener.”
Oh god. Smack. I yelp, feeling arousal spread down my thighs until they rub together. He doesn’t soothe this one right away. He waits and lets the sensation linger.
My entire body is buzzing. My brain says it should be too much, but my body’s begging for more.
“And this,” he snarls, pulling my hips back a little, tilting me to the perfect angle, “is for going to the club. And flirting with another man.” SMACK! The loudest one yet. I yelp but it sounds more like a moan as the sting spreads from my butt to my throbbing clit.
He doesn’t ease the sting this time. Instead, his hand grabs and squeezes the spot he just punished. Thesensation is maddening. My skin’s on fire and somehow it makes the ache between my legs worse.
