Heat flares in his eyes. Then his fingers are between my legs, spreading me open for him.
Oh God.
The feeling of having fingers on me that aren’t mine is foreign and dizzying.
“Fucking hell,” he rasps.
I shake my head, trembling. I’ve never had anyone look at me down there except my OBGYN. She definitely doesn’t look at it the way Dominic is looking.
“Your pussy is gorgeous,”
I cover my face with my hands, burning alive from the inside out. He leans in, grabs my wrists, and yanks them up over my head. “Don’t hide from me.” His voice is soft, almost reverent.
My hips buck without permission and he grins above me, before his thumb drags up, over my clit.
“God!” I suck in a breath sharp enough to choke.
“Oh, there she is,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So fucking sensitive.”
He does it again, firmer this time, giving me a slow stroke that lights up my spine.
I bite down hard on my lip to muffle the moan, my eyes fluttering. But his thumb lifts, and I almost grunt at the loss. “Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want, Jessica?”
My body is strung so tight I could snap. I don’t know whether sanity or restraint will go first, but I grab him. I fist the collar of his shirt and yank him hard enough to drag him down to me. He braces a hand next to my head, curious eyes.
Before I can think myself out of it, I snake my hand to the back of his thick neck and pull him down untilour mouths crash. He groans low in his throat, clearly caught off guard.
I take advantage, pushing against him until he’s sitting up, letting me guide him. His hands slide to my hips as I climb into his lap. God, he’s so hard under me. The foreign feeling sends sparks through my stomach.
“You’re such a dick,” I whisper into his mouth.
“Yeah?” He grins against my lips. His grip tightens on my hips, grinding me harder against the thick bulge in his pants.
“Yes,” I pant.
“That’s why you’re grinding on me, sweetheart?”
I fist his hair and tug hard enough to make him grit his teeth. “There she is.” His laugh is low and sinful. “Little fucking menace.”
I kiss him again, harder and sloppier. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just know I need him—desperately, frantically, now.
One hand tangles in my hair and the other grabs my ass. Fabric bunches between us; my whole lower body is exposed to him. I feel his fingers graze the edge of my panties from behind and instinctively arch my back.
I’ve never wanted anything like this in my life.
He yanks my head back by my hair, mouth crashing against my throat. “You drive me fucking insane,” he snarls.
“I haven’t even started,” I breathe, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He laughs, biting the side of my neck again. I gasp, heat flashing through me like lightning. “You’re so damn stubborn,” he drawls. “Mouthy. Defiant.” Each word punctuated by the slow press of his mouth against my neck. His hand slides up my thigh, yanking my dress higher, his mouth sucking a bruise into my collarbone.
“You want to hate me so bad,” he whispers.
“I do.” I buck against him, panting.
He grabs my waist and pulls me down on his hard length, pressing it up against me. “Rub yourself on my cock,” he murmurs.
