“Yes.”
Dominique shakes his head and prowls after me. “No can do, baby girl.” His words are rough as he stalks me like a hunter who’s marked me as his prey. “We’re getting our shit figured out right here. Right now.”
I shake my head in denial and gauge how long it will take me to reach the front door. He must see my intentions in my gaze because a growl vibrates deep in the base of his throat.
“Kasey—” he warns.
No. Nope. No. I shove past him and bolt for the door.
“Kasey!” he shouts after me, hot on my heels. He tackles me to the floor, shifting our positions at the last second so I land on top of him with his arms banded around my waist.
“Will you just talk to me?”
I shake my head, letting my blond curls cover my face as I fight against his hold, but it’s no use.
With a snarl, he grabs my throat and jerks me closer before slamming his lips against mine.
I keep my lips tight at first, but he traces his tongue over the seam of my mouth, demanding entry until my lips part on a gasp. He answers my submission with a groan.
Flipping our positions, he rolls me to my back and presses me into the carpet while his hands wander over my body, finding the slit of my dress and exposing my thigh.
“Will you stop fighting me now?” he grumbles and nips at my lower lip.
“Never,” I tell him.
“Have it your way.” He climbs to his feet and I try to ignore my disappointment at his easy dismissal. Helping me to my feet, I assume this is where we part ways, but instead of letting go, Dominique throws me over his shoulder.
“Hey!” I squirm in his hold. “Put me down.”
One arm wraps around my thighs, keeping me in place on his shoulder while his other hand grabs my ass.
“You don’t want to talk.” His voice is thick.
Smack.
“We won’t talk.”
I jerk in his arms and my pussy clenches, liquid heat spilling between my thighs.
“But remember, baby girl. We could have done this the easy way.”
“We could?” My chest heaves and the next thing I know, he’s kicking the door to his room closed behind him and throwing me across the bed.
I land on my back, bouncing once before he’s on top of me.
“Yeah. We could. But now, we’re going to do things my way.”
* * *
Dominique’s wayinvolves multiple orgasms until I can’t breathe, let alone speak. Not that I wanted to do any talking.
He fucks me all night and early into the morning, our bodies saying everything our mouths are unwilling to say.
I need this. Need him. But no longer in the same way. And while recent revelations only confirm what I already knew, that this is temporary, I allow myself one last indulgence.
One night to relish the press of his skin against mine. To remember the look on his face and the sound of his groan when he sinks his length inside of me.
I can’t get enough.
