Page 82 of 4th Degree

My legs automatically wrap around his waist and my lips move to his neck. “What are you doing?” I manage to ask between kisses.

He starts to walk. “I don’t relish the idea of not fucking you in a bed when there’s one nearby.”

I hide my smile in his neck, tightening my arms around him as I nip at his ear. “You don’t like fucking me at the gym?”

“I like fucking you everywhere,” he clarifies. I feel us ascending stairs. “But given the option…I’d much rather lay you out and lick every inch of you.”

A flash of heat runs through me at his words, my legs tightening around his waist and my core grinding against him again.

He chuckles, and I can feel the sound rumble through his chest. When he reaches the landing at the top of the steps and stops, he tugs my head back again so he can meet my eyes. The half-smirk on his lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I think you like that idea,” he says thoughtfully, his gaze traveling over my flushed face. “Hmm, yeah, you definitely like that idea.”

When he lays me on the bed, he follows me down, his body staying pressed against mine and settling between the cradle of my thighs. The second my head hits the soft mattress, his lips are on mine once more.

It’s so easy to get lost in his kisses. Every time he sucks on my tongue, or nips at my lip, my desire for him ratchets and I become singularly focused on his mouth. I almost don’t notice when his hands travel down my sides to grip the bottom of my tank top and slowly start to slide it up my body. But when it passes over my chest and exposes my bare breasts to the cold air, a whimper slips from my lips to Dominic’s. I start to tug on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin under my hands.

This feels different. I want this to be different.

Wordlessly, he abides by my silent request. He does that ridiculously hot thing where men grab the neck of their shirt and pull it over their heads, and my pussy clenches at the sight of his body. As soon as the fabric is off, my mouth is back on his, my hands tracing over as much of his skin as I can touch.

He ends our kiss so that he can pull back just enough to look down at me. His eyes light with a hungry fire when he sees my half-naked body, and he drops his head immediately to latch onto a peaked nipple.

I moan as I arch into his mouth and sink my hands into his hair. God, I have never felt attraction like this. Every time I think I can’t want him any more, he does something that sets me on fire all over again.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, switching to my other nipple so he can lick a circle around it. “I’m going to enjoy tasting every inch of you.”

It distantly registers that that’s the second time he’s said that. I manage to lift my head up so I can give him a questioning look, but he’s already shifting his focus.

My tank top, which only made it as far as exposing my breasts, is now dragged over my head and along my arms. But right before I can pull my hands back down, I feel the fabric being tied at my wrists.

Knotting the tank top, he holds my hands on the mattress as he looks down at me. “I want to take my time. Do you think you can keep your hands up here while I do that? Or should I tie the other end of this to my bed?”

The idea of being restrained and completely at this man’s mercy sends a bolt of pleasure directly between my legs. But part of me also wants to be a good listener, a good student for him, so I find myself nodding my agreement.

“I’ll be good,” I whisper, pleased to see a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

Which immediately morphs right back to hunger when he realizes he now has free rein over me. His gaze drops over me, from my tied hands, over my exposed breasts, and down to my stomach. I’m still covered from the waist down, but I have a feeling I won’t be for very much longer.

I’m so, so wrong.

Apparently, Dominic meant it when he said he wanted to taste every inch of me. With his hands still braced next to my head, he leans down to place a gentle kiss to my wrist. Then to the other one. Then he drags his lips down to press a kiss to the inside of my elbow.

Then the other one.

He takes his time dragging his lips over my skin. By the time he reaches my shoulders, I’m squirming. When he lavishes my breasts with more kisses, I’m vibrating with anticipation. As he finally sucks my nipple into his mouth, I’m trembling with need.

“Dominic,” I gasp, wriggling as I try to get every part of my body closer to his. “Please.”

His lips slide between my breasts, down to my stomach. “That’s going to be my favorite word for the next ten minutes,” he murmurs, circling my belly button with his tongue.

And God, he’s not kidding. He kisses across my stomach, his movements so lazy that by the time he teases his tongue under the hem of my leggings, my begging is constant.

“Dominic, please…touch me. I need you.”

For the most part, he ignores me. He’s on his schedule right now. But he does grip either side of my leggings and pulls them down my legs. I expect him to slide back up my body, to either fuck me or touch me, but Dominic doesn’t do either of those things.

As soon as he tugs my leggings past my feet, he’s lowering his head and pressing a chaste kiss to my ankle.

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