Page 14 of Rugged Soul

“I love your home,” I’m quick to tell him.

Domino drops his hand from his neck and turns to face me, a big, adorable, goofy grin on his lips. I’ve never seen him like this but I love that I could bring it out in him.

“That’s high praise coming from a real estate agent,” he says, taking a step closer to me.

I smile and roll my eyes at him. “I’m barely an agent. I haven’t even made my first sale yet,” I tease. I was hoping to take his lead and make a joke, but Domino’s face grows serious as he takes another step closer, resting his hands on my hips and pulling my body against his.

“The only reason you haven’t made a sale yet is because I needed a way to keep seeing you,” he confesses, his voice low and gravelly. I gasp softly as a tremor shoots down my spine, making me throb with need.

“R-really?” I stutter out, not sure I heard him correctly. There’s no way he’s feeling what I’ve been feeling. Yes, he’s been protective and kind to me today, handling me with such care and giving me sweet kisses on the head, but that’s just because he feels guilty, right?

“Really,” he confirms, dipping his head down until our foreheads are touching. We breathe in the same air and I can’t help but let out a quiet yet needy whimper when he tightens his hold on my hips. “So beautiful,” he says more to himself than to me.

That’s all the motivation I need to angle my head and open myself up for my first kiss ever. Domino hums in satisfaction, his lips hovering over mine, those hazel eyes staring at me with such intensity I might just collapse if he weren’t already holding me up.

“Please,” I whisper, nibbling on my bottom lip.

Domino grunts, licking my bottom lip and then sucking on it. One hand slides up my back, pressing me closer as his mouth covers mine. The other hand wanders down to my ass, gripping me there and helping me grind my soaking wet center against his hardening cock. He starts out with gentle strokes of his tongue, sipping from me as if I’m a decadent dessert.

And then he turns ravenous.

Domino growls into my open mouth, diving in deeper, swallowing down my wanton moans while kneading my soft flesh. My hands slide up his chest and around his neck, and I pull him down so he can consume more of me.

I can't remember anything before this moment. All the pain and confusion fall right out of my head as my giant, sexy-as-hell biker owns me with his kiss, branding me and ruining me for all of time.

I tilt my head up, needing to break for air. Domino nips at my ear and jaw, then trails kisses down my neck. He stops suddenly, rearing his head back and loosening his grip on my ass.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice laced with panic as he looks me up and down. “God, I was lost in our kiss and almost forgot… Jesus, I’m an animal. Are you okay?”

I answer him by fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, licking the seam and teasing him with a little bite on his bottom lip before backing away. “That was perfect,” I tell him, my face flushed from all the excitement.

“It was,” he agrees, cupping my cheek. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “Better than I imagined.”

“You thought about kissing me?” I ask, trying and failing to hide a smile.

“Every second of every goddamn day since I laid eyes on you,” he answers with such intensity I have no choice but to believe him. I’m not sure how to respond, but Domino doesn’t leave me hanging for long. “We can talk about that later, though. Right now, I’ll give you the tour for a change.”

“After you,” I say, lowering my voice to a growl in my best Domino impression.

He smirks at me and rolls his eyes, then holds out his arm for me to take. I loop my arm in his and lean against the solid slab of muscle that is Domino’s body, letting him lead the way.

“Over here, we have a living room-slash-den-slash-relaxation zone. Please note that the TV comes fully programmed with every streaming service known to man. Mostly because I always sign up for all of the free trials and then forget to cancel.”

I giggle at his impression of a real estate agent, which makes Domino look over at me with a boyish grin. God, I love every new thing I discover about this man.

“Moving on, you’ll see a kitchen filled with appliances that are at least two decades old. Some people might call it outdated, but I believe the correct term is vintage.”

“Definitely. Very retro,” I agree.

“Just down the hall, we have what is referred to in the biz as a full bathroom.”

A giggle bursts out of me at how silly he’s being. I love it.

“Please hold all questions and comments until the end of the tour,” he mock-scolds me.

“Hey, I never told you that during our tours! I always encouraged questions. You just never took me up on it.”

Domino grins down at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Noted.” I swat at his chest playfully before we continue down the hall. “The main bedroom - excuse me, master bedroom - is right here. It includes what is commonly known as an en suite bathroom. Right next door is the guest bedroom, which has never been used.”

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