Page 109 of Kiss Me Tonight

Eight.

Eight.

And, oh boy, but he’s got a single tattoo. The number twelve printed across his lower rib cage in Roman numerals. Twelve . . . the number on his jersey from when he played for Tampa Bay.

I wonder what he might do if I get on my hands and knees and lick every one of those glorious ridges. I give it only a moment’s consideration before I’m shuffling onto all fours and crawling over to where he stands beside the bed.

The unused bed.

Under my hands and shins, the mattress truly feels brand new.

Not that I give it much thought once I cup his butt, squeezing each cheek, then kiss the lowermost abdominal muscle. His skin twitches and I grin. Oh, howlovelyit feels to give him a taste of his own medicine.

I trace my tongue over the sharply ridged line of his stomach.

“Shit.” His fingers sink into my loose hair, following the curve to the back of my skull. “Aspen.”

Up, up, up, I go with my tongue.How do you like it now, Dominic?Out loud, I casually suggest, “Keep talking or I’ll stop. Weren’t those the rules?”

His guttural laugh might as well be a furnace inside my chest, it warms me from the inside out. “Batshit crazy,” he reaffirms, but he doesn’t move his hands and I take that as the go ahead. “And I fucking love every moment of you surprising me, Asp. Every. Single. Moment.”

I cup his erection through his shorts, smiling to myself when his breath hitches and his grasp on me tightens.

Dominic DaSilva at my mercy is the best gift of all.

I follow the waistband of his shorts with my mouth, pressing little kisses here and there. When I reach the drawstring tie, I don’t bother to undo it. Instead, I kneel down onto my heels and lower my face, kissing my way over the heavy ridge of his cock concealed by the fabric.

A sharp, masculine gasp greets my ears.

And then, “The only time I’ve slept in a bed since I was a kid is when we traveled for games and when I was onPut A Ring On It. No other option. A couch feels temporary. Like I always have one foot out the door—fuck, fuck,fuck,that feels so good.” I lick my way up the length of his erection, pulling his shorts down at the same time, so when I kiss the tip, it’s all Dominic. Every last bit of him. “I, shit—I can’t think.”

“Try,” I tell him, just before I take him all the way into my mouth.

1-Aspen; 0-Dominic.

I like this game.

“I don’t do permanent. I don’t do predictability. But you . . . I’ve thought of nothing but fucking you in a real bed, with you riding my cock before I flip you over onto your knees and take you from behind.” His hand shifts to the top of my head, and I don’t issue a single protest when he applies pressure. “You’re turnin’ me inside out, Coach, and I’m trying . . . Jesus fuck, I’m trying to turn it right back around but I can’t. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up, and I experience a hundred different moments throughout the day when I—oh, God. More, baby, give me more of that.”

More of thatis me taking him all the way to the back of my throat. It hurts to breathe. But thebabyhe whispered raggedly spurs me on, and I bob my head. Twist my hand around the base of his cock and squeeze tightly before slicking my palm up to meet my mouth.

My eyes water but I’m not sure if it’s due to how deep I’m swallowing him or how precious his words are, especially when I know how rare they are for him to ever admit out loud.

Hands link under my armpits, and I have the wherewithal to go with it as I’m gently rolled onto my side. I hear the tear of a condom wrapper and then it’s Dominic’s big body weighting down the mattress behind me. With my back to his front, he hooks my left leg up and back over his hip, spreading me wide. I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, as well as his flexing fingers on my hip.

In my ear, he husks out, “Last chance for you to tell me to stop.”

I arch my back, twisting my head so I can see his face. “Why would I ever do that?”

His throat works with a rough swallow. “Because I don’t think I can let you go.”

It’s as much a declaration of love as he’s ever given—I read the truth, and the fear, in his familiar black eyes. But beyond that, I see hope simmering there. It catches my breath. Shatters my heart. I nod, shakily, and press two fingers to that dimpled chin. “I trust you,” I whisper to him.

In my heart, I say three very different words.

I love you.

It’s too much too soon. I made that mistake with Rick, falling for the façade without getting to know the person behind all the fancy, polished walls. Except that it feelsrightwith Dominic. It feels right when he thrusts deep inside me, angling his hips so every drive forward pulls a cry from my lips. It feels right when his fingers smooth down over my not-so-toned belly to rub my clit in tiny, electrifying strokes that feel like heaven on earth.

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