Page 138 of Kiss Me Tonight

With tight, efficient movements, he strips the material off and throws it onto the floor. Freed from its confines, his thick cock bobs against his lower pelvis. The swollen head is already leaking pre-cum. My mouth waters, and I don’t care what that says about me. I’m openly desperate for this man, and I don’t care who knows how much I love him.

Dominic’s fingers find my thighs. Sharply, he spreads them even wider. So wide that my right knee is actually pulled into my chest while my left hangs over the side of the bed. There’s nothing at all I can do about my body’s response when Dominic rakes me with such a thorough once-over that my sex clenches in anticipation.

He studies me like he wants to devour me whole.

And I want to be devoured.

The thought alone is sensual enough that I throw my arms open and silently invite him in. Into my bed, into my body, into my heart.

His calloused palms squeeze my inner thighs and then he gives me his full weight. Air escapes my lungs upon impact, but that doesn’t stop me from dragging his head close so I can sip on his full lips.

Perfect.

The length of his hard cock slicks through my wet folds, a slow, sensual back and forth that pulls a moan from deep in my soul. He never once enters me. It’s torture and yet divine, exquisite pleasure and still hell on earth.

Merciless. That’s the only word to describe how he takes pleasure in seeing me squirm beneath him. And squirm I do, needing more, needing him inside me.

“I love you,” I whimper.

He glides against me again, but this time he takes his cock in hand and rubs the head against my swollen clit.

“Oh, my—”

Dominic cuts me off with a feverish kiss. He sucks on my bottom lip. Drags his hard-on through my wetness. Huffs out a low, sexy laugh when I thrash my head on the pillow and beg him to just give me what I want.

He doesn’t.

Instead he ducks his head to lift my shirt up, up, up, until my chest is exposed and his mouth finds my nipple.

Paradise.

This must be what paradise feels like.

“I’m grateful,” I moan, not above fisting the bedsheets as I try to remember how to use my brain.You can do this.“I’m so grateful you walked into the Golden Fleece and turned me down.”

In response, he only sucks harder. Until my toes are curling and my head is digging back into the pillows. The tip of his cock slips into me, a slight pressure that promises so much pleasure, before he pulls back out.

Pulls. Out.

“You are theworst.”

He releases a throaty chuckle that elicits shivers down my spine. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do”—I nod eagerly, molding my fingers over the crown of his head—“I so, so do.”

Clearly wanting to drive me over the edge of insanity, he slowly thrusts inside me. The tip.Onlythe tip. I’ve never felt so empty without him.

I turn my face to the side, slamming my eyes shut. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do, baby,” he croons like the jerk he is, pushing in, giving me a little more of his length, before retreating all over again. “I love you, even when you lie and tell me my cooking is the best thing you’ve ever tasted. I love you, despite the fact that you leave your laundry all over the floor and pretend not to notice when I stick it in the washer. I’ll love you forever, but especially when you challenge me to midnight swims in the bay and try to drown me every single time.”

His cock drives deeper with every thrust.Yes, yes, yes.My legs flex against the bedsheets. Dropping my hands, I grip the pillow behind my head and pray for patience. Dominic is the antithesis of predictability. He thrives off surprise and shock, and he lives for the moments when he can tease me into diving into the ten-percent chaos with him.

I wrap my legs around his lower back, catching him off guard. We both hiss as he sinks to the hilt within me.

“Jesus fuck,” he grunts, dark eyes glittering with lust. I wait for it, that moment when the panic sets in and he realizes—“Shit, Asp, no condom. I’m so sorry.”

I don’t let him retreat. Tightening my calves and my thighs, I hold him immobile as he props himself up on his forearms. Just to mess with him, I nip the shell of his ear. “I went on the pill.”