Page 32 of One Last Chance

“A wine, perhaps?”

He shakes again, all the while he’s taking small steps toward me, only stopping when he’s a hair’s breadth away.

“The only thing I want in my mouth is you.”

My mouth turns dry, and I lick my lips, trying to get some moisture.

Domenic’s hand wraps around my neck, and steadily he brings me in for a kiss.

The kiss is slow, passionate, and is filled with so much emotion.

I’ve missed you.

You mean so much to me.

I’m desperate for you.

My hands wander on their own accord and slide up his arms, loving the feel of his muscles beneath his jacket. He tastes of beer, mint, and I drink him in and enjoy every taste, every touch. His hands run down my shoulders, and then he’s removing his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. Instantly, my hands travel up his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt.

Domenic’s breathing picks up as I run my palms over his bare skin, sliding them over his chest and flat stomach then up to his shoulders where I roll the shirt off his back and throw it to the floor where he left his jacket.

Domenic’s kiss turns urgent and hungry, and we begin to pant. His hands quickly make use of my buttons, and with impatient fingers, he rips it open, forcing all the buttons to pop and fly off around us.

Giggling, he pauses the kiss then smiles against my lips.

Domenic pulls my shirt off, and when his fingers unclasp my bra, all humor is gone because he just stands there with his eyes devouring me. Warm hands caress my breasts tenderly, causing me to sigh and tilt my head back as his large fingers fondle my nipples. His soft lips travel down my neck, then they kiss a wet, warm path to my breasts.

One hand squeezes my breast while he sucks on the other, causing me to squirm beneath him. Dropping to his knees, I voice my disapproval when his mouth leaves my body. I can just make out his low, husky laugh, and then his hands are moving behind me to unzip my skirt. His tongue dips into my navel as he pulls my skirt over my hips and down my thighs, where it falls in a pool at my feet. Placing my hands on his shoulders to keep me from falling, I gasp as he runs his nose through my lace panties at the apex of my thighs.

“You smell so good, Chloe. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t ever run from me again.”

I moan when he rolls my panties down my legs and widens my thighs for his greedy mouth. His tongue licks through my folds, and I feel the warmth begin within.

“You taste so good, Chloe. As I remember, but even better.”

His words, along with his mouth, are turning me on to the point that I’m so close to coming. “Dom, please,” I beg. But what am I begging for? To stop. To give me more. I don’t know what, all I know is I want him, crave him, and now I know I want more of him.

His tongue flicks out to circle my clit, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the most exquisite pleasure he’s giving me with his mouth. No man has ever made me feel this much pleasure but Domenic. They’ve tried, God, they’ve tried. But it’s as if Domenic knows my body like an instrument, and he’s playing every tune.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out when he lets go with a pop. Feeling my knees buckle, I fall to the bed in a hot mess. It doesn’t stop Domenic from continuing, though. He moves forward and lifts my thighs over his shoulders, looking down at my bare pussy. If you told me that this was what I would be doing tonight, I would have said you’re crazy, but here I am, in the throes of passion with Domenic Reed.

“You’re so beautiful, Chloe, do you know that? I will never have enough of you.”

Panting, I look down at him, his eyes boring into mine as he dips his head and licks through my folds once again. I bite down on my bottom lip as he continues to suck and stroke me with his tongue and mouth. He hesitantly enters a finger, and that’s my undoing.

“I’m coming,” I cry out loud, but he doesn’t ease up.

Domenic nips at my clit with his teeth, and I’m completely gone. My knees squeeze his head, and he wraps his hands around my thighs, holding onto them as he licks all my juices. He crawls between my thighs and kisses along my body as he makes his way up to my lips. Instantly, I taste myself on his tongue and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him further into me. He gasps, and I feel his harness pulsating between my legs.

I want him.

I need him.

He pulls back and looks down at me. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, and I don’t want it to end.”

I smile up at him and run my fingers over his lips. “Me, too.”

He pecks me on my forehead, saying, “Promise?”

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