Page 83 of On Thin Ice

“Ally?” he asked again.

I pretended to pout. “S’not my fault. You’re making me sleepy.”

“I’m not known for putting women to sleep. At least not until after they come.” I swear I heard him mutter that last part, and I sucked in a breath.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. So, are we watching a movie?”

“I make no promises to stay awake,” I said. I was tired but also keyed up because of the tension in the room. I still wanted to kiss him, among other things.

He chuckled. And then I groaned as his hands moved up, massaging my calves.

“Ally.”

Did he just growl my name?

“Dom,” I whispered, no longer fighting sleep. It took everything in me not to clench my thighs right now.

His pupils were big, as was the cock pressed against my leg. He licked his lips, and a gasp fell from mine.

“Ally,” he said in a tone I couldn’t decipher. Could it possibly be a mixture of warning and encouragement? Was he warring with himself like I was?

“Kissing you would be a mistake,” I said softly.

Some of the light left his eyes. “Probably.”

“I didn’t want this to get messy,” I said, scooting closer to him and wiggling my thighs into his lap.

He tilted his head back, letting out a soft groan. Then he lifted his head again and met my gaze.

“And I want to give you whatever you want. But, Ally, I’m at my breaking point. I’ve held myself back more times than I thought possible. But I fucking want you. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.”

My heart took flight.

“So kiss me,” I said.

“You sure about this?” he asked, his breathing rattled.

“No, but I don’t want to fight this anymore. I want you too, Dom,” I said, then gasped as he pulled me into his lap and shifted my legs to straddle him. His hard cock pressed underneath my belly. A belly that wouldn’t let me get as close to him as I wanted to.

“Well, this is different,” he said with a soft laugh as he ran his hand over my stomach. “I can’t hurt her, right?”

I snickered. “No. She’s perfectly safe in there. Now, will you please kiss me?”

“With pleasure,” he said, his lips descending on mine. The first brush of our mouths, and I moaned. Dom had been the last man to kiss me, and it felt like ages ago.

His hand sank into the hair at the back of my neck, cupping my head as he swiped his tongue across my lips. I could do nothing except grant him entry and melt into his hold.

A shudder rolled through my body, and he reached up with his other hand to cup my chin, holding me in place. He licked the inside of my mouth, tasting me as I gave in to his kiss, my tongue tangling with his, swallowing his groan while I rocked against him.

Things were going to get messy, but I didn’t have it in me to care anymore.

DOM

Fucking hell, she was finally in my arms, and I couldn’t get enough of her taste on my lips. Of her body in my arms. I’d been dreaming of this moment for way too long, and it was possible that she was going to tell me to stop at any moment, but for now, I was going to relish whatever she had to give me.

She tasted like sweet ice cream and pure Ally heat, and I was addicted. Her tongue swiped against mine, and her fingers curled into my shirt. I wanted to strip both of us bare, but I didn’t want to go too far too fast in case she came to her senses.

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