Page 22 of Better Left Unsaid

He put the towel back and turned, so I closed the gap between us and placed my hands on his chest, loving the way his rock-hard abs felt beneath my touch. “Come on, Dom. I got your code.” I peered up and waggled my brows. Why was he making me work for it this time?

Unless. . . .

“What code?”Ohmigod!

Was it not code? All right, don’t panic, I told myself. Maybe he was messing with me. I lightly chuckled, angling my head. “You know, the code you gave me to rendezvous with you in here so we could enjoy the benefits part of our relationship.”

His eyes widened, and he fumbled over his own words. “What? No. No. Not in Angelo’s house! You thought I was sending you a code to fuck around in your father’s house? I’m not bulletproof, Maria.”

I backed away and laughed, trying to act like I hadn’t just gotten this all wrong. My mouth ajar, I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Holy crap. You were actually peeing.”

He smirked. “I was really peeing.”

I slowly nodded, wondering where to go from here. “Well, I guess we should go back out there then. And let’s forget this ever happened, okay?” Because it was more than a little embarrassing. There was a first time for everything, though, right?

“When I signal for you to follow me somewhere so I can have my way with you without anyone knowing, I’ll try to be more careful with my word selection.” He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Rolling my bottom lip with his thumb, he smiled. “It’s nice that you invited Jade tonight.”

I heaved a sigh. “I’m trying, but it isn’t easy.”

“You usually only take the advice you want, but I’m going to say this next thing anyway. I know you told her you’d get breakfast or coffee, and it was all bullshit, but you really should do it. She might surprise you. Hell, you might surprise you.”

Why did he have to make sense all the time? What was it with him? I blamed it on him knowing me better than I knew myself most days.

“You want to talk about this now?” I asked, wondering if I’d made a mistake coming in here in more ways than one. The reality was that I did trust Dom, but sometimes I held him at arm’s length. Sometimes I ignored his advice—and everyone else’s—but that wasn’t what mattered right now. Sometimes I could be. . . oh, forget it, I didn’t need to say it. You probably already knew.

He studied my expression, his brown eyes slightly intense as they homed in on me. Geez, I knew he couldn’t see through me, but it seemed that way. A chill ran down my spine, and I cleared my throat. Finally, he answered, “No, I just wanted to say that.”

I pursed my lips and raised a hand to run through his hair. “Got it. You know, you look very handsome tonight. Not that you don’t always look handsome. Because you do.” His eyes followed my hand as it continued its pursuit in his hair. He had the silkiest, most beautiful hair I’d ever felt. “You know, maybe since I got so close last time, I can actually make it happen this time. Maybe you unlocked something.” One could only hope, and by one, I meant me. I was talking about myself.

Dom’s restraint snapped like a rubber band, and he growled that deep, masculine sound I was beginning to look forward to hearing from him when we had sex. “Oh, fuck it,” he said, lifting me by the waist and setting me down exactly where he wanted me on the edge of the counter. Now this was how I had envisioned this going originally. “You can’t make a sound, okay? You think you can do that for me?”

Please, I was nothing if not silent. Call me a church mouse, okay? That was how silent I could be. I moaned, sure, but I liked to think I wasn’t obvious loud. Like when you heard someone moaning and knew without a shadow of a doubt they were having a oh-shit-don’t-stop-don’t-ever-stop-you’re-the-most-talented-person-I’ve-ever-been-with moan.

I nodded, sliding a hand under his shirt and exploring until I came in contact with his six-pack. Then I raked my nails down his chest, enjoying the effect I had on him, as was apparent with the reaction he had—groaning from deep in the back of his throat. “I like a good challenge,” I purred, really trying to get under his skin.

“This is the only time I want you to be quiet. When we’re alone I want you to be as loud as possible. I want you to alert the fucking neighbors. I want everyone in a twenty-mile radius to know that you’re being screwed and enjoying every single second of it.”

I licked my lips. “Wait, what if I do come?”

“Then I’ll feel like a fucking king.”

I rolled my eyes. “No, not that. I mean, I won’t be able to cry out your name. Don’t men like that sort of thing?”

He cocked a brow. “It’s just sex, right?”

Okay, good point.“True. No emotion. We’re here to get what we need,” I said, stating the obvious.

Dom looked down for a beat before meeting my gaze. His eyes went dark, and I couldn’t read him, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. But then he cleared his throat and confirmed, “Right.”

“So, let’s do this.”

He chuckled and nodded, light coming back to his eyes. “Let me see that glistening pussy of yours.”

I swallowed, my breath catching in my throat as my pulse picked up speed. “Damn it, Dom. I’m already so wet.”

He smirked, looking cockier than ever. “My words really turn you on, don’t they?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, shocked I could even find the word as my brain became mush with his hands pushing my thighs apart and gliding my panties down.Thank heavens I’m wearing a dress.I kicked my heels off and pointed my toes so the panties fell to the floor. “Touch me, please.”

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