Page 23 of Inspiring Dominic

“I remember,” I muttered. “And you did send me off. I had to ask two more people to find the right way.”

“The second time I saw you was three years ago.” He ran a finger down my collarbone. “It was at a wine convention, and I was there because my brother, Maverick, had dragged me there, intent on getting exclusive wine for our resorts and casinos. I remember standing in line at Starbucks needing some caffeine because Mav was being all extra per usual. That’s when I saw you a few people in front of me. You looked frustrated that the line was taking so long, but then an elderly woman got in line and you let her cut you. The guy behind you gave you shit for it, and—”

“I told him I’d go to the end of the line,” I finished. “But you let me cut you instead. I was covering the event for a feature and was amazed at how rude people were. Except you …”

“I didn’t see you again until that night at the bar,” he said. “Our hotel had just re-opened in Miami a couple months prior, and I figured the journalist who’d been secretly sneaking their way into the bars at our resorts and composing those articles would be there. So for a week, I frequented the bar. Couldn’t believe it when you propositioned me for a kiss.”

“I thought I was the only one who remembered ever crossing paths before,” I disclosed.

“You weren’t.” His eyes held mine. “You’re pretty damn unforgettable, Samara and I kicked my ass those times before for not letting my interest be known.”

“You don’t think it’s weird all the times we’ve been in the same place at the same time, just to end up here now?”

“Not really,” he declared. “I think we crossed paths all those times before so that when we ended up where we are now, we’d know a good thing when we got it. Something my Granddad said that’s stayed on my heart was his request that I start living my life. I think sometimes you meet someone too early, or the timing is off. The reason we haven’t had successful past relationships is because they weren’t meant to last. They were meant to prepare us for each other. I knew you seemed familiar that first time we kissed, but it wasn’t until we ended up at that nude play that I really allowed myself to connect the dots of how many times I’d seen you before.”

“If I hadn’t approached you at the bar—”

“We would have gotten another opportunity,” he concluded, stepping closer to me as the shower continued to hit his back. “Fate would have brought us together again.” His eyes studied mine. “And falling in love with you would be the end result each and every time.”

My lips parted and my breathing grew erratic. “You love me?”

“I do.”

“Do you know I love you, too?”

He laughed. “I do.”

“Do you have any idea what we’re supposed to do now?”

He shook his head. “I don’t, but with you, I’m just enjoying the ride and all the stops we’ll make along the way.”

This time when he kissed me, it felt like so much more than all the others, but just as familiar and even more hungry. Dom’s groans grew louder as my hands roamed anywhere on his body that I could touch, to hell with the fact that we’d finally run out of hot water.

I was never the type of woman who liked being lifted, but with Dom, I welcomed the feeling, being wrapped in his arms becoming one of my favorite places to be. I cut off the shower while he held me up and walked us back to the bed, neither of us departing from our kiss to do so.

We ran out of the condom’s Gaby had given us yesterday, but with me being on the pill, we decided there was no use for them anymore. Besides, I wanted to feelallof the Dominic I could without a latex barrier.

“Just sit back,” I told Dom once we were back in the bedroom, straddling him after he sat on the bed. He held onto my hips as I lifted myself and slowly eased over his dick, careful not to go too fast since he was a lot to fit.

“Oh fuck,” he uttered when I began rotating my hips and working his shit just like he’d been pleasing me all week. I wasn’t shy in the bedroom, but Dom made me want to be straight savage with it, his grunts and growls bringing my inner freak to a whole new level.

Dom slapped my ass, the ripples ricocheting throughout my entire body, causing me to increase speed. I was a firm believer in some people not being sexually compatible, and I’d been with a couple men who just didn’t hit right. The thing with Dom was that every time hit so right, I couldn’t seem to hold out for long, that first orgasm always at the brink of release with a second one waiting right around the corner.

“I’m close,” I told him, the entire bed shaking beneath us.

“Me too,” he warned, right before we heard a loud noise, followed by us slightly tumbling off part of the bed.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“The bed frame crashed,” Dom noted, laying at a tilt and holding me in place on his dick. “Don’t stop. I’ll fix this shit later.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I started rotating until I matched the speed I had before.

“Fuck!” he roared when we realized that the angle of the bed brought him even deeper, my pussy wet and coating his dick like a blanket.

My orgasm jumped up and slapped me across the face, the feelings coursing through my body almost foreign since I came harder than I ever had before. I glanced down at Dom, expecting him to have the same look of awe that I had, but instead, his sneaky ass was wearing a determined expression. He held my hips and continued pumping in and out while his thumb played with my clit.

Call me crazy, but I’d never liked it when a man played with my clit while fucking me, butshit. The way Dom was working me right now had me questioning what I thought I knew about life. I mean, what color is the sky really? Is grass truly green? With a partner like Oprah, did Stedman define what it means to be a house-husband even though they aren’t married?

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