Page 10 of You, Me, and Forever

“How about you, Dominique. Do you have a boyfriend back home, where you import and export all the diamonds?” His voice was gruff and laced with tease.

My legs and hands were tingling from the buzz running through my body, and it was hard to think straight.

I shook my head. “My last boyfriend just got engaged to another woman—one of his coworkers.”

“His loss.”

“I don’t know about that. She teaches yoga on the beach in California, and she’s really pretty in that ‘I don’t even have to try’ kind of way.” A nervous laugh left my lips.

I was oversharing. This was what I did.

“You’re beautiful. Personally, I think most would find a diamond dealer to be way more exciting than a yoga instructor.” He smiled, and I desperately wanted him to kiss me again.

“She’s probably super bendy,” I said, and my voice was barely recognizable as it came out all breathy.

“How long ago did you and he break up?” he asked, the question surprising me as his thumb traced the length of my jaw.

“Six months ago. You should probably know that it’s been a while for me. You know, with having sex. I’ve been sexless for a while now.” I looked up at him before reaching for the button on his jeans. I was done talking about my annoying ex and the lack of sex I’d had. This gorgeous man was here and ready for whatever I wanted to do—so I was going to do it.

His hand wrapped around my wrist, and he stopped me. “There’s no rush. I plan to take my time with you.”

Yes, please.

The next thing I knew, he was lifting me off the ground, and my legs wrapped around his waist, my jean skirt bunching up high on my thighs. He carried me down the hallway to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed with a little bounce.

“If this is too much, you just tell me, okay?” he asked, hovering above me.

I could still taste his whiskey from our kiss on my tongue.

“I’m ready for too much,” I blurted out, and he chuckled this gruff, masculine laugh.

His fingers traced up my calf, my thigh, and moving beneath my skirt as I sucked in a breath. His lips were on mine, and he kissed me as his fingers continued to run up and down my leg.

We kissed for the longest time, and my body was on fire. I tried to thrust forward to get him to move his hand where I wanted it. I finally pulled back, unlocking our lips long enough to look at him. No words were exchanged, as if he knew what I was asking for.

His hands teased the outside of my lace panties, and I gasped.

He stroked me over the fabric, slowly, as his lips found mine again. Our tongues tangled as his fingers stroked me between my thighs.

I was bucking into him, desperate for more, when his fingers slipped beneath my panties.

“You’re so fucking wet, beautiful.” He pulled back, his heated gaze on mine. “When was the last time you were touched?”

“I told you that I broke up with my boyfriend six months ago,” I said, feeling mortified and pathetic at how desperate I sounded. My body was betraying me, letting him know how much I wanted him. My hands covered my face, and he tugged them down.

“You don’t hide when you’re with me. I don’t care when you were last touched—I just want to know what you need and how to make you feel good.”

“It’s been a long while. We weren’t really doing great before we broke up, so even when we had sex, it was pretty rushed and uneventful those last few months.” I shrugged. I was never going to see this man again, so I had nothing to lose.

I was just a sex-deprived diamond dealer from Chicago where he was concerned.

“That’s a shame,” he said. “So how about I make you feel good tonight?”

I nodded. He stunned me when he grabbed my hips and flipped me over quickly. I laughed as he unzipped the back of my skirt, and I lifted just enough for him to tug it down my legs.

“Good Christ. This ass is a work of art,” he said after tossing my skirt on the floor. He ran his fingers over my butt cheeks. He took his time kissing each side before slowly rolling me over so I was facing him again. He tugged off both of my cowboy boots and let them fall to the ground.

I’d never been undressed by a man before, and taking off my own clothes moving forward would be a disappointment.

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