Page 136 of Under the Lights

Dom snorted behind me. When I turned around, though, he had already bitten it back. His arms were folded across his chest, and he was watching me like I was the only thing in the room.

I met his eyes, suddenly hyper-aware of how loudly my heart was beating.

“I tried to stay away. I really, really tried. But you’re in my head. Like some kind of infuriating, relentless echo I can’t shut off.”

I crossed my arms, but it wasn’t armor this time — it was to keep my hands from shaking.

“You were right,” I admitted. “About me being hooked. I hate how well you know me. I hate how you get under my skin. But more than that?” My voice dropped to a near whisper. “I hate pretending I don’t want you.”

He was so still. Like he didn’t dare move.

I gave a shaky laugh, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“God, I feel insane even saying this out loud. But I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like I don’t care when I do. I care way too much, Dom. And I don’t know what the hell that means, or what we’re doing, but…”

Our eyes locked. “I’m here. And I’m done running.”

For a beat, the room held its breath — like even the air was waiting for him to say something, anything. But all I got was silence. Then he moved closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

My heart pounded as his fingers slowly traced down my arm. Suddenly, everything I had been holding back spilled over. I pounced on him, my nails digging into the back of his neck as he easily lifted me up.

“You’re so goddamn frustrating,” I panted against his lips.

My legs had wrapped around his broad waist as if on autopilot. The fabric of my skirt was pushed up around my hips as I feverishly ground my pussy against his rock-hard dick.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same,” Dom growled, the sound vibrating through his broad chest, as he spread open-mouthed kisses over my neck and chest.

“It would’ve been so much easier if you’d just given up.” I sassed, which he punished with a sharp bite to my nipple through my top.

“It would’ve been so much easier if you’d just given in,” he shot back, amusement in his voice.

“Thought you said you knew me.”

“I do.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, fire burning in his eyes. “I know that when I slide this thong to the side, you’ll be dripping for me.”

I narrowed my eyes, my lips rolling together.

Triumph flashed across his face as his grin turned dangerous, wicked. “I’m right.”

“Ugh.” I huffed angrily.

“Aw, it’s okay, Darlin’. No shame in being wet for your man.”

Dom put his theory to the test, shifting his grip so he held me up against the wall with just one arm and the pressure of his body. With a sharp tug, he tore through my tights like they were tissue paper.

“Guess you won’t be needing these,” he murmured, smug as hell.

Pushing the gusset of my thong aside, he revealed my swollen pussy, his thumb spreading my lips, and gliding through them with ease.

I was so fucking wet, it was positively slippery down there.Damn him. The cocky smirk on his face spoke louder than words ever could.

“Such a good girl, being ready for me.”

“Fuck you,” I said sweetly.

His arm stayed locked under me, holding me against the wall without strain. With his free hand, he dipped the waistband of his sweatpants low, just enough to free himself.

The broad tip of his dick was suddenly pushed against my entrance, making my eyes widen.

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