Page 20 of Scorned Beauty
“In case you haven’t noticed, cats do as they please,” I told him and crossed my legs.
“They have no sense of loyalty, unlike dogs.”
“So I’m taking you do at least like dogs, but they shed too.”
Dom straightened from his lean and approached me. “I grew up with dogs, but it makes little sense to have one if I don’t have time to walk him since I live in Manhattan.”
“That’s why there are dog walkers.”
“I’m rarely at my penthouse, even in the evenings.”
“Then maybe you need a cat. They’re self-sufficient.”
Dom’s gaze drifted to the window. “I can see that. But so far, I’m not convinced to get a pussy…cat.” The way the word pussy rolled over his tongue made me swallow.
He leaned closer, bracing his arms on either side of me, but kept our bodies from touching.
“You seem determined to get to mine.”
Dom chuckled. “Are we still talking about Ginger?” His mouth was by my ear. “Or redheads in general.”
My body seemed to sway toward his and my breath hitched. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“I have a different menu in mind.” He leaned back and shot me a heated look that made my toes curl. Damn this man and the potent sexual cloud that surrounded him.
Before I got caught in the tailspin of his seduction, I blurted out, “So what are our rules for the weekend?”
“I always fuck with a condom,” he said.
“I don’t have any right now.”
“I’ve got that covered. I always use my own.”
I quirked a brow. “Paranoid much?”
“Just careful.”
“What about?—”
“Enough.” He nipped my bottom lip, and before I could react, he crushed my mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands went under my ass and lifted me. No foreplay, no teasing. Outright domination. His tongue forced its way between my lips anddueled with mine. Actually, there was not much forcing, but my pussy spasmed against his torso and I had the urge to ride his belt buckle. Cold metal against hot pussy. Oh, God. I was a hair trigger away from coming.
Our mouths continued clashing before I heard my bedroom door slam.
He broke the kiss and snarled, “I swear, woman, I have a lotta patience, but you’ve pushed my limits more than once.”
“Your stitches,” I screeched.
“I’ll survive.” Then I went flying across the room and landed on the bed. Dom pulled off his henley, and sure enough, he was already bleeding.
“You’re going to ruin the mattress,” I breathed. But did I care? No.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled. “Now shut up and let me have you before I lose my damn mind.”
He tossed my sneakers and he was yanking my joggers off. “I wanted to do this with more finesse…” he continued to mutter. “But you’ve been driving me crazy since last night.”
I braced on my elbows, utterly fascinated to see Dom fumbling with my clothes. “What? No foreplay?” I managed to tease before he peeled my panties away.
“Foreplay?”
