Page 22 of Torrid Love
Her eyes shift from left to right as if she’s looking for a repartee.
Without thinking, I move in close and press my hips hard against her stomach. My cock has been on alert since I saw her, but now there’s no way of hiding how I respond to being this close to her.
Her eyes widen like saucers. “God. Rod, you’re… I can feel you.”
“Yeah, I’m fuckinghard.”
“Oh.”
Her sexy little body feels really damn good against me. Every time she bats her eyelashes at me, a steady stream of adrenaline ramps me up. Still, I coax myself not to rush her. I give her time to decide if she wants this or not.
Her tempting lips part to say something, but she decides against it.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Dom?”
“I can’t believe this,” she says.
“Why not?”
“Because…” she doesn’t finish her sentence.
I let my eyes linger over her and feel a wicked sense of satisfaction when her breathing catches. I’m not the only one who’s affected.
Sweet Dom.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I cup her face. Her hands come up to my chest as she lets out a low sensual moan.
Her blue eyes fix onto mine. The hunger I read in them is unsettling.
I lean into her and inhale her arousing scent.
Damn.
“I’ve been dying to know if you’re really my sweet Dom,” I say softly.
“Rod…” My name comes out in a breathless plea.
That’s so fucking hot.
A triumphant grin pulls the corner of my mouth.
What’s even sexier is how her eyes never leave mine. Those gem-like sapphires have witnessed me at my lowest. She knows all about my closet full of skeletons. Still, she’s never turned her back on me.
Heated lust rushes through my veins like a hurricane.
My control is wavering by the second.
Without thinking, I lower my mouth to hers. I wait for her to protest. She doesn’t. Instead, she stretches her neck until our lips touch.Finally,I kiss the girl who’s been the main feature in my wet dreams and filthy fantasies for so long now.
The moment our lips connect, an intoxicating charge shoots straight to my cock and suddenly I can no longer spell the words ‘best friends’.
Goddammit.
The kiss is soft and tender at first, but in no time, it turns into a depth-smoldering make-out session. I take possession of her lips in the most unwavering way. Our tongues tangle and dance wild. With a feral grunt, I grind my rod-hard cock against Dom’s stomach. Her hips tilt forward and without warning, she writhes against me.
“Ah, fuck,” I growl into her mouth.
