Page 39 of A Lethal Game of Trust
“Take off everything,” he demanded as he whipped off his black top.
Dom had been shirtless in front of me a hundred times over, seeing as I’d known him since I was born. There were pictures of us as toddlers grinning in the bathtub.
As teenagers, we’d drive out to the cove and go swimming in the dark, smoking cigarettes we shouldn’t. At family barbecues, we’d bomb into the pool. At school, I’d seen him wiping sweat off his head with his football shirt as he ran across the field at the end of the game. He’d grin at me and Issy as we cheered him on. Somehow, in the ten years since, his physique had only improved. A feat I wouldn’t have thought possible at the time.
He was all muscle. Everywhere was lean muscle, the ripples of abs across his stomach so delicious, I wanted to lick them, run my fingers over the dips and grooves of his body. I wanted to trace the deep-V down to his cock, so defined like a damn Ken doll, and put his dick right back in my mouth.
The man should have been more specific. I needed more time to treasure this one moment of my life. Where I was going to get what I had wanted for years. What I had achedfor.
So I pulled off one earring and then the other, leaving them on the radiator cover.
He groaned and pulled me to him by my waist. “You think you’re so clever.”
I gave a small little nod. False shyness. “Just making sure you know you’re not in charge.”
“I’m not?” he asked as he pulled my top over my head. He slipped the straps of my bra down and bent to suck on one of my nipples while his thumb ran circles in the other.
“Nope,” I breathed.
He released me with a loud popping sound, his hands making quick work of the button and zip of my jeans. “So what’s next?”
“You’re going to fuck me as you promised.”
13
Beg Me Properly
Leonie
“Am I?” he asked with a laugh. Walking backwards, he hooked a finger in the two belt loops of my jeans and dragged me to the living room.
I couldn’t tell you a single detail about the room. There was a sofa, probably a TV. My vision was nothing but him.
“That’s not what’s next.” He nodded down to my remaining clothes, his eyes catching on my breasts. “I told you to take off everything.”
Damn, these jeans. There was no way to take them off seductively.
He sat back on the sofa, legs spread, arm on the rest, as if he were about to watch a fascinating show.
He slept with models, reality stars and small-time actors before Mia — all beautiful. He’d invite them to family events, but never more than one. They lasted one time only. Until Mia.
I bet they undressed like exotic dancers. I had done salsa.Not quite the same.
Now, I normally scrambled and tripped over my trousers like a clumsy baby hippo.
With as much grace as I could muster, I peeled and shimmied off my jeans, stepping on the material to pull them from my ankles.
Dom didn’t care for my awkwardness, his gaze roving over me but stopping on my knickers. “Everything.”
“I thought,” I started and leaned over him, my tits inches from his face, his eyes locked on them, “you could do the honours.”
“Mmm,” he moaned and sat up as I straightened. He traced the edge of the lace from my hip down to where I needed his touch. “Oh, Leo,” he said as his finger skimmed the damp material. “I thought you enjoyed sucking my cock but I clearly underestimated how much.”
My body tensed as he hoisted them down to my knees and, there, pressed my legs further apart. “Let me see you.”
He didn’t spend long looking, running his finger down me. He leaned forward and gave me one long lick that left me trembling and reaching to hold his hair to keep me steady. Realising, he held me by my waist with both hands and looked up at me. “Leonie, you are delightful.”
I looked anywhere other than him. But he stood and pulled my chin to look at him. “You taste as good as you look,” he said before kissing me quickly on the mouth. “I’ve spent hours of my life imagining how I’m going to fuck you. What you’ll sound like when you come undone by my tongue.”
