Page 53 of A Lethal Game of Trust
Then his back straightened again with the tiniest frown. “Surely other guys have wanted your ass before, though, and, you what, didn’t let them?”
I ran my hand up his thigh to his bulge. I didn’t want to talk about other men.
“When I say my fantasy is you doing whatever you want to me, that’s what I mean. Not just any man.You.”
He stopped his movements and looked up out of the window. I’d been too open, too vulnerable, too needy. He was about to back away, realise this was a mistake and ask the driver to take him back to his house. To Mia.
“There’s a hotel,” he said suddenly. “There’s a hotel just down the road from here. Let’s go there. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Isn’t that my line?” I asked, brushing the corner of his lips with mine. “We’re only two minutes away.”
“Too long,” he whispered and kissed me.
It was soft and sweet for all of two seconds before he nipped at my lip, my mouth opening for him to slide in his tongue. If the seatbelt wasn’t restraining me, I would have done exactly what I had in his car earlier. Climbed onto his lap.
His touch travelled up and down my arms, his calloused hands rough against me.
“Leo,” he said as he pulled back to look me in the eye. “This is not how I saw my weekend going.”
“Me neither,” I said with a smile. Just over twenty-four hours ago, I’d dreaded him coming to our flat. “I’m not mad about it, though.”
“Oh no,” he agreed. “I’m quite happy about it.”
“Quite?” I teased. “You’re just a little bit happy about it?”
As soon as I said it, I realised his girlfriend and cohabitant had to cheat on him for us to get there. His thoughts clearly didn’t go that way.
“I try not to act so keen around women I want to impress,” he drawled.
“Ooh, you want to impress me?” I laughed.
We were filling the void, trying to keep our distance because if I touched him, kissed him… I couldn’t handle two minutes, but the thick and intoxicating energy between us, still feeling each other’s bodies…
Two minutes was too long.
He bent his head for his hazel eyes, inches away from mine, to be the whole of my vision. “I plan on impressing you real hard tonight, Leonie.”
My insides clenched.
Well fuck, maybe we should just sit in silence. He could go and sit in the seat further away because this was not working.
“God, do not bite your lip like that. If you don’t want me to pull us out of this moving car and fuck you on the pavement, do not do that.”
I pulled my lip into my mouth with a scrape of my teeth. He could throw me from this slowing car and as long as I was in his arms, pressed up against him, I could deal with the broken bones. He’d fuck me hard, then bandage me up like he had this morning.
“Leo,” he warned, voice low. “Don’t.”
But I laughed and pulled his mouth back to mine because I had to kiss him. I had to wriggle closer.
His hand cupped my chin. Maybe he was a kisser.
“Anywhere here?” the taxi driver asked, turning down her music.
Dom pulled away and nodded, not looking out the window but instead at me. “Yeah, this is great.” Then he passed some notes to her, told her to keep the change and leaned over me to open my door.
I scooted out, standing at the open door, waiting for him. It had been humid all night, but as we left the bar, the cold was starting to bite. Dom’s body heat was all I craved.
But he sat there, now in my seat, looking up at me and shaking his head. “Fuck.”
