Page 50 of Kingpin
I tell myself I don’t want him, but my body tells me different.
I tell myself he’s dangerous, but my heart doesn’t care.
I tell myself I can go back to Alaska and get over him, but I know that’s a lie.
I breathe hard, like I just finished running a mile, and I can feel the tears stinging my eyes as I stare at his terrifying beauty. I think to say something, but when I start, the words catch in my throat and I feel overcome with emotion. All I can do is shake my head and try to fight off the combination of joy and fear I feel. Looking at him makes it worse, and I have to pry my eyes off of him so I can look at the floor until I recover from what feels like a blow to the stomach.
“Why?” I stammer, still staring at the floor. “Why can’t I say no, when I know I should? Why can’t I turn off these feelings?”
“Because you’ve loved me since you were eleven years old, and it doesn’t matter what we do now. Nothing will ever turn this off.”
As I look down, I’m taken aback by the sudden sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor. Dominic races over to me and firmly puts his hands on my cheeks. He lifts my head up and forces me to lock eyes with him, then he presses his lips against mine like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever be able to do it.
My body melts into a pool of hot wax at his feet as I let go and give in. His tongue caresses mine and moves like it’s been waiting to be reunited with me. Dominic’s breathing picks up and it’s now just as heavy as mine as we kiss with more passion than there has ever been in my life. I couldn’t pull away from him if I tried, and I wouldn’t dare try.
His hands start to explore my body as they slide down my neck and make their way to my hips. He pulls my pelvis to his and I don’t even know how to react. Instincts take over and my hands mirror his. I pull him into me, and it’s in that moment that I know I’m lost forever. I want him like I know I’ll die without him, and once that thought enters my mind, it burrows deep and there’s no getting it out. There’s no U-turn allowed, and I’m on a one way street to somewhere frightening and exhilarating.
I can’t go back.
I don’t want to go back.
My fingers claw at the buttons on his shirt, and his tear at my belt. I drop his shirt at the same time he lets my jeans fall to the floor. The cold air hits my legs, but his hands immediately warm them up again as he rubs my inner thighs like he’s reading my mind.
His body is picture perfect: smooth, tight, ripped, vascular muscles, pulsating in his chest and arms as he rubs my body. The look and feel of it all takes my breath away, but it’s nothing compared to what I feel when Dominic drops to his knees, pushes my panties to the side and rubs his tongue over my clit.
I nearly scream, and my knees buckle instantly. Dominic has to hold my body upright as he works his tongue over and over again on my clit. My body jumps and writhes like it’s mimicking the moves his tongue makes, and the sensation is so strong, I start to wonder if I’ve ever had someone do this to me before. I have, of course, but Dominic is so good it erases the others. No one and nothing existed before this.
I grip his hair and let it slide between my fingers, and then I have to squeeze and pull it as the orgasm hits me like I never saw it coming. I moan, I yell, I whimper, I fall apart, I melt in his mouth, and he loves every second of it.
Once I’m able to stand on my own, Dominic slowly rises. He locks eyes with me for a second, then he bends at the knees and wraps his arms around my waist. His biceps tighten around my hips and his forearms grip my ass as he lifts me up off the floor, and starts to carry me down the hall. I look down at him and wrap my arms around his thick neck.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks, his voice low and hot.
“Third door on the left,” I answer.
Dominic carries me down the hall and into the bedroom, and I pat myself on the back for telling the movers to make sure the bed was setup before they left. There’s no sheets or covers on it, but we won’t be needing those.
Dominic lays me down on the bare mattress, then he stands up so I can see him. The lights are out, but I can still see his rock hard stomach with the six-pack that looks drawn on. I watch him as he unfastens his pants and drops them to the floor. My heart explodes into a million caffeinated butterflies as he pushes his boxer briefs down and they fall to his ankles.
Every inch of him is beautiful.
Every.
Single.
Inch.
I stare at him. I stare atit, and I feel warmth emanating from between my legs like our bodies are communicating. I watch him pull a condom from his pants and slide it on, and every move he makes is laced with sexiness, and I can barely take it. We can’t wait any longer.
He pulls my panties off and doesn’t waste a second before sliding inside me. The width of his shaft stretches me in all the best ways, and I gasp at the feeling, sucking in as much air as I can to steady myself.
He starts slow, grinding from side to side before thrusting slow and deep. My fingers grip his muscled back as he takes his time, making sure I feel every inch of him. He pushes himself in as deep as our bodies will allow us to go, then he pulls himself out to the point of teasing me with the tip, before sliding all the way back in.
Every.
Single.
Inch.
