Page 135 of The Scandal You Started
Dominic’s breathy chuckle, laced with a groan, tickled her lips and ears as Rayna forced her bleary eyes to focus on his drunken ones.
“Only you, darling, would announce you wish to make love to me,” he said.
She leaned back into the hand cradling her nape to look at him properly. “Aren’t you the one who said you wanted us to make love?”
“I saidIwished to make love toyou.”
Her brows dipped. “What’s the difference if I make love to you?”
“How could you ask that, dammit?” he growled laughingly. “I am a man. I must make love to you, and you are to simply enjoy it.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to wiggle back on his lap. “Yeah, no, I don’t care if you’re a man. I’m making love toyou, Dominic.”
He widened his eyes, absolutely baffled, and tightened his hold to keep her in place. “No, you will not, woman.”
She was a little frustrated that he was trying to physically restrain her. But it only took a second to see past it. To notice how he’d left himself open to close-range seduction.
“Yes, I will,” she purred through a smirk as she dipped her face into the crook of his neck.
Dominic gasped deliciously when she kissed under his ear. The enticing sound shivered down her spine, and her eyes nearly rolled. It awakened a ruthless urge to tease, to ruin him, to have him panting and whimpering and drooling under her, and she fell right into its clutches.
Yanking on his hair, opening his strong throat to her, Rayna sucked on the sensitive skin of his pulse. She grazed her nails down his back too. Overwhelmed him further by rocking and rubbing and pressing against his hard-on.
Oh, he quivered so beautifully as he choked on her name. A moan clawed up her throat as her cunt pulsed. She let it out into his skin, and he flinched with a sharp hiss, his fingers clamping around her waist in a bruising grip.
His hand delved into her hair and tugged her back, sending sparks flittering over her scalp. “Enough, you wicked little minx,” he growled.
She dragged her teeth over her swollen bottom lip, smiling exactly like a wicked minx. “I’m just getting started, actually.”
Rising up onto her knees, Rayna clasped the hem of her loose T-shirt and whipped it over her head. It left her naked but for her grey boxer shorts.
Right before Dominic’s face.
His starved stare ignited as she threw her top aside, causing her breasts to jostle. He homed in on them, fanning her hot skin with a shuddering exhale.
She had him hypnotised, and it was fucking empowering. Made her feel like a queen. Made her bend into him until his face was nearly between the valley of the full globes. He couldn’t look away, and his mouth opened wider, ready to plant a kiss or a bite to her puckered nipples. He didn’t even seem to realise she’d gripped his T-shirt until she started pulling.
“This is madness,” he croaked, like he’d swallowed a frog, yet he raised his arms, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head.
As she sank back down on his lap, she drank up the glowing sight of him in the dim yellow lighting. She caressed her hands over the mat of hair on his chest, ever so slightly grazing his flat nipples, down the central line of his stomach, and back up to push on his shoulders.
But he gripped her hips and shook his head. “Rayna…”
“Be a good boy and sit back for me.”
His jaw locked and eyes narrowed in displeasure, but his erection gave a very telling jerk against her swollen sex. She could’ve sworn his cheeks pinkened too.
“I do not like it when you call me that,” he grumbled.
She smirked. “Liar.” And rubbed side to side across his thick length. “You like it.”
His fingers dug deeper into her skin. “It is patronising.”
She leaned in until her lips almost touched his, breathing in his warm exhale as he anticipated a kiss. “Be honest, Dominic.”
He let out a low, rumbling sound of displeasure. But after a moment, he whispered, “I shouldn’t like it.”
But I do.
