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Her shoulders relaxed. “Is that what this is about?”
“I’m beginning to wonder if it were a mere dream.”
She tipped her chin higher, angling her mouth right under his. “It wasn’t. It happened. I meant it.”
That was it. That was all he’d wanted—needed—to hear.
His shuddering sigh of relief was still whispering through his ears when he cupped Rayna’s face in both of his palms and sealed his mouth over hers.
And it was almost painful. Like it’d been centuries since he’d kissed her, causing his body to physically hurt with the sudden reminder of how exquisite her lips felt. But the responsive pressof her own transformed the pain into a gratifying heat he wanted to pack his whole existence with.His entire life.
Spurred by the love she awoke within him, a raw groan clambered up his throat, and Dominic weighed over her, bending her back, kissing her harder, deeper.
But it was nowhere near as rushed and desperate as their first kiss. No, they tugged at each other’s lips with dragged-out, purposeful passion. The kind that branded his soul and made his head spin and his hands near tremble. Where she fisted his T-shirt and refused to let him pull away even a centimetre, and he said the words he couldn’t voice with caressing brushes of his thumbs against her cheeks.
Until their tongues tangled, and their gasps became audible, and bloody fucking woods, he knew he had to stop because his loins throbbed, and Kelly and River were just there, but Rayna tasted like home and mint and forever, and she scented of cherries and warmth and a life together, and he couldn’t help craving one more kiss, one more tug, one more moment basking in her caresses and desire and attention…
Please let me have her. Please let her be mine. Let this be forever.
They broke apart at the same time, panting and gulping for air. Each shudder racking his body brushed their swollen lips together. Gradually lifting his heavy lashes, he grazed his mouth against the bridge of her nose, laid a lingering peck to her forehead, then pressed one final deep kiss to her lips before forcing himself to straighten.
Rayna’s hands loosened around his T-shirt, and she sagged towards him. With her face still cupped in his hands, he relished the sparkling headiness in her charcoal eyes as her palms slipped to rest against his upper abdomen.
“Fuck,” she rasped so quietly. “My hands are shaking. What the fuck?”
He huffed a weak laugh and brushed his smiling lips against her nose again. “As are mine.”
“How am I supposed to drive like this?”
“You could stay with me,” he purred and lifted one of her hands to his mouth. He laid a kiss to the centre of her palm, delighting in the fact he could feel her trembling.
“If I stay with you…” She shook her head. “We’re not even gonna end up reaching a bed. And no way are we having sex with other people in the house.”
A big, lusty grin spread across his face. “Of course not. I need hours to make love to you, and it would be rather obvious what we were up to if we went missing for hours.”
Her mouth twitched. “Sure.Hours.” Then she tugged him down over her by his top and purred, “Be a good boy while I’m gone, Dominic.”
A growl rumbled from the depths of his throat into her kiss, but he wasn’t entirely sure it was as a result of finding her taunt insulting. For some absurd reason, sparks of arousal splattered under his skin that humiliated him as much as they excited him.
“Do not mock me, woman,” he grumbled.
She arched her brows, ever the smug seductress, and Dominic’s skin smarted. “Oh, I’m not mocking you. I’m just letting you know only good boys get rewarded with sex.”
Bloody woods, what kind of spell was she casting on him?
He hadn’t ever considered himself to be a particularly rough lover, but in that moment, his head was spinning, chest rumbling, hands aching with the urge to ruin her. To tease her as she was teasing him, and imprint her body so deeply and thoroughly with the memory of him. Of his hands. His mouth. His teeth.His cock.
His pleasure, painting her womb.Painting her skin.
It should have scared him how rough he wanted to be with her. But her goading had bewitched him into nothing but a puppetbeing controlled by the restless beast of his desire. He didn’t have the will to fight it. Rather, he wanted to loosen his control further.
“I will have my reward,” he growled. “But I will be taking ithoweverI wish.”
He lifted her palm to his lips and nipped at her skin, pinning her sultry, catlike gaze under the heated promise of his own. Then he slowly, reluctantly released her.
“You may go. But come home to me quickly, sweetheart.”
Chapter 28
