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“Yeah, I can feel howthickyour lack of patience is getting.” She gave a slight rock from side to side, teasing him as much as she was taunting her own ache. “But I dunno know.” She cocked her chin. “You think you’ve been a good enough boy for me?”
His breath snagged, and he tensed around her.
She had him there. Trapped between vicious denial and blazing arousal, both of them warred over his brow and set off explosions behind his eyes. Letting either one win would cost him something, but his inability to decide kept him satisfyingly mute.
At least until he embossed her hip with the shape of his fingers and growled, “I am not a boy.”
No, he was aman—with a dick big enough to make her question whether he’d fit. But like a mindless glutton, she wanted him to work her body to the limit and then push her further.
“You’re not,” she agreed, scratching her fingers up his nape. “But I told you, only good boys get rewarded, and you want your reward, don’t you?”
His jaw worked, but when she combed over his scalp, his lips came apart with a shiver. “Yes, dammit. I want it.I deserve it.”
And he took it.
Dominic clutched a fistful of her hair and captured her lips with bruising need and possession.
Heat gushed to the surface of her skin as Rayna released an unguarded moan and climbed him like a tree. She rubbed herself against his thick hard-on, grappling his hair, shoulders, and T-shirt to feel more of him, closer, heavier over her. He poured one gruff breath after another down her throat as their tongues locked in a frenzied dance.
Their kiss broke when he clutched her by the back of one thigh and hoisted her up. She locked her legs around him, sinking the liquid heat between her legs against his erection, and gyrated as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth. She sucked on it until he retreated and eagerly did it again when he fed it back to her, mimicking the hollow clench of her envious cunt. With a low moan, he deepened their kiss, moulding the back of her thigh in a grip that bordered on delicious pain, and she clutched at his hair just as hard.
Rayna gulped in a lungful of air as Dominic dragged his swollen lips down her chin. The weight of desire clouding her mind made her head feel heavy and fuzzy. She let it fall back, opening her throat to the trail of wet kisses he laid.
“You make me want things when you taunt me,” he rasped, his hot breath firing tingles all over her skin. “Wicked and depraved things.” He lapped his tongue over her pulse. “Things a gentleman ought not want to do.”
His words added pressure to the aching tickle of unspent pleasure in her sex, and doubled when he sucked on the sensitive spot of her neck, causing her to jolt.
“Fuck,” she mewled, struggling to keep her eyes open. “Dominic.”
He licked over her hot, buzzing skin and back up towards her lips. She captured his chin in the cup of her hand as she swiped greedily across his tongue.
“Do it,” she said. “Tell me what you want, and then do every single depraved thing to me.”
Feverish arousal erupted in his gaze, turning his irises the bright yellow of angry, spitting lava, and he smashed a kiss to her lips.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered through heavy pants. “Here.”
Her cunt sobbed in glee as he set her on her feet. He didn’t give her time to feel embarrassed by the way her legs wobbled and pushed her back against the door.
“I should…we should shower first,” she damn near slurred.
Bloody woods, what the fuck was he doing to her?
She normally got off on the power that came with seducing and teasing and having the upper hand, but she couldn’t even think beyonddick, fingers, tongue, want to come, need to come. It was either the result of weeks of pent-up desire, or Dominic was a lethal dose of aphrodisiac, making hunger burn so ferociously inside her, it was turning her into a needy mess.
But when he was so obviously keen on giving her gratification, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Afterwards,” he barely got out before yanking the front of her T-shirt up over her chest.
Her breasts jostled behind the cup of her lace-detailed, cotton bra, but he caught them in his palms and tugged the thinlypadded fabric under the weight of each globe. Eyes glued to her nipples, he moaned like a lusty fiend.
Rayna almost chuckled. Oh, he was definitely a boob man. No question there. Not when, for the second time, he was staring at her chest like he’d found a lost artefact of the ancient world.
He lifted and massaged them in his hands. “You are lovely, darling. So lovely.”
She hummed under the pleasant caress of his thumbs as he circled them around the copper brown peaks, making them pucker and harden. But as he bent forward and lowered his open mouth, he surprised a gasp out of her by tweaking them harshly.
He sighed with satisfaction. “What a sweet sound.”
