Page 87 of Call Me Anytime
Hell, I’m tempted to do a lot of things with him. And truth be told, I’ve been letting myself give in to every single one of them.Maybe it’s all the pent-up energy from the first twenty-five years of my life,I think sardonically.
“You keep doing that, and you’re going to have to give me a five-minute warning before you start anything,” Dom teases, his voice thick and still heavy with the exhaustion from our most recent round of sex.
I look up at him, my chin propped on his chest, and grin. “Five minutes? I’ve seen how fast you get worked up. I’d say two, tops.”
He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates against my cheek. “All right, smart-ass. Let’s not forget who had you moaning my name so loud just ten minutes ago I’m pretty sure your neighbors heard. And they’re at least two miles away.”
My cheeks flame, and I bury my face in his chest. “I wasn’t that loud!”
“Oh, but you were.” He brushes my hair away from my face, and I peek out of one eye to see him smiling down at me with a teasing grin. “Hell, I’m surprised Sherry didn’t wake up and burst through the door wondering if Tony and Gibbs were in here fighting a suspect.”
Thankfully, my mom is sound asleep, and has been ever since we finished dinner and she found out Tony—a.k.a. Dom—was sleeping over.
“I was really that loud?” I eventually ask, my voice barely above a whisper and my face still hidden like a coward’s against his chest.
“You were,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, it’s all your fault, you know?” I retort. “You’re the one who acts like giving out orgasms is an Olympic sport.”
A chuckle vibrates his chest and tickles my ear. “Hannah?”
“Yeah?”
He tips my chin up so our eyes meet. “Hearing you moan like that is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll give you orgasms all day, every day, if you promise to do that every time.”
I grin, my embarrassment fading. With Dom, everything feels so easy, so natural. He makes me feel like I can let go, like I can just be me in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else.
And that scares me. Because I know I love him.
The realization hit me the other night, the first time we had sex, somewhere between his mouth on mine and the way he whispered my name like a prayer against my skin. I love him, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything this big before.
“You know,” I say, needing to change the subject before my feelings spill out of me, “I’ve been thinking about my CMA calls.”
“Oh yeah?” Dom raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “What about them?”
“I know I’m getting, like, really good at dirty talk now, but I don’t think I’m going to use that on my callers,” I say with a grin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. “I’m going to save that for you.”
“You’re getting good at dirty talk?” he questions, and I nod.
“Clearly, there was a learning curve, but I think you’d be surprised what I’d be capable of if I unleashed these new skills on one of my pervy CMA callers.”
Dom’s laughter shakes his chest, but there’s a glint of challenge in his eyes. “All right, let’s hear it, Ms. May. Prove it.”
“You want me to dirty-talk you?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” he says. “Do your dirtiest.”
I narrow my eyes, a playful smile tugging at my lips as I lean in close, my mouth just barely brushing his ear. “You know what drivesme crazy?” I whisper, my voice low and sultry. “The way your hands feel on my skin. How your mouth tastes when you kiss me. How good it feels when you let me wrap my mouth around your cock. And the fact that I’m lying here right now, completely naked, just waiting for you to take me again.”
The air between us shifts instantly. His breath hitches, and I pull back just enough to see the heat flare in his eyes.
“Well, shit,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls me closer. His mouth claims mine in a kiss so deep and consuming it steals my breath. When he pulls back, his lips hover over mine, his smile devilish. “Okay, yeah, your dirty talk has definitely improved.”
“I told you so.” I grin, but my heart races in my chest, and my body buzzes with anticipation as his hands slide down my back, pulling me tighter against him.
“You’re dangerous, Hannah May,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “You know that?”
“Only with you,” I whisper, and the truth of those words settles deep in my chest.
