Page 98 of Swept for Forever
Then she turned in my arms, pressing against me, and kissed me back.
Her lips were hot and eager, her hands sliding up my chest and fisting my shirt. I deepened the kiss, drinking her in. Wine, lust, desire, trepidation. And I let my hands explore the curves that had driven me insane from the moment I laid eyes on her again.
Her dress was sinfully perfect, giving me access to the smooth skin of her back and the dip of her waist. I wanted more. Needed more.
We danced our way to the bed.
I pulled my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. She sat at the edge of the bed, and I caught it—the hesitation, the slightest glance toward the wine glass.
I cupped her face, brushing my thumb along her cheek, forcing her eyes back to mine.
“You okay?” I whispered.
For the first time tonight, she looked vulnerable.
“Dom?”
“Otter?”
“I’ve never let anyone this close before. Not like this,” she whispered, threading her fingers through mine. The hold was deliberate, clearly saying this wasn’t just new. It was everything.
I had known she wasn’t like anyone I’d been with before, butthis? This was a moment I hadn’t earned, but she’d given anyway.
My whole body was overwhelmed with awe. Of all the men she could’ve chosen, she wanted me. I couldn’t fathom how I deserved this, how I deserved her, but I knew one thing. I would never rush her and never let this be anything less than perfect for her.
I stopped letting my hands roam. Instead, I took both of hers in mine and held them between us.
“This means a lot, Autumn,” I said, my voice raw. “But know that I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
She exhaled shakily. “Iwantto be with you.”
I searched her face, making sure.
“I swear, Dom. I want you. I want to make love to you.”
That did it for me.
But not in a reckless way. No, this wasn’t just about bodies tangling under sheets. It was about showing her that giving herself didn’t mean giving anything away. That she could choose this and still be whole, still be her own.
I wanted her to feel that every second. I wanted to make her feel chosen, cherished, and strong.
Because this wasn’t about taking.
It was about letting her see exactly how deeply I was already hers.
My hands moved over her hips, then up, easing her out of her dress. She let it fall, standing before me in nothing but lace, black and delicate, andfuckif I didn’t feel like the luckiest man alive.
I stripped down to my briefs, my body thrumming with want, but I didn’t rush. I wouldn’t. Even though I felt like I was burning up inside, and even though I’d never wanted anything more, I held back.
Becauseshewas more important than my need.
My hands skimmed up her waist, my lips following, pressing reverent kisses over every inch of skin I could reach. I eased her back, guiding her gently until she was lying on the bed, laid out like a prayer I hadn’t realized I’d been whispering for years.
I unhook her bra.
Her breasts weren’t just beautiful, they were hers. Perfect in their own right. High, firm, and aching to be adored. I cupped them, my thumbs brushing across the peaks just to watch her shiver.
Exquisite. God, she was exquisite.
