Page 68 of For the Love of the Gods

He pumped his hips up once, twice, pushing out waves of pleasure through me and ripping a moan from my throat. I was moving frantically now, dragging my hands down his neck and chest to catch the lapels of his jacket and push it off his toned shoulders.

The jacket dropped to the floor with a thud, exposing a thin black t-shirt that did nothing to hide the heat radiating off him. His skin was so hot it’d burn me, but I didn’t care. I’d invite it if it meant he’d keep running his hands down my sides to settle on my lower back. He broke the kiss to drop his lips to my throat, my head rolling to the side and giving him access to the spot where my shoulder connected to my neck. The second his mouth touched that sensitive spot, my hips bucked off the door to meet his hard length.

I needed him lower. I needed him everywhere.

“Dominic,” I begged, dragging up the hem of his t-shirt. I almost fainted when the back of my hand brushed the trail of hair dusting across his lower stomach. I wanted to see where that line ended, to catch a glimpse of the muscles I felt under my hands.

“Right here, Rose,” Dominic responded, the words scraping roughly against my collarbone. He paused for only a second, to lift a hand over to the back of his shirt and pull it over his head.

My mouth watered at what it exposed. His chest was a solid wall, covered with a light, groomed layer of hair and his stomach was stacked with muscles so defined they looked sharp. The trail of hair on his lower stomach dipped into his slacks. Slacks that hung low on his hips, revealing the band of his black boxers.

I dragged my gaze back up his chest to meet his eyes. I found his gaze triumphant. He knew I liked what I saw, and he’d never let me forget it.

“Good to know,” he said, confirming he knew exactly what was running through my head, before catching me with another blazing kiss. The feel of his bare chest under my hands was addicting, the feel of his hands on my bare thighs intoxicating.

Dominic slid his hand up the leg I had wrapped around his waist, squeezing my ass in his broad palm. I shivered, and a spike of heat went straight to my core.

I was throbbing, my body begging him to move closer, to feel just how much I wanted him. His hand moved up, brushing against the lace band of my panties, pushing another pained groan from his throat.

“No one is coming in to interrupt us,” Dominic said, punctuating his words with a slow, dirty drag of his tongue against my lips. “You are the only person who can stop this.”

An uninterrupted night with Dominic. I couldn't think of anything I wanted more in that moment. And I hated it.

“Don’t,” I gasped, and Dominic immediately lightened his grip on my waist and ass.

No. The word was a guttural reaction to his absence.

I shook my head, brushing my lips softly against his. “Stop. I meant don’t stop.”

Dominic pulled away just a fraction of an inch, his brown eyes on fire with desire. His lust felt good, made me feel beautiful and so,soturned on.

“Good,” Dominic claimed, dropping his forehead to mine for a second before tilting his chin down to kiss me again. His restraint was gone, his movements rough.

He dragged his hand from my ass up and over the crook of my thigh and hip. The thin lace of my panties gave way as he tucked his fingers under the band and slipped downwards.

The pad of his finger brushed over my clit and I bucked forward, pushing him down to my entrance to feel how ready I was for him.

Dominic dropped his head to my shoulder and shuddered. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

I nodded my head, and I could feel him smiling against my skin. I was beyond words right now. Couldn’t even address the old nickname, uttered with a renewed reverence that would change my reaction to the word forever. I could only let out a broken moan as he slowly worked two fingers inside of me, hooking one to hit a spot that made me throw my head back against the door.

The whimper I let out as he moved his thumb to work my clit was helpless. I was entirely at his mercy, could be in no other place as he moved his skilled fingers in just the right rhythm. Over and over and over again.

“If you keep making those noises, I’m going to get distracted,” Dominic said, right as I made another one of those breathless sounds. I couldn’t help it, not when my chest all the way down to where he was inside of me was stretching taut, lighting ablaze with pleasure.

I grabbed the back of his thick neck and gripped onto his hair, begging for purchase anywhere I could find it. I was so close to the edge my face felt hot. When he pressed down on my clit and dragged his hooked finger a little further forward, I detonated, my voice breaking on a groan as I came. I had to be breaking skin, I was digging my nails into his neck so hard, but I couldn’t find the mind to care.

Not when pleasure was radiating out from my body in tidal waves. My chest was heaving, trying to grab onto a spare breath.

“I…” I trailed off. Words could come later.

Dominic lifted his head from my neck and pulled his fingers out of me. He lifted them between us, and I braced myself against the door. If he was going to do what I thought he was, I was going to pass out.

Sure as the day was long, Dominic placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked, releasing a pleased grumble that poured more gasoline on my still fiery desire.

“Damnit, now you’ve made me an addict,” Dominic scolded, eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Despite the sharp bite to his words, the thought of his head between my legs sent another flush of heat to my core. And to my cheeks, for that matter. My face felt like it was on fire.

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