A rough finger shoved inside me, and I moaned while he was lodged in my throat. “Mmm . . .”
“Fuck.” It came out strained. The vibration of my moan must have felt pretty damn good, judging by his reaction. The heel of his palm pressed against my clit while the finger fucked me in time with his hips. Pleasure built at the base of my spine, teasing the orgasm again.
I pumped my fist on him. Used suction. Spun the edge of my tongue on the head of his dick. Everything in my arsenal to bring him to the brink, as he was about to tip me over into ecstasy.
“Shit. Oh, fuck, yes,” Dominic said between deep breaths. “Take it.”
It was the last push I needed to release, and I exploded. My cries were muffled by his enormous, throbbing cock, and as I came, my legs trembling, it was the wordless permission he needed.
Breath left him in a loud burst, and his movements became jerky and erratic, followed by a long noise of satisfaction, which rumbled up from deep in his chest. He came in spurts, wave after wave, filling my mouth, and when he ceased, I swallowed. It drew another low moan from him.
“Payton,” he whispered, his knuckles brushing over my cheekbone. He stepped back and helped me sit up. In a heartbeat, he was seated beside me on the bed, his arms trapping me. I tilted my head so he could trace kisses along my neck, my eyes falling shut and my fingertips gritting over his unshaven face.
His kisses slowed, and reality returned, one layer after another. I blinked sluggishly. We collapsed on the bed and Dominic tugged the sheet up over our sweat-dampened bodies.
A chuckle rang out when I curled up beside him, needing the contact against his warm body. I sighed dramatically, but since he couldn’t see my face, I grinned. We’d pushed each other into new territory. Talking. Sleeping in the same bed. Love.
Soon, marriage.
“Hey.” I rolled over onto my other hip, turning to face him. “Let’s get married.”
His eyes were already closed, one hand tucked under his pillow. “Thought we already agreed on that.”
“No,” I said. “Let’s get married while we’re home. Tomorrow.”
chapter
TWO
Dominic’s eyes flew open and a scowl darkened his face. “What?”
As the idea began to take shape, I grew more excited. “We’ve been living together for a year. The paperwork with our work visas is a pain in the ass. We could go to the courthouse and do one of those quickie J
ustice of the Peace things.”
His face was stoic, but the muscles beneath his jaw tensed, as if clenching his teeth. He wasn’t a fan of this idea?
“Have you ever been to any of the Cook County courthouses?” He asked it in a lazy voice, but there was tension beneath. “Because if you had, I don’t think you’d be chomping at the bit to go back.”
“Okay, the courthouse isn’t great, but it’s not that bad. Think about it—”
His expression turned serious. “I already have.”
I hesitated as the words sank in. He’d considered getting married while we were home, but decided against it. “And . . .?”
“This is Evie and Logan’s wedding, not ours.”
“Seriously? We don’t even have to tell anyone. Just you and me.” My fingers brushed over his jaw, cupping his face. “I’m tired of waiting, and I don’t need the big party or the dress. I want to be your wife.”
He blinked slowly, and I saw the thought run through his gorgeous eyes. He wanted this too, and badly, but he shook his head. “I really fucking want that, but there are a bunch of reasons why we should wait.”
“Yeah?” I deflated somewhat. “Convince me this isn’t the best idea ever.”
“Our families won’t like it.”
I raised an eyebrow. Of course it mattered what Dominic’s family thought, because they were warm and fuzzy, and the way a family was supposed to be. Besides his sweet parents, I was getting two hilarious sisters-in-law in the deal. I was less interested in what my family had to say about any decision I made in my life.
“I know your family might not like it,” I said, “but they’ll get over it. I have zero fucks to give about my family.”