“All right, sure.”
Obviously, he didn’t think it was going to be so easy, because he froze. “Really?”
“Yeah, now seal the deal,” I groaned, rubbing against him. I shifted my hips, trying to line up with him and –
Yes. He pushed inside me, my body gasping with pleasure.
“Shit, your cock is huge. It
feels so good—”
He put his hand over my mouth, silencing me. “Not. Another. Word.” It came out through clenched teeth. “I know how good it feels, and I’m trying not to think about it.”
Adorable, embarrassed Dom. Welcome back.
The hand shifted away, only to be replaced by his mouth, and his hips drew back, tentative. Then, they surged forward. Our kiss broke as we moaned collectively, and then hard lips returned to mine, demanding.
That indecent, deliberate rhythm as he pounded into me was just as exciting as it had been last time, only now there was a new layer to it. No added pressure. Because what we were doing? We’d be doing this again at least once more over the next two weeks. Probably a lot more, if he could keep up.
My hands slipped around his back so I could dig my perfectly manicured nails in. His tempo increased, as did the intensity of Dominic’s kiss. A hand tangled in my hair, gently tugging my head back, and his kiss descended to the base of my throat.
“Two weeks,” he rumbled, like he was murmuring to himself.
“I’m going to wear your ass out.”
His hands seized my breasts and teeth nipped at my neck. “We’ll see about that.”
The slap of our bodies grew loud, punctuating the air, but the bed remained quiet as he drove into me. Harder. Faster. Not that I was complaining, but where the fuck did slow go? Whatever we’d done at the club before, this was something else. This was most definitely fucking. He claimed me with his cock, over and over again. Aggressive and dominating, owning me. I cried out, about to be overwhelmed.
“This ass is mine for the next two weeks,” he said. It was like he’d just thrown me into a pool, submerging me in ecstasy. I shuddered in his arms, my scream quieted by his hand as I came violently, arching my back and sucking down air through my nose. I continued to gasp even when the hand fell away, but he didn’t slow his pace.
Instead, Dominic rolled his hips against me, grinding my clit.
“Fuck,” I said breathless, my eyes slamming shut. “You’re going to make me come again.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He dropped into fourth gear. It wasn’t gentle, and holy shit, I loved it. A deep sound of approval ripped from my chest. He rose up on balled fists so he could slam into me, driving me into the mattress with force.
Maybe the environment at the club had thrown him off, coupled with his unwanted dry spell. But not here with a bed and a woman beneath him, one who’d begged him for this. Now Dominic was in his element.
A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, another between the chiseled sculpture of his chest. I wanted to lick it off. So I rose up onto my elbows, and somehow, despite everything else we’d done, this was the motion that upended the ice bucket on the bed, sending a tidal wave of freezing water rolling my way.
I screamed when it hit my heated skin, jerked away, and scrambled off to stand by the bed.
“You all right?” His arms were around me in an instant.
“I’m fine, but that was really fucking cold.” I used a hand to wipe at the damp skin, and as the shock of it began to fade, amusement took its place. “You don’t have to literally dump cold water on me to make me slow down.”
The aqua eyes blinked once and his lips twitched. “Who said anything about slowing down?” His frame leaned toward me, urging me backward like a dance partner, leading me to the desk. He lifted and seated me there, his hands pushing my knees apart so he could shove himself inside in one quick move.
“Holy shit,” I said. I had no choice but to cross my heels behind his waist, put my hands on his shoulders, and hang on for the ride. “I knew it.”
“What?” It came from him between two mind-erasing thrusts, his thighs banging into the wood below us.
“You’re a man who knows how to fuck.”
He grinned. Maybe he blushed, but we were both flushed from what we were doing so I couldn’t tell. “The stuff you say,” he flexed inside me, “makes me so goddamn hard.”