“Yes,” I breathe. “I want this. I want you. All of it. Everything you’ll give me.”
I don’t know if he realized just what I mean by that. That I really will take anything and everything he’s willing to give me. All of him is what truly I want. His body, his mind, his soul, his heart.
I know it’s impossible, so I’ll take what I can get. “Please, Dominic.”
He doesn’t answer with words.
Instead, he grabs my hips and lifts me up, spinning me around until I’m straddling his lap, his hard cock wedging against my throbbing pussy. Then his hands dive back into my hair, gripping the back of my head and yanking me forward.
He drags his teeth along my jaw until he reaches my lips. He nips at them lightly, teasingly. Then all restraint is gone as he crushes me against him, devouring my mouth. Doing exactly what he said—erasing everything that ever came before him. I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.
28
Dominic
Longest fucking train ride of my life. When we finally make it back above ground, I tuck Poppy into my side and tear up the sidewalk, covering the distance to my apartment as if my life depends on it.
And it feels like it does.
As if I’m going to come unhinged if I don’t get her upstairs and naked Right. This. Second.
When I get her inside, I haul her up against me, ready to explode.
It’s a desperate clash of arms and mouths and tongues and teeth, the pent-up need I’ve fought for so long taking over me like I’m a man possessed. And that’s exactly what I am. I’m completely possessed by this woman writhing in my arms as we struggle to free ourselves of the clothes that are keeping us apart.
Her shirt is gone in an instant, and I dispose of her jeans almost as quickly. She toes off her shoes, and she’s left standing before me in nothing but that scrap of lace, just like she was less than an hour ago.
“Never again, Poppy,” I bite out. “You will never take your clothes off for any man but me.”
I don’t even know what that means for us, but I know damn well that’s how I feel.
She doesn’t argue, just tugs at the hem of my shirt, as desperate as I am to remove the barriers. I yank it off, then d
ig my fingers into her hips, pulling her against me until her firm tits are crushed against my chest. Fucking finally.
I run my hands down to her ass, then hoist her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hips grinding against my cock. I head toward the bedroom as I lose myself in the feeling of her hot mouth on mine and the taste of her luscious lips.
I set her down on my bed, her blonde hair floating out around her like a halo. She looks like an angel spread before me, and I want to plunder and ravage and take.
But I also want this moment to be everything I ever dreamed it would be. I want to take my time with her, not rush, savoring every single touch and taste.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur as I run my eyes over her perfect body.
Poppy squirms on the bed, needy and desperate.
“You want me, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more perfect word.
I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, my heated gaze raking over her. “These have to go,” I say, hooking a finger in her panties and dragging them down her thighs.
Then I part her legs, wedging myself in between them. She’s so hot I can feel her heat through the fabric of my jeans. My cock strains, begging to be freed, to plunge inside her. She’s so fucking wet I can see her juices glistening all over her perfect pink pussy.
“I need you now, Dom.”
I chuckle somewhat wickedly because I plan on drawing this out as long as possible.
Bending down, I capture her tit in my mouth, drawing her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue until she writhes, her fingers tangled in my hair. I watch her face as her head tips back, her mouth dropping open with a wild moan.