stopping her. “No. Don’t. I’d rather have an honest response from you than something fake because you’re worried about not ruining it for other people. Nobody matters more than you.”
Her eyes grow wide, then she blinks a few times as though she’s having a hard time processing.
“I want you to scream and throw things when you’re angry. I want you to laugh so loud I can see the back of your mouth when you’re amused or happy. I want you to ugly-cry when you’re sad or upset. All of that makes you human…and infinitely special.”
She looks at me like I’m speaking Martian. God. What did her grandmother do to her that she can’t just take words at face value? She’s got that deer-in-the-headlights expression, like I’m asking her to climb Mt. Everest naked.
Slowly, I cradle her left cheek, brush my thumb over the paint streaked there. She places a hand over mine, then leans into my palm, her eyelids fluttering and lowering. Tension leaves her slowly, and my heart thuds with such aching emotion that my throat closes.
Unable to help myself, I press a kiss on her forehead, her eyes, then her bare cheek and jaw. She tilts her head, seeking my mouth with hers.
I know we can’t go beyond a kiss, but I’m a man and desperately want her, so I let her catch my mouth.
She moves her lips over mine, relearning the fit, texture. My heart accelerates, but I let her set the pace—this is her kiss, her honest response. She breathes softly over my sensitive lips, then glides her tongue over them, the motion slow, sexy and rich with promise and need.
When I don’t let her in, she tries again, not much different from how she did it before. Her third time isn’t any more forceful, but the longing in the gesture slays what resistance I have left.
Her tongue slips between my teeth, sweeps inside my mouth. A throaty purr from her ends in sweet humming.
She lifts her free hand and cradles my face like I am hers. I raise my hand to cover it, my thumb resting over the pulse in her wrist. The delicate skin there flutters madly. Her breathing shallows, growing rougher and faster, as she coaxes me, inviting me in with playful, sensual flicks of her tongue over the roof of my mouth, inside of my cheeks and the tip of my tongue.
“I’m baring it all. Be honest with me,” she whispers, and the desperate hold I have over my raging need slips a notch.
I kiss her back, pulling her onto my lap. Her dress bunches around her hips, and I realize she doesn’t have anything on underneath except that barely-there bikini.
Lust surges inside me, but it’s her unrestrained wild kiss that makes my head spin. I thrust my tongue into her mouth over and over again—taste the sweetest heaven, smell the scent of the most desirable woman in my life.
She moves against me, leaving shiny, wet streaks on my thin cotton shorts. More blood pools in my dick, causing it to swell and stiffen like a desperate, horny monster that’ll do anything to slide into her and rock her world.
And how I want to rock her world…to watch a climax break over her and rob her of everything except toe-curling, mind-shattering pleasure.
Don’t even think about it, a small voice warns, but it vanishes when she whispers, “Dominic, please.”
She thinks I’m her fiancé. What kind of hot-blooded man could say no to her? Pushing her away now would be cruel—the most messed-up mind game I could play.
I can give her what she’s asking for—get the edge off. I don’t have to take anything for myself—this is all about her.
Self-justification filed away, I cup her ass, palming it exactly the way she likes. She moans, pushes against my hand.
“Dominic, please…”
“Shh… I’m going to take care of you.”
A sound that’s between strangled sob and anticipation reverberates in her chest. I move my hand until it’s nestled between our bodies. Her hot, slick juices coat it. Because I can’t help myself, I bring it to my face, inhale the lush musk of her arousal and lick it clean.
She watches me, eyes burning bright. Suddenly she dips forward and steals a taste of her own, giving me a naughty grin.
Holy fuck. That’s so damn hot, I almost come in my pants.
I place the hand back between her legs, run my fingers along her swollen folds, all my senses hyperaware of even the smallest reaction from her.
She inhales sharply when I drag my fingers back up, bumping them against her clit one after another. Her eyes glitter like mirrors. I rub her clit, varying the pressure and speed until I find what she likes the most. Her back arches, her teeth clenched.
“Scream as loudly as you want. Nobody can hear you but me.”
She still has her jaw muscles bunched tight.
I slow the pace. “Come on. Let me hear you.”