Forever with Me (With Me in Seattle 8)

“It’s that person, always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.”

“God you’re good with both your mouth and your hands,” I say, and bite my lip as he leans up on his elbow to stare down at me. “You say such pretty things.”

“You like my mouth, mi amore?” he asks, making me grin.

“I know that word,” I say softly.

“Which one?”

“Amore.”

“Do you?” he says and nuzzles my nose with his before kissing down my neck, sending electricity zinging down my limbs. Dear God, his mouth is incredible.

“I love you too,” I whisper, making his head come up and his blue eyes widen.

“Say it again.”

I cup his face in my hands. “I love you.”

He sighs and drags his knuckles down my cheek. “One more time.”

I love you I mouth silently.

He closes his eyes for a heartbeat, then opens them and smiles that naughty, you’re about to have the time of your life, smile. He kisses my lips firmly, bites my lower lip, and then bites my chin softly.

“I love you, Alecia,” he says and buries his face in my neck, sucking and biting the tender flesh there. “And I’m going to spend the rest of the night showing you just how much.”

“This has possibilities,” I reply dryly, but my breath catches in my throat when he nips at my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth, pulling back with a loud pop.

“Possibilities?”

“Mm.” I circle my hips in invitation, but he just moves lazily to the other breast, circles it with his nose, nips at it, and watches it get hard.

“Your body is so responsive,” he whispers, and blows on my wet nub, making me moan.

“Dom,” I whisper.

“Yes, amore.”

“You sure know where my buttons are.”

He grins. “And yet, I find new ones all the time.”

He moves down the bed, spreads me wide, and before I know it, his mouth is latched onto my clit and he’s sending me over into a mind-numbing climax.

I grip onto his hair and cry out, riding the wave of the orgasm, then sigh when he moves lower, kissing me intimately. His tongue is inside me, and then he nibbles on my lips.

“You’re so damn beautiful down here,” he says, watching his own fingers tickle through my folds. “So pink.” The tip of his finger nudges my clit, and I tense up again, my hips surge, and he chuckles “Sensitive.”

“Maybe a little,” I agree.

He cocks a brow and tips his head down to press a kiss to my clit, making me sigh with pleasure.

“Okay, a lot.”

“I’m forever craving you,” he whispers and slips two fingers inside me, slowly moving them in and out.

“Oh, my.” I tip my head back, close my eyes, and grip onto the sheets. Jesus, the sensations he sends through my body should be illegal.

“Watch me,” he demands. I’m a panting, quivering mess as I lift my head and watch him press his lips to me, gently at first as his fingers are still moving lightly, but then he gets rougher, more forceful, more urgent.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I moan, unable to look away from him. “You’re so damn good at that.”

“It’s you,” he mumbles around me. “It’s you.”

I cry out as I come again, my hips jerking, rocking shamelessly against his face, and finally he’s climbing up me and slipping inside me in one fluid motion. He braces himself over me, not moving, brushes my hair off my cheek, and lays his lips on mine.

“It’s all for you.”

He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself, and him, and it’s the best kiss we’ve ever had. It starts slow and lazy, but my hips won’t stay still. I start to pulse under him, clenching, rolling, until he tears his lips from mine on a long groan and begins to fuck me in earnest, moving fast and sure, staring into my eyes.

He braces one arm on the headboard, and the sight of his toned, sexy body takes my breath away.

“You’re unbelievably hot,” I tell him honestly. “Seriously, your body is incredible.”

He smiles arrogantly, but when I tip my hips up and clench down on him, he closes his eyes and swears under his breath in Italian, turning me on even more.

“Fuck,” I agree. I reach down and press on my clit, and that’s it, I tip over, coming loudly, violently.

His eyes open and he watches me raptly, and when I’m done, he pulls out, turns me over, pulls my ass in the air and slams back inside me. He smacks my ass and rides me hard and fast.

“You’re mine, Alecia.” He presses his lips to my shoulder, then bites me gently and groans as he comes.

“Mine.”

Chapter Twenty Three

Three months later…

I can hear him whistling in the bathroom, the shower running. I can picture his tight, naked body, soapy and tanned under the water.

I’m tempted to get my lazy ass up and join him, but the bed feels nice, and I’m not anxious to get this day started.

I’m nervous.

I roll over and see the photo on Dom’s side of the bed of the two of us in Italy and smile. I think it’s the cheesiest selfie we’ve ever taken, but it’s his favorite of us, so he framed it and stuck it there, next to his bed.

I rest my head in my hands, and as he continues to whistle away in the bathroom, daydream happily about the day he surprised me with that trip…

“Close your eyes, amore,” he whispers against my cheek. Summer is just beginning to give way to fall, and the air is lighter, almost crisp, here near the water. He’s brought me back to the pier near my condo, with the locks of love that he still sneers at, and we are enjoying our wine in the grass.

I follow his instructions, expecting him to tell me a sexy story, but instead I feel him place something in my lap.

“If that’s a puppy, you can just take it back where you got it. I don’t do pets.” My lips turn up in a grin as he laughs.

“Not a pet, puppy or otherwise, cara,” he assures me. “Open your eyes.”

In my lap is a plain white envelope, with nothing written on the outside.

“A Dear John letter?” I ask dryly.

“You’re funny today,” he says with a smile and tucks my hair behind my ear. I love that he is forever touching me. I’ll never get tired of it. “Open it.”

Inside is an itinerary, for two, to Italy.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

“I want to show you Italy. I want you to meet Gianna.”