A low rumble comes from his throat. “It’s very nice.”
Dominic leans in and brushes his lips to my neck. His fingertips are still tracing lightly along my arms and stomach. I sink back against him as the pleasure shivers through me, fighting to keep still. His hands rove over me, moving to my breasts, so soft, only a whisper of sensation.
I feel it everywhere.
God, this man. He can turn me on in an instant, make me wet and aching for him.
I hold out as long as I can against his soft seduction, then I break. I turn, reaching for him, needing him hard against me. But Dom is already one step ahead: he pulls me in, kissing me hard as he crushes me to his muscular frame.
Yes. This is exactly what I came here for.
I reach up to loop my hands around his neck, needing something solid to hold onto as his lips devour me. His hands cup my face, he pulls my lower lip between his teeth, his tongue demanding mine. Or am I demanding him? I lose track of everything as we feast on each other.
Dominic winds my hair in his fingers and tugs, pulling my head back. I gasp at the dominance. “Dominic…” I whisper as he kisses down my neck.
“No,” he murmurs against my skin. “Don’t say my name. I want you to scream it.”
He lifts me in one swift move. I cling on tight, my legs going around his waist, my hands gripping his bare shoulders. He kisses me again, effortlessly carrying me through the suite. My blood is racing, and the tension is throbbing low and warm inside me by the time we reach the bedroom and he sets me down.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you here?” he growls. “Your gorgeous tits bare, your legs spread wide for me?”
My eyes go to the bed. It’s massive, an antique four poster, king-sized at least.
Dominic takes my chin in a firm but gentle grip and turns my head back to him, so I can see the intensity in his gaze. “I get hard every damn time I think about you, Juliet. This afternoon in my office, I wanted to rip your shirt open and press you against the glass so the entire street could see me fucking you.”
My breath stills. “Why didn’t you?” I whisper, imagining it.
Dom smiles down at me. A powerful, controlled look. “Because this time, you’re going to give me everything I want.”
He traces my jaw, then slides his thumb in my mouth. I can taste him, feel the rough pad of his finger invading me. It’s so incredibly erotic that I gasp, breathless. We lock eyes.
And then I suck.
Dominic groans. He backs away and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens his tie, and begins to unbutton his shirt.
“Strip,” he commands.
One word, said so powerfully.
I don’t even think about it as I take hold of the hem of my shirt. I raise the fabric and shiver against the cool air that drifts over my stomach. Higher, higher, I slowly pull it over my head until I’m left in just my black lace bra.
Dominic’s eyes go dark. He twists his tie tight between his hands. I realize who has the power right now, and it’s not him. It’s me.
I let my shirt drop to the floor.
Slowly, I undo the button on my jeans. Looking up at him through lowered lashes, I rotate my hips a little—slowly at first. Then, with more purpose as I lower the zipper and see how hard Dominic swallows. I sway my hips and arch my back just enough to thrust my breasts out as I edge down the waist of my jeans.
Below my hip bones. Below the strings of my thong.
Dominic’s nostrils flare a bit as he winds the tie completely between his fists until his knuckles turn white.
I leave my jeans low on my hips and run my hands over my waist. Up my ribs to cup my breasts, before gliding up my neck and lifting my hair. He gets off the bed with a groan. Sexual tension rolls off him as he reaches for me, and it only makes my need worse.