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“Fine. I won’t show any interest in my only child’s life even though you’re always complaining about me not caring about you.”
I roll my eyes. “I have to go now.”
“Of course.” She sniffs. “You always have something better to do. Goodbye.”
And so do you. We both know you only called to see if you’ll have any juicy news to share with your nosy, money-hungry friends at brunch tomorrow.
“Bye, Mom.”
Hanging up the phone, I take the stairs two at a time and rush straight to my bathroom to freshen up. Minutes later, I emerge freshly showered, shaved, and moisturized. I check my phone and see that I have less than three minutes before Dominic arrives. He’s nothing if not punctual, so I know he’ll be here on time, looking amazing, smelling good, and, hopefully, completely over the whole ‘let’s take this slow’ thing.
I rummage through the shopping bag from the boutique Mal, Mama, and I went to earlier today. It was a cute little shop with an amazing selection and inclusive sizing. Mal picked up a ton of things, but I only managed to find one that caught my eye. A burgundy midi skirt with a slit up the side that’s high enough to expose most of my thigh but not enough to be indecent.
With no time to waste, I run into my closet and grab a cream camisole and a pair of sandals. Getting dressed takes no time at all given the whole no panty order and the fact that my top doesn’t require a bra. When I’m done, I give myself one minute to check out my reflection in the mirror, and shock courses through me as I take in the woman standing in front of me.
A brazen, wide-eyed woman with lust lacing her features. A woman who spent the night in the arms of a man after years of sleeping alone and is looking forward to doing that, and more, again.
My thighs clench at the thought. Last night was amazing, but I want more and I know Dominic does too. For whatever reason, and against all the odds, this man feels the same thing I do when we touch. And even though I appreciate his reasons for wanting to take it slow—reasons that come from a soft, tender place I never expected to witness from Dominic first hand—I don’t have any interest in doing so.
The need to have him, and let him have me, is an incessant pulsing in my blood, growing stronger with every beat of my heart. I’d be lying if I said I understand it, but I’m well past the point of dwelling on it. The only thing that matters is it exists, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure the man that’s awakened the greedy and desperate hunger inside of me takes care of it immediately.
After all, that’s what he signed on for.
I smooth the fabric of my skirt and adjust my top one last time before grabbing my phone and purse and heading downstairs. My foot has just hit the last step when the doorbell rings, causing the butterflies that have taken up residence in my stomach to take off in a mad dash, their wings stirring the desire unfurling low in my belly.
When I open the door for Dominic this time my hands only shake a little bit, but my breath still leaves me in a soft woosh at the sight of him. He looks mouthwatering in all black: a simple but expensive t-shirt, jeans that hug his thighs and probably make his ass look amazing, and low-top Converses. He looks good, really good, but I almost want to laugh at the simplicity of his outfit. Fashion is so easy for men.
Dominic clears his throat, pulling my attention to his eyes. They’re two pools of midnight that threaten to swallow me whole, and I’m crazy enough to want to be pulled into their heated depths.
“Hey.” I tuck a curl behind my ear to stop myself from yanking him into the house and saying screw dinner altogether. “You look nice.”
His lips curl into a smirk, and I know he has a pretty good idea of what I’m thinking right now. Knowing Dominic, it’s probably more than a good idea. He seems to have an uncanny ability to read my mind these days.
“I wish I had the words to tell you how incredible you look right now. Do you have everything you need?” He waits for me to nod before grabbing my hand and gently pulling me out the door.
I pull it closed behind me and lock it quickly before turning to face Dominic. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to say thank you again. I thought we had that whole thing with your mouth figured out.”
The late August air swirls around us, but all I feel is the heat pouring off of him.
“Don’t make jokes about my mouth right now, Sloane.”
I give him my best pout, pushing out my freshly glossed lips and loving the way his expression darkens when he tracks the movement with his eyes.
“Why? Are you feeling sensitive about it?”
He tugs on my hand, and I step forward until my breasts are pressed into his chest. My nipples tighten almost instantly at the contact. Dominic’s hands go to my hips. His fingers are warm, and they dig into my flesh, squeezing just a bit as he looks down at me.
“No, angel. I’m not feeling sensitive about it, but I am trying to resist the urge to pin you against your door and show you exactly how well my mouth works. I thought I showed you last night, but I guess you need a reminder.”
Yes, please. My thighs clench, and I lift my chin, silently begging him to kiss me. I want to feel his lips against mine, to relish in the slide of his tongue as he tastes me. God, I don’t know when this obsession with him got so strong, but I don’t plan on doing anything to stop it.
“Mhmm.” I fist his shirt in my hand. The fabric is soft and smells like him. “A reminder sounds amazing. Let’s do that instead of dinner.”
Dominic’s lips skate over mine. “Trust me, Sloane. You’re going to want to go to dinner. The payoff will most definitely be worth it.”
His warm breath mixes with mine, smelling like mint and oranges, and the only thing I want to eat for dinner is him. But the suggestive promise in his words is too much for me to ignore. If getting through a meal is the only thing standing between me and a replay of last night, this time featuring a naked Dominic, then I’ll happily scarf down my food. I stand on my tiptoes, hoping to get closer to him. I want him to initiate and control the kiss because if I do it, I’m going to maul him right here on my porch.
“For both of us?”
