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I scoff. “You can’t be serious right now. She broke into your apartment and propositioned you, and when you turned her down, she got violent. That’s not stress from work, Dominic. That’s a reason to file a restraining order.”
He laughs and holds up his hands in mock surrender when I glare at him. “I’m sorry for laughing, but your reaction is just not what I expected.”
“You thought I was going to be upset with you because of what she did?”
He shrugs. “I thought you were going to tell me to take my shit home because I’ve got too much going on.”
“That would be pretty rich coming from the woman who had a full breakdown the first time you gave her an orgasm.” I flush as the words leave my mouth. “We’ve both got stuff but, besides the stalker ex-girlfriend and your tendency to be an asshole sometimes, you’re pretty perfect.” God, did I just call him perfect? “I think I’m the one with too much going on. No one wants a heartbroken widow who…”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Sloane.” His warm hand covers my fingers, which are busy spinning my wedding band around in anxious revolutions. “Don’t talk about your love for Eric like it’s an obstacle someone has to overcome to be with you. You are who you are because you loved him. Anyone who doesn’t understand that doesn’t deserve to know you.” Dominic spins my band back around to the front of my finger and brushes the pad of his thumb over the stone gently. “No real man is going to make being with you about erasing what you had with him, and a major part of that is helping you through those hard moments, not making you feel like shit because they happen.”
The words are soft but there’s no mistaking the command in them. The severity of his gaze is enough to devastate me, making my breath turn shallow as I meet it. Eyes the color of the night sky look right through me, and I feel paper-thin under his stare.
How is it possible for this man to see me so clearly, to say the things I need to hear even when I don’t know I need to hear them?
Tears sting at the back of my eyes, but I fight them back because I don’t want to cry, I want to throw myself in his arms and show him how much I appreciate him. And just like that, all of the irritation from the mess with Kristen falls away, leaving only an empty ache in my core.
Dominic catches the shift in my mood immediately, and he pins me with a lazy, sultry gaze that makes my whole body feel like it’s blushing. Pinpricks of awareness have my skin tingling in every place his eyes touch. My face. The curve of my neck. My breasts. My belly. The bit of thigh peeking out from the slit in my skirt.
I’m about to spontaneously combust, so I dig through my purse and pull out my garage opener. “Okay. If you’re done trying to make me cry, can we go in now? I can think of a few things I’d rather be doing.”
He watches the door lift but the car doesn’t move. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”
I don’t even have to think about my answer. “Yes, I want you to stay. If I recall correctly, sleeping together every night was one of your rules.”
His lips tip up into a smile as he pulls into the garage. “Since when do you play by the rules, angel?”
“Since doing so gets me orgasms and cuddles.”
The garage door slams down, and Dominic cuts the engine. His dark chuckle fills the quiet around us and another rush of liquid heat gathers between my thighs. I’m so anxious to get in the house that waiting for him to get out of the car and open my door doesn’t feel like a remote possibility. I flash him a smile and hop out before he can say a word.
I’ve already unlocked the back door and kicked off my shoes inside of the mudroom by the time Dominic catches up to me. The door slams behind him, and I hear the lock click into place mere seconds before his bag hits the floor and muscular arms circle my waist. He presses a kiss to my shoulder and trails more up my neck. I sigh happily and tilt my head to the side, giving him access he gladly takes advantage of, using the opening as a chance to breathe me in.
His warm breath tickles my skin. “You always smell so good. Like mango and tangerine with maybe a bit of coconut?” His hands go to my hips, spinning me around to face him, and I drop my purse and keys so I can run my hands down his chest. “I’ve spent every day for the last few weeks trying to nail it down, fighting the urge to ask you what the exact combination is so I can bottle it up and put it everywhere until my entire world is nothing but you.”
The observation startles a laugh out of me, and I feel his smile against my lips. I want to tell him that he smells amazing too, like cinnamon, oranges, and clean soap, but I get distracted as he bends and plants a kiss on my collarbone. He makes his way down to my breasts and nuzzles them gently before pulling away.
I’m about to complain about the loss of contact when he starts tugging my camisole out of my skirt. It comes up easily, and I lift my arms to help him get it off completely. It’s over my head and fluttering to the ground in a matter of moments.
When he finds me bare underneath my top, his gaze darkens. He backs away, finding a seat on the built-in bench by the door and spreading his legs wide. Both of his big hands are clasped together loosely, resting in front of his crotch but doing nothing to hide the growing bulge pressing against the seam of his jeans.
“Take the skirt off. I want to see all of you.”
And I want to be seen. I’ve been dying to bare myself to this man all night, and him sitting here like an impatient king demanding my nakedness only makes me want it more. My hands go to the band of my skirt and start to tug the fabric down roughly. Eager to get rid of anything that’s standing between me and satisfying his command.
“Slow down, angel. We’ve got all night.”
Dominic sits back, his face schooled into the familiar mask of control and cold indifference I haven’t seen in weeks. If it wasn’t for the erection tenting his jeans and the muscle ticking in his jaw, I would think he doesn’t give a damn about me stripping in front of him.
My breathing is unsteady under the weight of his stare, but I manage to squeeze out a calming breath and slow my movements. Pulling gently instead of tugging, until the fabric skims steadily down my body. Coasting over my stomach, revealing my soaked sex and bare legs to Dominic who watches without saying a word.
When the skirt falls to the floor, a wicked smile curves his lips. “Good girl. Now spread your legs and touch yourself. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
Pleasure zips down my spine, and I feel myself flushing from the heat of his stare and the satisfaction coating his words of praise. Widening my stance, I hold his gaze and run a hand down my belly and over my cleft before slipping one finger through my slick folds. Between the orgasm in the elevator, and the need burning inside of me from whatever game we’re playing right now, I’m soaked.
A breathless whimper escapes me as I dip a finger inside of my core. This doesn’t feel nearly as good as having Dominic’s hands on me, but I feel myself growing wetter anyway. Having his eyes on me while I touch myself the way he tells me to is so intimate, so carnal, so far from the lonely nights I’ve spent with my vibrator.
“Does it feel good, angel?” Dominic asks evenly. His erection is obscene now, and my mouth waters at the sight of the only part of his reaction to me he can’t hide.
