I wasn’t sure who moved first. I only knew that I flung myself at him, and his lips didn’t pause when they found mine. My mouth crashed against his.
Goddess, he tasted just like I remembered.
I clutched at his shirt, pulling it away from him, and then my hands reached up into his hair. I pulled on that too. I tugged on that thick front section he constantly ran his fingers through, pulling and combing through out of frustration till it stuck up and to the side. I tugged to angle his face just right to force him to keep kissing me, his tongue sliding against my bottom lip, causing me to gasp.
And for a moment, he captured me in the next kiss. He gave and took until I nipped at his bottom lip and he gasped with me, just as affected—maybe more.
Dom hauled me further against him. His hands gripped around my butt as he lifted me up for my legs to wrap around his waist. We were moving and kissing.
I didn’t care where he was taking me so long as this didn’t stop.
Spicy and sweet—this was everything I remembered and more. It felt like I was on fire, burning and wanting him to burn right along with me in this inferno we had created all on our own.
It felt as if I was coming home in this kiss.
His mouth was warm and soft as it sought me in another bruising kiss. Dom never stopped as he sat down on the edge of the bed with me still in his lap, straddling him.
We kissed like we didn’t need air—until it dawned on me. We did. We did need air, and we were kissing, and we weren’t supposed to be kissing.
Why did we ever stop doing this?
I broke away from him, pushing my hands against his hard chest that I’d been all too familiar with. My hand, at some point, snuck under the bottom of his shirt. My hands scraped against his ribs as they slid down past his stomach.
I stared down at him, our chests pressing together with each breath.
Oh no. Oh,goddess. What had we just done?
Dom’s chest heaved forward, collecting air as his lips remained damp and parted. From me. From me kissing him. Him kissing me back.
As if he wanted one last taste, he licked the swollen part of his lips, staring up at me, suddenly uncertain of the frustration that must’ve shown in my eyes, turning every muscle in my body taut. I didn’t want to move, but I forced myself. Slowly, I untangled myself off of Dom and stepped back onto the floor. My legs remained loose and unsteady.
That was …
Dom closed his eyes, still breathing heavily. A long moment passed as a new sort of silence unlike any other I remembered or had had before settled. Then, it was broken.
“How much do you think that loosened the curse?”
I blinked. “How much …”
Was that all this was about? The curse?
I quickly turned away from him and pressed my lips together so nothing would come out. All those stupid emotions I had been feeling the past week rushed back to the forefront again anyway. The guilt. The wanting.
The bitterness most often called me home.
“Ana?”
“I, um …” I shook my head, still apparently speechless. Was I supposed to be upset? Angry?
He certainly didn’t seem to be on either end of the spectrum, so I tried to follow suit, save for the hollowness in my stomach. I became numb.
His brow furrowed.
“I really don’t want to talk right now. I’m sorry, but … I’m tired. I need to go to bed. I need to figure out what my next move is tomorrow,” I said, my words turning quieter by the second.
Dom took a deep breath, running his hands down his face. His face that, moments ago, I had been cupping between my palms, as if it had been molded for me.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
