I glance at him over my shoulder, finding his eyes light with amusement.
“As long as you’re naked,” he adds.
Twisting in his arms, I bring us face to face.
“If I’m naked, you’re naked.” I brush a kiss against his neck, feeling his rapid pulse beat against my lips.
“Of course.” He swallows.
I step back. “Do you want me naked now?”
Without giving him a chance to answer, I strip off my top and step out of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a bra and underwear.
“Fuck,” he groans as his gaze travels over the length of me. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I could hear the same phrase a million times from a million different people, and it would mean nothing. When Dominic says it, it’s everything.
I unhook my bra, dropping it with the rest of my clothes.
He licks his lips, eyes fixated on my hardened nipples.
His hands reach for me, tugging me forward. He dips his head and buries his nose in the hollow of my collarbone, inhaling me like I’m a drug. One of his hands grabs my breast, kneading it.
“I love just getting to touch you. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
My head falls back, a needy noise escaping me. The faint stubble on his cheeks scratches the tender skin and a bolt of heat ignites at the base of my spine.
“I missed you too,” I admit. “So much.”
He dots tender kisses up the column of my neck and across my jaw.
“Yeah?” His voice is rough with disbelief.
I thread my fingers through his hair, encouraging the journey his mouth is on.
“Always.”
His lips slam against mine. It’s a demanding, urgent kiss, like he’s trying to make up for lost time—or punish me for it. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer, until there’s not an inch of space left between us.
I kiss him back just as fiercely.
We’re unmoored, breathing each other in like we’ve been starved.
He pulls his mouth from mine and the wet heat of his mouth warms the side of my cheek.
“Prove it,” he whispers.
His challenge starts a bloom of pressure low in my belly.
I grasp the hem of his T-shirt and slip my hands beneath it, letting my nails lightly scratch up his abdomen as I pull it off.
Starting at his neck, I drag a lick down to his chest, tasting salt and skin.
His hands dig into my hips, a quiet whimper sliding past his teeth.
“I would love to prove it,” I murmur against his stomach, slowly making my way down his body.
There’s no mistaking what I want.
