“Then maybe you should tell me where we’re going after this date,” she says, looking at me suggestively.
I love the confidence on her face, mixed with a tiny glint of uncertainty in her eyes. But mostly, she’s fiery, ready.
I reach across the table and cradle her face in my hands. “I’m taking you home.”
“Yeah?” She nods, eyes bright.
“Yeah,” I growl. “And you’re going to sing for me, Songbird.”
She lets out a little breathy moan as if she’s struggling to wait. I know the feeling.
My apartment is closer than hers, actually, but I haven’t had time to take down the pictures of Liam. And I don’t feel like going into that situation right now.
CHAPTER 15
IZZY
What are you doing?
In the limo, Dom has one arm wrapped around me, holding me firmly in place, as the other squeezes onto my hip. He pulls me roughly against him, making an urgent growling noise as we kiss heatedly. Our tongues find each other like metal to a magnet, the friction unbelievable, my whole body on fire.
You’ve already betrayed him.
That politician cancelled because ofme, because of the information I passed to Aaron. Sooner or later, Aaron is going to force me to share more information with him. What am I going to do then? I’ll have no choice but to go along with it… which will make this even more of a betrayal.
But I want to experience more with Dom. Is that selfish? Does that make me a terrible person? I love how obsessed he is with me, how his hand grips my hip like he’s been waiting his entire life for a connection like this.
He lets me go and leans back, chest heaving. “Fuck,” he groans, glancing at the driver’s partition.
“Can he see us?” I ask.
“No, but I won’t be able to carry you up to your apartment if we keep going. I’ll end up…” He looks at me possessively. “Right here.” He smirks, face lighting up. “But I’ve got an idea.”
He shuffles down the seat, turning away from me, and takes out his cell phone.
I swallow as the moment threatens to shatter. “Do you have to take another call?”
This is your chance to end it. You’re missing your chance. End it now!
He types out a text without replying to me. A moment later, my phone lights up.
Dominic: I haven’t forgotten what you said about a texting date. It’s the only way I can stay civilized. When I touch you, I never want to stop. I want to slide my hand between your legs right here in the limo. I know you’re already wet. I can hear it in every whimpering noise you make, in every moan. I know you’re soaked, beautiful.
I squeeze my legs together, looking over at him as he stubbornly stares out of the window. I can hear my breath, high-pitched and urgent. My underwear has never felt so tight, my nub pulsing, my core tingly and wet.
Izzy: I’m drenched.
I decide I won’t care, not tonight. Not about anything else but this undeniable connection between us. This nuclear fission.
Izzy: Sex normally makes me so nervous. Maybe that’s why I hardly ever date. I’ve never thought of myself as a sexual person, really, but with you, it’s so different. When you look at me, I feel like a supermodel.
Dominic: You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I turn to find him looking out the window with a subtle smirk on his face.
Dominic: The light in your heart, your passion, your beauty… and yeah, Songbird, that fucking body of yours too. Your cleavage has been driving me crazy all night. All I’ve wanted is to tear that dress off and reveal those big, juicy tits. Suck your nipples until you’re almost creaming from that alone, without me even needing to finger-fuck that hot, wet pussy of yours.
I grind my legs together, struggling not to whimper. It’s like I’m a violin and his texts are the bow.
