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“Well, if you’re looking for my vibrator you won’t find that here, either.”
I found the pair of socks I was searching for and plucked them from the drawer before spinning around to find myself caged between his large body and my dresser. He braced his arms on either side of me and leaned in slightly.
“No, I imagine they wouldn’t be. I imagine you’d keep those in a shoe box in your closet.”
Damn. How did he know that?
I lifted my head defiantly. “What makes you say that?”
He slowly let his tongue dart out across his lips, sending a jolt of electricity straight into my core. “Because I think you have more than one. I think you’ve got a lot of toys you like to play with, Mace. Far too many to keep in your underwear drawer.”
My entire body flushed and my stomach tightened. Dom’s eyes were solid flame as they blazed directly into my own. “I suppose you’re now going to tell me that I should try finding a man to rid me of my need for toys?”
His smile was a pure challenge. “No,” he said gruffly. “I think you should find a man who wants to play with you.” He leaned a little closer– close enough to share breath. His was warm against my lips as he whispered, “Someone who understands all the different ways he can pleasure you, and wants to wring every last drop of it from you.”
Somehow my hands found themselves beneath his sweater, running along the warm skin of his chest. Though, I was fairly certain I hadn’t put them there. At least not intentionally. He dropped his head so that his nose skimmed mine, his lips hovering just over me.
I didn’t know how long the moment lasted, how long we stood there like that, wondering—maybe even hoping—the other would close the gap. Make the move. My hands were frozen over his stomach. I was afraid to retreat, and equally afraid to go further. My breath began to quicken in anticipation.
Finally, he whispered, “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know, I’m concussed,” I said breathlessly.
He laughed against my lips. It was soft and warm. “Then I guess I should step away.”
No. Please don’t.
But I said, “Yes.”
He nodded as he stepped back from me. “I came to let you know everything is ready.”
“Cool.” My high pitched tone gave me away. Dom smiled as his gaze raked across my body. It felt as if he could see just how wet he’d made me with nothing but his breath and voice.
“I got you Oreos,” he said as I followed him into the hall.
“Shut up. IloveOreos.”
“I know. You told me that the night we met.”
I can’t believe he remembered that.
As the sun disappeared and night took over, I lit the first candle on the menorah in the way I remembered watching my dad do as a child. I had to Google the blessings, and I intended to only say them in my head, but Dom made me say them out loud.
We watched the lights flicker on the candle in front of the darkened window that looked out to the street below, and the beach across it. “Ready to eat?” Dom asked.
I nodded with a smile.
We stood around the kitchen counter, eating directly from the containers. Our apartment was too small for a dining room, so we had a habit of eating around the television, but Dom was being a stickler about my screen time. He asked me about my family traditions growing up, and what I knew about the holiday.
We did the dishes together after we finished eating, and I was surprised by how domesticated things felt with him. How even the tedious things, like dishes and chores, seemed easier with him. I realized he made everything fun for me, too.
I threw myself down onto the couch and yawned as I folded my legs beneath me.
“You wanna go to bed?” Dom asked.
I glanced over at the clock on the stove. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. “No, I don’t want to mess up my sleep schedule. I should force myself to stay up until at least eleven.”
“If you’re tired you should sleep. You’re recovering–”
