The Japanese restaurant? I’d sell my Jaguar F-Type just for some American food. “Fuck off, we are not.”
Dominic’s smirk at his joke almost melted my panties. “You’re so sexy when you’re pissed.”
The elevator doors peeled open, and we trekked along the carpet until he had the room door open for me. No need to bother with the lights. Luggage was left by the closet as I went to the curtains and dragged them closed. I tugged off my shirt and tossed it on the chair in the corner, then stripped out of my jeans.
I locked eyes with my fiancé across the room as he began to shed his clothes. A triumphant smile quirked on his lips.
“What?” Was I acting strange? He was looking at me like I was hilarious, when all I was doing was getting ready for was a coma.
“Nothing.” His rough voice cut through the darkened room. “Just thinking about the last time we were in a hotel, trying to get some sleep during the day.”
I was pulling the cover off and froze mid-action.
“You fought me about getting into bed together,” he added. His pants fell off his hips, leaving him in only his boxers, and he came to me, brushing my hair off my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I said in a hushed voice. “Last time, I wanted to fuck you, not sleep with you.”
His lips skimmed over the curve of my neck, drawing a shudder from my body. “Not true now?”
He loved holding that over me, just one of the many battles he’d won. I couldn’t sleep without him now. And yes, I was tired. Two seconds ago my answer would have been I’d rather sleep than screw. But Dominic’s touch lit me up and made me burn. “I always want you, Dominic, even after we’ve been up for nineteen hours.”
His lips sealed over mine, and hands tangled in the straps of my bra, tugging them down. The smooth skin of his chest pressed against mine as his arms encased me. Kissing him was insane. When his tongue filled my mouth, I moved mine against it, moaning into the kiss.
“Well,” he said, ending it abruptly, “calm down. I need to sleep.”
A fucking bluff. My gaze dropped to his boxers, which were tented. I shrugged and faked indifference. “You don’t need to be awake for this. I can get what I need.”
A startled cry tore from my throat as he tossed me sideways onto the bed, bent over me, and pressed the length of his cock against my center. Only our underwear held us back.
“Is this what you need?” The gravel of his voice was more pronounced when he whispered.
I clawed at him, my nails digging in. “Yes.”
Dominic slid down my body, his hot mouth coursing a line over my belly. “So, my tongue couldn’t get the job done?” He worked lower and lower, tugging the crotch of my panties to the side.
“It can get the job started,” I whispered. Cool air wafted over my exposed flesh, but only intensified the ache for him.
He hovered, teasing kisses and touches on the inside of my thighs. Fuck, I needed his mouth on me. This last week, he’d had to work late every night. A drawer full of vibrators didn’t compare to my man. I pushed a hand into his soft, fawn-colored hair, urging him to taste me with his wicked tongue.
“What do you want?” he whispered against my skin.
“Fuck me with your mouth.”
Bliss rolled up my legs as Dominic’s tongue licked over my clit. I had one hand in his hair and the other on the sheet beneath me, and both clenched into fists. My lungs squeezed as a finger plunged inside, taking my pleasure up another level.
He knew exactly how I liked it, but didn’t give it to me. His slowly thrusting finger was just a little too gentle, his tongue too hesitant. Teasing. Holding me exactly where he wanted me, right at the edge.
I grew lightheaded and scored my nails over his scalp, desperate for more. He could hear my whimper, begging him without words, but he ignored it. He wanted me to come at his pace, and Dominic was used to ge
tting his way.
I endured his deliberate mouth for a lifetime.
Once my legs began to shake, he kicked into a new gear, flooring my accelerator. His urgent sucking, licking, biting . . . Two fingers speared into me, filling and stretching in an ache that burned so good. I was about to come, just as he wanted.
“God, please,” I moaned, shivering as the waves of the orgasm built.
“Zutto issho ni itai,” he said in Japanese. “I want to be with you forever.”