Kissing Dominic probably wasn’t a good idea, but she was incapable of controlling the euphoria rioting in her blood. The knowledge he wanted her was even more intoxicating than his fresh woodsy scent and the feel of his thumb tracing over the pulse in her neck.
‘You must say the word,’ he coaxed as he stroked the well of her collarbone.
‘Yes.’ Please.
‘Merci.’
The hoarse thank-you was as tortured as the need twisting her belly into tight knots.
Her bottom bumped the wall as he pressed her against it, found the hem of her sweatshirt and slid his hands under it to hold her steady.
Then his lips were on hers, hot and firm and seeking. A groan escaped from her constricted throat and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth.
He explored in masterful, demanding strokes as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and cupped her naked bottom.
He ripped his mouth away. ‘No panties?’ he said, the pupils so dilated his chocolate brown eyes had become black.
‘They... They were wet,’ she choked out.
‘I may have to punish you for that, Alison,’ he murmured, the mocking tone so fierce it was only half joking.
Raw need careered through her.
‘I want to see more of you,’ he said. ‘D’accord?’
She nodded again, having lost the power of speech.
Lifting the hem of her sweatshirt, he tugged it over her head. She shuddered as his gaze glided over the damp sports bra she had donned after her shower.
Could she have been wearing anything less alluring?
But his gaze when it met hers still blazed with arousal. ‘Très belle.’
Capturing both her wrists in one hand, he lifted her arms above her head, until she was pinned against the wall, her breasts thrust out, begging for attention, her breathing so ragged it sounded deafening.
He covered one straining breast with his free hand and scooped it free of her bra. Exposing her to his gaze.
‘Magnifique...’ he murmured, then lowered his head and licked across the swollen tip.
She bucked against his hold, shocked by the sensations firing down to her core as he teased and tortured the oversensitive peak with his tongue, his teeth.
She couldn’t stop shaking, sobbing. Until he covered the erect nipple with his mouth and suckled.
It was too much and yet not nearly enough. The jut of his erection, so hard and large confined in the suit trousers, pressed against her belly. She wanted to feel it inside her, to take the ache away.
Her breathing guttered out when at last he released her engorged nipple. But the relief was short-lived, as he unhooked the bra and freed her other breast to begin again. Torturing, teasing, tormenting.
She was begging, bucking against his hold when he finally returned his mouth to hers. He held her captive, both wrists shackled above her head. The huge erection notched between her thighs, her bare breasts crushed against his chest. The hard shaft found that sweet spot through their clothing, rubbing, rocking, the waves of sensation building from her core.
The orgasm built so swiftly, she couldn’t control it, the shattering wave crashing over her with staggering intensity. Her body arched as the bright light fired from her core and shattered into a million glittering shards.
She was struggling to breathe, her body slumped against his, when his voice rasped against her ear.
‘Dieu, did you just climax,
Alison?’
Her eyelids fluttered open, to find him staring at her with a need so fierce it was terrifying and liberating all at once.