“No,” I choked out. He pressed his hand on my face a little harder.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he hissed.
“I’m not lying!” I wasn’t lying, damn it.
“Then tell me the truth.” He barely moved his lips, and then his other hand came up, too, and suddenly, I was completely wrapped by him. So, so hard to breathe.
“I wasn’t thinking about you,” I insisted.
“Theod—” If I heard my name in that low voice again, I would be done for. So, I cut him off.
“I wasn’t—I was imagining you.” Wolf-ass.
He let go of my face with one hand and reached down to grab my right one. I tried to jerk away—I really did, but his grip must have been made of steel because I couldn’t even move a single inch. All I could do was watch him bring my fingers—the same ones that had been inside me—to his nose…and sniff.
Oh, God. Why wasn’t there magic that could kill you on the spot? Why wasn’t there something that could make me disappear into thin air right this second?
His eyes closed and he growled again, sending shock waves throughout my body.
“How?” His voice was completely transformed, too. He sounded half man, half beast.
“No, I—”
“Tell me how,” he said, squeezing my hand as if to show me that he was desperate for that answer. His jaws clenched so hard, I heard it. “Please.”
I looked at his face, at his closed eyes, locked jaw, those lips. How stupid did I have to be to get myself in this situation? How desperate?
Now I understood why Hunter always told me that bad things happen when you don’t get laid.
I also understood why Sandra said not to try to resist temptation.
“It was…I was…” He pressed himself onto me, making me one with the wall. That wouldn’t have been a problem at all, except I felt the hardness of him right on my stomach. My own eyes closed, and every muscle in my body clenched, a new fire burning through me. “Your mouth was all over me,” I breathed, trying my best to not think about his dick pressed onto me, hard and big and so ready. “Your tongue, your teeth, your lips, your fingers…” I ran out of breath because he was growling and pressing onto me harder. “It was amazing.” More than amazing—the best orgasm I’d ever had, all because I had very explicit images of how he looked shirtless and fresh out of bed.
I wondered, now that I’d felt him hard and warm against my skin, with only thin fabrics in the way, what would my next orgasm feel like?
And was it possible to be so turned on again, just minutes after being ripped apart by the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt?
But thought left me again when he brought his forehead to mine and kept my fingers pressed to his lips still, as if the scent of my juices was the best thing he’d ever smelled. And then…his tongue came out and he licked them, before pulling my middle finger inside his mouth and sucking it lightly.
A moan escaped my lips before I could control it.
“Fuck, Teddybear. Are you trying to kill me?” he said after a moment, and my eyes opened wide. He looked in pain—jaw locked, eyes squeezed shut, the veins in his neck protruding.
“I—”
A door slammed open somewhere close.
Dominic moved back, and my legs barely held me before I hit the floor. My chest moved so fast, I was going to have a heart attack soon. Especially since I could see all of him now—the large bulge in his sweatpants included.
My God, he was big. So freaking big, I was practically salivating, and my eyes hurt with need to see him. Just take a peek, just for a minute, that’s it…
No.
“They’re here. Take a shower,” he said, his voice almost robotic, his golden eyes on my body, naked, save for the lingerie.
There. He saw you, my own mind mocked. Guess Mom was right when she said be careful what you wish for.
But he turned around and strode out the room before I could think of anything else to say, and I was all alone again, panting, with soaking wet panties and a ridiculously overwhelming need for more.
It was safe to say that my newfound love for sexy lingerie was already a thing of the past now.