“But…” She knocks back the second shot of vodka. “You can call me Liza. Nobody calls me that, and I think it suits me better than Elizabeth or Eliza, don’t you?”
I nod, ridiculously pleased I’m going to get my own name for her.
“So what’s your name?” she asks.
“Dominic.”
“Nice. I like it.” She smiles and runs a fingertip along my lips as she leans f
orward. “Can I call you something else, though?”
I feel the touch like an electric shock. My heart thuds. If she keeps this up, she can call me Idiot. “Like what?”
“Mine.”
Chapter Five
Elizabeth
Dominic’s eyes flare with heat, and I can’t help but smile. I’m not the only one feeling the pull.
Unable to help myself, I lean forward and kiss him. His mouth is as soft as I imagined, but also slightly firm with a sweet aftertaste of the vodka. I pull back and run my tongue over my lower lip. His gaze darkens, and this time it’s Dominic who leans forward and slants his mouth over mine.
He doesn’t push with his tongue, but uses his lips, coaxing and seducing me. We fit perfectly, our rhythm heated without being hurried.
Then he nips me, the sharp bite of his teeth sending a hot, pulsing streak to the flesh between my legs, making me ache. I open my mouth, and our tongues glide past each other, then tangle—tasting, teasing, playing and making each other feel so damn good. Heat flushes my cheeks, and lust knots in my belly.
This…this is true desire. The kind that makes you forget logic, intellect, common sense…everything.
Dominic pushes at my shirt, and I pull back long enough to help him get rid of it. Before he can reach for my belt, I undo it and push the skirt down my legs, leaving me in nothing but matching red lace underwear and silver heels. I ought to thank Vanessa for dragging me to a lingerie store last week. She has a great eye for stuff like this.
Dominic stops, then a breath rushes out between his teeth. “God, you’re hot.” It’s like a prayer. He runs a callused palm down my side, caressing my waist, then tracing the curve of my hips. My heart hammers as his breathing grows shallow.
Impatient, I tug his shirt up. “Take off your clothes, then bedroom. No…bedroom, then take off your clothes.”
His strong hands cupping my ass, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. It doesn’t take more than a few steps, since the whole place is rather cozy.
The room is decorated in green and gray—very masculine and single guy-ish. He deposits me on the mattress, then strips in the blink of an eye, his clothes landing in a heap behind him.
I appreciate the hard beauty of his body, not an ounce of fat on the sharply honed planes. Dark hair sprinkles his chest. His ridged abs have a happy trail that travels below to a deliciously erect cock. I smack my lips at the sight. The thick, hard shaft is covered with veins that stand out, and it ends in a plum-shaped head glistening with a drop of clear liquid. It’s fascinating and intriguing.
I lift my gaze. “I like every inch of you,” I say with a small smile.
“Likewise.”
I reach behind and undo the hooks holding my bra together. It falls, whisper soft, and I toss it over one of his broad shoulders, so it can join his clothes.
He comes forward on the bed, his mouth on mine.
Unlike what I expected, he’s surprisingly patient, stroking the sensitive skin behind my ears, at my nape and around my collarbones. His lips follow where his fingers have been, making me tingle all over.
He cups my breast, his thumb brushing over a hard, pointed nipple. I gasp at the sensation. It’s totally different from when I touch it myself. His hand is callused, rougher and hotter. And his mouth…
My God.
It’s the first time I’ve had my nipple sucked, and it is sensational, the wet heat of his mouth making my spine arch with bliss. His teeth nip me a little, and it feels like my entire body’s on fire.
My fingers tangle in the sheet as he does the same thing to my other breast. I’m so wet, I’m pretty certain I’m making a mess of his bed already.