He moved his body as our lips met, lifting my legs and spreading them with his weight until I could feel him pressing against me, his hard length digging between my legs through our athletic shorts.
It was already almost too much. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss and moaning against him.
“We can’t make a habit of this,” he breathed between kisses, working his mouth down my neck and drawing a hot line of ecstasy with his tongue up my neck. One of his hands was slipping up my shirt, cupping my breast and then circling my nipple with his fingertip. My nipples turned to hard rocks at the first hint of his touch and I was arching my body against him, legs wrapped around his waist–heels pressing hard, urging more of the intoxicating friction.
I let my head roll back, eyes closed. It felt like bombs were going off all around me, like my ears were ringing and my world was coming apart in bursts of red-hot shrapnel. I was really doing this.Wewere doing this.
There was a momentum between us. It was like we were both rolling down a hill and gaining speed with no choice but to keep letting ourselves be pulled toward the bottom, not knowing what waited for us there. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. More of his hands on my body. More of his body against mine. More of his mouth, his taste.
I reached down and started tugging at the waistband of his shorts and he lifted my shirt over my head. In a few frenzied motions, we both had stripped each other bare and he was sliding on a condom. I didn’t even see where it came from, but I supposed having a condom on hand and at the ready for a guy who looked like Dominic made perfect sense. I wondered how many times he’d done this and with how many girls. Did he seemthisinto it with all of them, too? The thoughts swirled around my brain, threatening to devolve into a jealous spiral.
I opened my eyes and saw he was staring down at me, completely rapt. His brows were bunched together and his lips were parted. His big arms were tensed and planted on either side of me and his dark hair hung down in a messy spray over the intensity of his eyes. Looking up at him, I felt like I was his entire world. Nobody had ever looked at me like that before, and suddenly, all the jealous doubts melted away.
Whatever happened before didn’t matter. Hell, whatever happenedafterthis didn’t matter, either. Right now, I was his and he was mine. We were two people grasping at one perfect moment in the chaos of a storm, and that was all that mattered.
He guided himself into me. It wasn’t like on the rooftop. There was no sense of playfulness between us. On the roof I’d taken him in my mouth and then he’d been about to take me in his. But as out of control as I felt then, it was nothing compared to now. I needed him inside me and he needed to be inside. We didn’t need to speak about it. It was as obvious as the sun on a cloudless day.
I gripped his back, gasping into his shoulder as he eased more of himself into me.
“Fuck,” He growled. “You’re so damn tight.”
“Or maybe you’re just big.”
I was wet for him. Embarrassingly wet, but if the way his movements were getting faster and more aggressive by the second were any indication, he was enjoying it. I arched my body up against him, grinding into his thrusts as he pumped into me, filling me again and again.
I wanted to keep looking up at him because he was so insanely beautiful, but my eyes kept closing. I slapped a hand down to the bed and took a fistfull of the sheets, biting my lip as moan after moan spilled from my mouth.
He pistoned into me, absolutely tireless and relentless. He was breathing hard, and sweat was beading all over his golden, muscular flesh. I ran my hands across his back, feeling his heat radiate through to my skin.
His pace increased and my ability to think condensed into images. I wasn’t even capable of forming words in my own head as he railed me, the sound of our colliding flesh filling the large bedroom.
I saw glitter. Fire. Sparkling motes of light drifting down against a brilliant sunset. I saw white lines of pure ecstasy spreading from my core to my fingertips, filling my body with pure magma. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and when my orgasm came, it came hard enough to make my eyes roll back and my whole body convulse around him.
Distantly, I felt him pump into me and gasp, his cock twitching inside me as he found his release, but it was all too much to comprehend.
I laid back, gasping for air, feeling completely destroyed. Aftershocks of my orgasm ran through me for several minutes as we both laid there, him still inside me, his head resting on his arm beside mine while he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he said finally.
“Yes, that was fucking,” I agreed.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest straight into me. “I think I know how people who try hard drugs for the first time feel now.”
I turned my head, lifting his hair out of his eyes so I could see him. Our faces were so close that I could’ve counted his eyelashes. “Did you just pay me a compliment, Mr. Lockwood?”
“Come on, Darcy. If my cock is inside you, I formally give you permission to just call me Dominic.”
“Hmm,” I said, giving a playful little wiggle down there. His eyebrows scrunched together and he gave me a warning look. “Careful. Unless you’re ready for more, I wouldn’t tempt me.”
I grinned. “I feel like my mind is still fumbling around in time and space right now, trying to find its way back to my body.”
“Good.”
“Does that earn me at least one interview question?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I suppose it does.”
“Alright. Why did you want to fire me so badly?”
“Because the first time I saw you, I knew you were trouble for me. You made me curious. Distracted.Horny as hell,” he added with a sexy smirk. “I knew if I didn’t get rid of you, I’d wind up right here. Right now.”