Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Surely you can see why I have to ask,” Dominic said, again acting as though this were just a standard business practice.
I tried again. “You are despicable.” I pushed my plate away and pushed my chair back. “There’s something missing in your soul. You don’t see the good in anyone, do you? You think Mrs. Kloss is a batty old woman who wastes all her money rather than focusing on the amazing things she does with the money, and you think my sister is after your nephew for his money when you should know better than anyone he has a heart any woman would want.” I threw the napkin down over my plate and spun on my heel. I didn’t even see the views this time as I jerked the patio door open and went back inside. The kitchen was dark now. Dominic had turned off the lights when we came outside so they wouldn’t flood through the windows. I glanced around for my purse before remembering I’d dropped it on one of the sofas when I entered. I headed for the living room.
The blood was pounding so loudly in my ears that I didn’t realize Dominic was behind me until he caught my arm and turned me around.
“Don’t touch me.” I shoved at his arm, but he caught my wrist in his other hand and pulled me against him, trapping me against his chest. “You’re an asshole and I’m leaving,” I hissed, looking up at him. “This conversation is over.”
“I agree,” he said, and then his mouth came down on mine.
19
DOMINIC
“There’s something missing in your soul,” Selena had said. The words haunted me even as I tried to drown myself in her. Something missing. I kissed her harder, forcing my tongue through her lips and walking her into the back of the couch. She was right. Something was fucking missing, and I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t shake the feeling it was something to do with her.
She was right about the other thing, too. I was despicable. Not because I’d questioned her sister’s motives, but because my own were so debased. I’d used my suspicions about Christi as a reason to invite her over, but they weren’t the whole of it. They weren’t even half. They were a paper-thin excuse, and now she could see right through them.
Selena was kissing me back, though. Her arms were up between us, her fingers splayed across my chest, but she wasn’t pushing me away. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, keeping me close, holding on. Her tongue was meeting mine, and she was pressing herself against me even as I pressed her against the back of the couch. I slid my hands down to wrap around her ass, then boosted her up so that she was sitting on the wide back of the couch. She spread her knees, inviting me closer, and tilted her head back, waiting for me to kiss her again.
In this position, my erection nestled right between her legs. I fought the instinct to yank off her jeans and panties, push down my own pants, and shove into her. She’s a virgin, my brain reminded me over and over. Irritating, but necessary. I settled for grinding into her like I was a teenager again, hoping to get to third base. I’d forgotten how fucking amazing it felt to be so close so something you wanted so much and how torturous it was to hold back.
Selena had her legs hooked around mine, her arms looped around my neck, her head still back, and I could see that she felt the exact same way. Color flushed her cheeks, and her breath was coming in gasps and pants. She was pushing back against me, and I could feel the muscles of her legs tightening, releasing.
“We should go somewhere,” she whispered with difficulty, her eyes finding mine. “Your bedroom.”
I shook my head. “That’s a bad idea. If I get you into my bed…” I trailed off because there was nothing I could say that actually sounded like a bad idea.
“I want to.” She squeezed her legs tighter around mine, as if trying to prove it.
I followed the slender column of her throat down to the swell of her breasts. I’d always been a legs man, but I’d been driving myself crazy wondering what she looked like out of those tailored jackets and silk shells she always wore at work. Now, here was my chance. She was wearing a button-down shirt, and the top two were already undone. I flicked open the third and the deep V of her cleavage appeared. I flicked open the fourth and I could see her lacy blue bra. The fifth and sixth and I saw her smooth, flat stomach. The seventh, and the sides of her shirt fell open, revealing her to me.