Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
My breath caught. This might actually be going to happen. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I think I’ve been waiting for this since before I escaped. But only with you.”
He didn’t move. I could see the indecision on his face. I could also see desire growing by the second. When he took one slow step forward, Dom scrubbed a palm over his mouth. I watched as he eyed me from where my toes peeked out from under the sheet, to where it was held in place over my breasts by my arm.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He took another step forward. One slow step at a time. When he finally made it to the bed, he sat down carefully, like he was afraid of scaring me and expected me to bolt at any moment. He reached out and brushed a finger down my cheek, then brushed my lip with his thumb. “You can always tell me to stop, honey. I don’t care how far it goes, if you want or need to stop, tell me and we stop.”
“What if I just need a second? Can we maybe back off but try to continue?”
“Absolutely, honey. You’re in control. I’m here for you.”
I let the sheet pool around my waist. “This is as far as I got when Lemon told me what to do to get you to fuck me. She said I’d figure it out and if I didn’t, you’d take it from here.”
That seemed to snap him out of his trance. His gaze found mine and he let out a surprised chuckle. Then he really laughed. The sound was infectious and I found myself smiling. The tension drained out of me when Dom scooted farther onto the bed and rolled halfway on top of me, pinning me underneath him.
His laughter still rumbled within his chest as he hovered over me braced on one forearm, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mirth and raw desire. “Lemon. Of course she had a hand in it. I gotta say, though. She might not have written the best instruction manual, but her advice wasn’t half bad,” he murmured, his voice deep and soothing. “Though,” he continued, “I think we can improvise a little from here. What do you think?”
The anxious knot in my stomach loosened at his words and the tender way he gazed down at me. His large hand, warm and reassuring, slid from my cheek down to my shoulder, and I felt every last bit of tension ebb away. “I think that’s a brilliant idea,” I managed to say, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart.
His weight on top of me felt comforting, grounding, and I felt a surge of relief. Here was Dom, not pushing away but pulling me closer to him. It was a new sensation, this mixture of safety and exhilarating danger. I reached up to thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips met mine with a fiery urgency that belied his earlier hesitation. Not that I minded at all. His desire fueled my own. If I hadn’t been sure before, I was definitely sure now. I needed him to show me what sex was supposed to be like. And I wanted to belong to him in every way possible.
The kiss deepened, the feel of his shirt rubbing over my nipples electric. Dom’s let his hands roamed over the curve of my waist, up to cup my breast gently as if I were something precious.
I realized as he kissed me so reverently, that from the moment I’d met Dom, he’d seen me. Sure, we’d gotten off to a rocky start, but it hadn’t been all that bad. He’d irritated me, but he’d also taken care of me. He accepted me just as I was. Annie, who’d never been loved before. The thought alone was enough to make my toes curl with pleasure.
With a murmur of agreement, Dom rolled off me and tugged the sheet away and tossed it over the side of the bed. Then he reached for the hem of his shirt. His chest was smooth and muscular, a temptation I couldn’t resist touching as I leaned in to place a kiss over his heart. As he stripped off his shirt, I found myself tracing the lines of ink on his skin.
Once he’d gotten rid of his shirt, he lowered himself on top of me, moving between my legs. I was naked, but Dom still had on his jeans. The scrape of the rough material against my bare pussy was a curious mixture of discomfort and pleasure. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable. I was too sensitive, but I absolutely did not want to lose that delicious friction.
“Kiss me,” I whispered. “I love it when you kiss me.”