Chapter 11
They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Dom pulled her onto his lap, kissing every inch of unveiled skin.
“Where to, Sir?” The driver acted as if they weren’t about to strip naked in his backseat.
“Four Seasons in Vancouver,” he said, leaning both of them over so he could pull his wallet from his back pocket.
“This is more than it’ll cost,” the cabbie said, looking at the wad of cash in his hand.
“It’ll be your tip if you expedite the travel time.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said, turning ahead without another word.
Anna whimpered, gasping as his lips teased their way across her collarbone and his hands pulled down her dress straps. She didn’t have a chance to worry about indecency. His mouth lowered to her breast and every thought in her mind was obliterated.
Oh!
Falling into the pleasure was easy. Dom knew what he was doing. His tongue licked and swirled around her tender flesh until she was shaking with sensation.
“Dom. Please.”
She needed more.
She dragged his tongue along the curve of her breasts until she was aching and restless. It wasn’t enough.
His hand replaced his mouth as he pinched her nipples hard, causing her to arch her back.
“Yes!”
And then he stopped.
Her eyes snapped open to find Dom leaning away and sliding her straps back on her arm.
“Wha—”
His gaze dissuaded her second thoughts. He wasn’t stopping.
“We’re almost there.”
She understood. He had no plans to wait for her to get redressed or make themselves decent.
She was right.
Dom practically jumped from the moving car, pulling her with him.
“Thank you, Sir,” he called over his shoulder, and Anna caught the cabbie’s slick grin.
She couldn’t even be mad at him; they were two seconds from giving him a very X-rated show. If she were honest, they already gave him one full of adult content.
“You’re more than welcome.”
Dom walked with certainty, each step bringing him closer to his room, and with one swipe of the card, they were inside.
He threw her onto the bed, pulling the dress away so quickly, the straps almost ripped on her shoulders.
“Do you like these panties?”
She didn’t answer fast enough to stop him from ripping them from her body. He must have felt her cringe because he said, “I’ll get you another pair.” She really hoped so. She didn’t have any extra money in the budget to replace the cute and expensive Victoria’s Secrets she'd bought on a whim.
Anna’s pulse raced as he gripped her thighs, not pulling her closer or leaning in. Her gaze never left his, and even though she was trapped in his hold, his body looming over hers, solid with a mass of muscles, power, and lust, she wasn’t afraid. He unbuttoned his shirt, moving with ease even though the buttons were small. She was ready to see his chest. Was he smooth, covered in muscles, or hard and hairy? Her stomach clenched as she yanked up his shirt, pulling her mouth away to see his olive skin dusted with short dark hair.
He planted a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh, causing her to hiss. It was too soft. Too gentle. Too much with everything she was feeling.
He didn’t move until she opened her eyes again.
“Watch.”
It was an order.
Holy hell.
“I’m going to give you a show.”
A shudder of desire at the promise, made her breath catch, but she didn’t close her eyes.
“Now where were we?”
It was erotic as hell, feeling Dom’s tongue on her clit as his eyes locked with hers. He exhaled, tingling her skin with warm air before he licked again, stronger this time.
Pleasure spiraled through her, and she moaned loudly since they no longer had an audience.
“You taste as good as you smell,” he murmured, nibbling at her thigh. “So damn sweet.”
Her blood was boiling. Desire unfurled inside her as Dom dipped his head again, licking her clit slow and leisurely. Anna bucked against his mouth, and he braced her down, smiling as he continued his torture. Lapping, swirling his tongue over her, driving her mindless with desire.
“Please!”
Anna heard her own voice from a distance. Begging for something, but even she didn’t know what.
“I need you.”
That was it.
Dom lifted his head, watching her with a sexy stare as he moved with no rush. His two fingers slid deep inside her, quelling the ache for now.
Her eyes still locked on his, she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. The wave began to crest over her. She was close to coming undone and opened her eyes, forgetting she was supposed to be watching.
He fluttered his fingers inside of her. Firm strokes with his thumb pressing into her clit. It was just the right amount of pressure, and she came undone.
There was electricity in his eyes when she opened hers to find him watching. She blushed. “What?”
“Bellissimo.” He talked while he undid his belt. “That was beautiful.”
The buttons came undone one by one until the abs that were in his profile picture were right before her in real life. Next, his pants and boxers in one hard yank after he grabbed a condom from his pocket. His cock jutted from its confines, hard and ready to give her the relief she needed. He traced over her shoulders as he centered himself between her thighs.
She reached forward, grabbing his well-endowed member, causing his eyes to flutter closed with a tortured groan.
Anna was tired of waiting. Her legs wrapped around his waist, begging him to be inside of her. He sheathed himself in seconds and appeased her.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time,” he said, rubbing his head between her wetness.
“You have?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as he sunk into her already sensitive body. She whimpered, tightened her thighs until he was all the way to the hilt.
So thick.
Stretching her, filling her up until there was nothing between them.
He stilled, and neither one of them moved. There was only their breath in their lungs and the connection between them.
Then he opened his eyes, hypnotizing her, and together they moved. No words needed to be spoken as friction built between them. He rocked slowly, building pressure and finding their rhythm. Anna could do nothing but hold onto him. Their interlocked hands tightened above her head on the bed.
He let one hand go to grab her hips and ground himself against her, touching a deadly sweet place inside her.
“Fuck!”
Her eyes blazed, and he bucked against her, hitting that spot again.
Yes!
Dom let her other hand go, no longer interested in slow and steady. Anna gripped the sheets right there with him. She didn’t need slow and sweet. She needed feverish fucking and a release for all the sexual tension between them.
She could feel him everywhere. In every nerve as her body exploded with pleasure. She shuddered against him, flooding against him. He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out sharply as his orgasms rushed closer and closer, until he came with her. They were both falling, falling into each other with no end or beginning. Dom collapsed against her, using the last of his energy to roll to his back beside her, and they both panted, catching their breath.
“That. Was. Amazing.”
He propped himself up on one side to smirk at her.
“And that was just the beginning.”
He hadn’t exaggerated.
Not sure if he was making up for lost time or trying to make a good impression, Dom kept his word. They made love throughout the night, falling asleep in heaps of limbs before he woke her again with kisses and tongue licks on her clit. When he finally grew tired, they both fell into a deep sleep. So it was no surprise that she woke deliciously sore and thankful. Dom was sitting at the small table in the corner, sipping from a mug that smelled like coffee, looking like a GQ model. She rubbed under her eyes, wondering if she looked closer to a skunk or a raccoon with her smeared makeup.
“Please tell me there’s one for me, too.”
He pointed to another mug, and she pulled herself from the bed, tugging to drag the sheet with her.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t bother. I saw it all last night, and it’s even more beautiful in the daylight.”
She blushed, but obeyed, happy that he, too, was sitting in the nude so she wouldn’t be alone.
They drank in silence.
“Want me to order breakfast?”
“Oh no, thank you.”
He’d already seen her naked, fresh out of bed, and smelled her morning breath. She didn’t need to prolong this special kind of torture. Not while he looked that amazing and she looked like she’d been rode hard and out away wet. When he finished his mug, he went to shower alone. The next time she saw him, he was dressed in his wrinkled clothes, wiping his wet hair with a towel.
“I guess that’s it then.”
She didn’t know why she had said that.
“Is it?”
She hadn’t expected that response and stood dumbfounded in her equally wrinkled dress.
“I do know. I just figured since…”
She stopped before she made too big of a mess. She never knew what to say and bit her bottom lip to stop the awkward word vomit.
“I don’t want this to be over, Anna. I want to see you again.”
Good. She was having a hard time saying goodbye.
“I want to see you again, too.”
“Then we will.” They exchanged numbers and email addresses since she knew sometimes his phone didn’t get service in the woods.
“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?”
“No. I want to get some more rest,” she said, running her hands through her hair.
He kissed her on both cheeks and smiled with satisfaction before climbing into his car.
“See you soon,” she said from the hotel doorway.
“Ciao, bella!”