DOMINIC

I could’ve let her sleep in my bed, while I camped out on the couch. We could’ve called it a night, and dealt with her second day of her freelance job the next day, and even put together her statement regarding the things she told me about her father.

I would’ve had to contend with a raging hard-on and aching balls while I did it, but damn it, I would’ve been a gentleman about it.

Then, she begged me.

Please take me. Fuck me. Just…please.

There’s no man on this planet that could turn away from that kind of unbridled need. She was beyond just wanting me. She needed me.

Hell, I needed her, too, but for different, more selfish, primal reasons.

We’re all hands, fingers, and desperate tugs and pulls to free ourselves of the barriers between us. And we’re both completely naked before we even hit the sheets. I kiss her, undress her, and mark her as we fumble our way back to the bedroom, falling onto the bed.

I can’t control myself. The small moans and whimpers that come from her mouth as I hover over her, kissing and nipping the tender skin of her breasts and abdomen and hips, only encourages me. I push her thighs apart, ducking my head to run my tongue along the inside of her thigh.

There it is. The scent of her desire for me. Even in the dim moonlight of the room, I can see her body arching and her muscles clenching in response to my touch.

Addison’s hands fist in my hair, tugging me up to her. “Oh God, Dominic…please…”

Her plea sets my insides on fire, and I almost come undone at the despair in her voice, now hoarse with longing.

I reach over and pull a condom from the drawer of my nightstand, rolling it on.

I position myself over her, pushing my throbbing erection against her.

“Addison—”

“Shh…” She arches her hips up, just begging me to push into her, and her silent plea elicits a low growl in my throat. I sink into her more forcefully than I intend to, and she gasps.

I give her a second to adjust to me—and give myself a second, too, because the heat and clenching of her around me threatens to immediately send me careening over the edge—and then I pull out slightly, only to thrust into her again.

This time, she cries out. “Dominic, oh God…”

She’s perfect. The sight of her underneath me, taking everything I give her, and the throaty, sexy sounds she makes as her hips arch up to meet mine with each thrust—it’s perfect. We fit together like her body is made for mine, and the decadent, intoxicating sensation of my name on her lips drives me closer and closer to coming.

My arms are planted on either side of her head, and I kiss her hard. The taste of her mouth, coupled with the flawless rhythm between our bodies as we both take what we need, and the desperate, emotional gleam in Addison’s eyes as I hold her gaze—it all does something to me, causing a shift in the center of my being.

There’s chemistry here, yes. Raw, mutual, sexual chemistry.

But it’s not just about sex.

Even if I could have told myself it was only about physical release before, I can’t hide behind that lie now.

“Oh God…” Addison squeezes her eyes shut, and I can feel her clenching around me.

I don’t stop my rhythmic, sensual assault. “Look at me, Princess,” I demand. “Let me see you. Let me take you. All of you.”

A sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead, but her hips raise to meet each thrust, panting and whimpering at the mix of pleasure and pain.

“Come for me, Princess,” I growl again, thrusting myself into her faster and harder. She’s right there, on the edge…

“Dom…Dominic!”

In a split second, her body shatters beneath my touch. Her hands press into the taut muscles of my shoulders, and her fingernails dig into my flesh enough that I hiss in a breath. I don’t slow down, though, and continue to thrust into her as my own orgasm hits the boiling point.

Every muscle within her contracts around me, and I can’t hold back. “Oh fuck, Addison!”

I groan desperately. Finding her hand still fisted in the sheets, I entwine my fingers with hers without thinking, holding it tightly by her head until I slow my movements and lower my body onto hers in exhaustion.

I can feel her chest still heaving beneath me as she pants, and I focus on the rise and fall beneath me as her breathing evens out.

Addison brings her hands up to her face, covering it, and I think she’s just going to wipe the sweat from her brow. Then I feel her body shuddering beneath me and realize her hands are pressed into her face.

Christ, is she crying?

“Addi—”

But she’s not.

She moves her hands away, looking at me squarely as I hover over her, suspended on one elbow, and she’s not crying at all.

She’s laughing.

“Oh my God,” she giggles. “You are so…that was amazing.”

“And that’s funny?” I arch a brow, unable to stop the grin slowly forming on my face. Damn it, she’s adorable when she laughs.

“Well, no,” she snickers. “But it’s just so…absurd for me to know nothing about you, yet I just…we just…”

It’s my turn to chuckle. “Yeah, we just, all right.”

“Oh my God,” she groans again, attempting to cover her face again.

I reach up and pull her hands away gently. “Addison Kent, are you…embarrassed?” I ask, amused.

She blushes a deep crimson. “Slightly.”

I lower my head and kiss her temple. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“I don’t think our bodies realize that, if you ask me,” I smirk, rolling off her onto my side. “You’re right about one thing. That was amazing.”

Understatement of the fucking year.

“I know!” she exclaims, beginning to laugh again.

“Then what the hell’s the problem?” I don’t even know why I’m laughing now. She’s just so beautiful, sprawled out in my bed with her cheeks so flushed and her hair all tousled. I don’t even care about the inappropriateness of her laughter after having mind-blowing sex with me.

Maybe I fucked her senseless, I think to myself, then chuckle again.

“That just went against all the rules,” she grins. “What have you done to me?”

“I could ask you the same question, believe me.”

“I just didn’t…expect this.” Addison sighs, but she smiles up at me. “I didn’t expect you.”

I lean over and kiss her lips softly. “Me neither, Princess,” I agree. “But that doesn’t make it any less real.”