"I'm sorry," he said, trying to speak over the gravel in his throat. "I should stop staring."
She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire. Please," she said, and arousal hit him like a sledgehammer. "Don't stop."
All his blood rushed to his cock. "You don't mean that."
She moved closer. "I do. I want you to touch me. To kiss me." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I want you to make love to me, Dorninic."
In seconds, his hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers. He knew that his kiss was rough, that he should stop his palms from moving down her shoulders, over her br**sts, that he shouldn't be shoving his hard, denim-clad thigh between her naked legs. But he couldn't stop. Nothing had a chance of getting between him and her sweet pu**y anymore.
He felt her surprise as he pounced on her, but they were long past the time when she could have retreated. She'd said she wanted him to f**k her, and now she was going to get her wish.
He was going to f**k her long and hard, and he wasn't going to let her go until he finally got her out of his system.
She gasped as he lifted her up onto his hips. His shoulder injury throbbed but he ignored the ache.
Kneading her soft flesh with his hands, teasing her lips with his mouth, he backed her up against the window, pressing her into it. He ran kisses along her jaw to the hollow of her neck, and she arched her neck to give him better access. Her br**sts rose and his lips were greedy, desperate for a taste of her ni**les. He sucked one hard, rosy tip into his mouth and she moaned in pleasure.
Wanting his hands free, he propped her up against the glass wall with the weight of his body. "Hold on tight, sweetheart."
She wrapped her wrists around his neck and locked her ankles together behind his waist. She was so damn hot, her heat cupping his c**k even through the thick denim of his jeans.
He cupped her br**sts in his hands, pushing them together, tonguing her ni**les. He could spend all night loving them, nibbling on her soft flesh, listening to her whimper. Next time, he would give her br**sts the attention they deserved. Right now he couldn't help but slide his fingers down between her labia.
He found slick, slippery flesh. She gasped, "Dominic," as she pushed closer to his fingers.
He covered her mouth with his and found her tongue in the exact moment he plunged one finger into her tight, wet pu**y. She bucked against him and he slid his other fingers over her lips.
"Sweet lord, you're wet," he murmured as he toyed with the tight bud of her clitoris, getting lost there for several moments.
She ground her hips against his hand. "Please, Dominic," she begged, "Please."
He knew what she was asking for. She wanted to come, with his fingers on her. And he would let her, this first time. Next time, it would be his mouth. And then his cock, deep inside her.
Increasing the pressure on her clit, swirling tight, hard circles that made her breath come in fast gasps, he let go of her ass and slid his other hand down toward her cunt, too. He wanted to feel her ride his fingers, feel her climax throbbing against his knuckles.
Needing to see her face, her eyes, he pulled away from her mouth, let off on her clit just slightly, and slid another finger into her pu**y.
Her eyes flew open, her irises dilated with passion. Sweet lord, she was going to be a tight sheath.
"Come for me, sweetheart."
She grasped the back of his neck with her hands and pulled his mouth onto hers as her muscles clamped down tight on his fingers. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she pumped up and down on his hand. He'd had never wanted a woman this much, had never been so desperate to spread her pu**y lips wide and f**k her.
Her hips slowed as her climax subsided, and even though he was still harder than he'd ever been before, he softened their kiss.
He slid his fingers out and shifted his body away from hers, knowing that her legs must be tired from clasping them so tightly around his waist. Now he wanted to take her to his bed and explore every last inch of her perfect skin with his mouth and hands.
Chapter Six
The V between her legs was buzzing with sensation as Dominic picked her up and carried her down the hall. He had the most powerful, marvelous hands. Strong, yet gentle enough to tease her until she was desperate for release. And his fingers were so long, so skilled. No wonder he was one of the top wide receivers in the NFL, his hands were definitely magic.
Every Sunday, Dominic was the most focused man on the field. And when he was touching her, it was as if no one else on earth existed. She'd never been with a man who was so wholly focused on giving her pleasure.
She shivered, thinking about what he'd done to her. And what she hoped he was going to do next.
"Looks like you need me to warm you up," he said, and she continued trembling in excited anticipation. They were just at the threshold of his bedroom, when he bent his dark head down to her br**sts. She felt his warm breath on her nipple and then he covered the stiff peak with his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing, and then his lips sucking and pulling at it.
Instinctively, she arched into his mouth. She'd never been loved like this, by a man who possessed a map of the most responsive parts of her body.
"I can't get enough of your br**sts," he growled.
If she'd had one final coherent thought left in her brain, she would have come back with something sexy. But then he was laying her down on the soft covers of his bed and she was enveloped in softness on one side, and heat and hard muscles on the other. No woman could have used her brain at a time like this.
Dominic kneeled over her, and she reached for the hem of his T-shirt.
"I want you naked, too," she urged as she explored the deep indentations of his abdominal muscles with her fingertips. His stomach twitched beneath her touch and Melissa suddenly became aware of her womanly strength.
Dominic had controlled her heart and body for so many years, she wanted him to know what it was like. At least for one night.
She put her hands on the button of his jeans, but he gently covered her fingers with his own.
"Not yet."
As frustration bubbled inside her, he said, "I can't wait another second to taste you again." Then he began kissing his way down her naked body - from her cheek to her shoulders, along the sides of her br**sts, her rib cage, all the way past her belly button. She was holding her breath, waiting for the blissful moment when he would touch her with his tongue, but instead he gently nipped at the inside of her thigh, the back of her knee, her ankles, her big toe.