Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck, and the deep groan that came from him had every part of her heating. She’d been waiting so long for this moment.
Her heart skipped a beat when his hands speared into her hair and pulled her closer. She climbed onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. Breath mingling together, Chloe kissed Dominic like it was the last thing she’d ever do.
He broke the kiss only momentarily. “All these years I thought about this. All these years I’ve imagined how your mouth would feel on mine, remembered how it felt against mine,” he murmured against her lips.
“Just love me, Dominic. Make the past eight years of loneliness disappear.” The hands in her hair suddenly tightened, and she gasped as he pulled her head back. He made a slow path down her throat with his lips and tongue. The sting from his hands in her hair didn’t deter her from feeling the intense pleasure of his mouth on her neck.
“I’ve ached for you, Chloe.” He stood abruptly with her in his arms. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her hold around his neck. The feel of his big dick between them, digging against her legs, had her wetter than she’d been in the last eight years … when they’d been together.
He brought his lips back to hers, and she sucked on his tongue as he walked them out of the living room and up the stairs. His arms were wrapped around her tightly, his strength insurmountable. His thighs, like twin tree trunks, carried them up the flight of stairs with ease. The feelings that washed through her at being so close to him again, after all these years, had her remembering this feeling of security and protectiveness she found with him.
When she opened her eyes and broke the kiss, she saw he was standing in front of his bedroom door. Her heart sped up.
“Dominic?” she whispered, not knowing what she was asking him.
Was she saying his name to drag him out of his hazy look, or was she saying his name because taking this into the bedroom meant they were actually going to do this?
“No going back,” he murmured, and Chloe shook her head.
When he stepped into his room and walked toward the bed, she stared into his hard-set face. He let her body slide down his, and she could feel the defined, hard length of his cock nudge her belly.
He moved away to shut the door, and then made his way toward her again, stopping in front of her. This seemed wrong on more than one level, not because of who he was to her, but because this was the room he’d once shared with her aunt.
“After Clara left, I got rid of everything she’d ever bought, everything we’d ever shared. That included the bedroom furniture.”
She wondered if her thoughts had been that transparent. It had been eight years since Clara had lived in this cottage, eight long years since she’d betrayed Dominic well after their marriage had already been over with. And although it all looked different now, the furniture changed, the décor sparse and masculine, it was still the same structure.
But did that really matter anymore? Did a house deem what a relationship could be?
“Come here, Chloe.”
She licked her lips and did as he asked. Those three little words held a touch of dominance that she couldn’t deny made her even wetter. The alcohol she’d consumed, as little as it had been, coursed through her veins and seemed to make her lightheaded. Or maybe it was her arousal that made her feel that way.
She could smell the whiskey on his breath, and it made her hotter, more aroused. She wanted to feel his breath coasting over her nude flesh, causing it to pebble with awareness and tingle with want.
“Take your clothes off, slowly.”
Oh God. He was using that voice she was sure he reserved when he was commanding others, that same deep tone that brooked no argument. She shivered from the intensity.
Chloe went for the buttons of her shirt. She slowly plucked each one out of its hole, then finally pushed the material off her shoulders and felt it flutter to the ground beside her feet. She didn’t wear a bra, a habit during the summer months.
When she went for the button and zipper of her shorts, Dominic shook his head and took a step forward. He ate up the distance until all she felt was the raw, hungry passion that sizzled between them.
Dominic cupped both of her breasts. He did nothing but hold the twin weights in his palms for so long that Chloe started to breathe harder, heavier in anticipation. Who would have thought that one, light touch would drive her crazy with lust?
When she didn’t think she could stand another minute, Dominic ran his thumbs over the engorged peaks. She arched her back as pleasure washed through her. Her nipples, those two, small beads of tissue, tightened up further. She could actually feel the blood rush to them, filling them, heating them, making them even more sensitive.