clenched hard as
he held her gaze, the blue of his eyes searing her with heat. Then he smeared
the cherry onto his wet mouth.
“Taste me,” he whispered.
Desire pooled, hot and fierce, in her belly as she licked sweet
filling off his mouth. He remained silent and still as she deepened the kiss,
sweeping her tongue into his mouth. Then he crushed her against him, and she
relished his strength. Alex rubbed against him, a mewling sound torn from her
throat. Gods, she was so hot, so hungry.… She squeezed his taut ass, then slid
her hands up his back, relishing the feel of all those muscles beneath her
exploring fingers.
Dominic drew away, his expression masked. Flustered, she rubbed
her mouth. What the hell just happened? Who exactly took it to the next
level?
“You’re very tempting. I want to take you here, right now, but
for what I have in mind, we’d need privacy.” His gaze gleamed. “And the
handcuffs. No, we’ll save them for later.”
Her heart skipped a beat at that smoldering look. “I’ve a
better idea. Let’s get the handcuffs and I’ll take you with me back to prison.
All the privacy in the world.”
“Spend a night in my bed. Then, if you beg me, I’ll consider,”
he murmured.
“I don’t beg,” she said through clenched teeth. “Ever. Not to
anyone.”
Not even when the pain set in and the runes had seared into her
sensitive skin. “Beg for forgiveness, for my mercy,” her stepfather mocked. Alex
hadn’t. Not even when the pain was so intense she’d passed out.
Dominic followed her into the living room. Taking up all the
space in the room. Her gaze landed on the wide sofa and he gave a wicked
smile.
Alex shook her head.
“I agree. A bedroom is much better.”
Cupping her chin between his fingers, he rubbed his stubbled
cheek against hers in a gesture that spoke more of tenderness than passion. It
had been so long since anyone showed such intimacy.
“You’re so lovely, my sweet Alexandra.”
Alex trembled, all her prickly defenses crashing down like a
house of cards. If he’d backed her up against the wall and kissed her hard, she
could resist him. But not this sweet embrace that tumbled down all her
defenses.
She closed her eyes, awaiting his kiss. He brushed his lips
against her cheek, and it felt as gentle and refreshing as spring raindrops.
Dominic took her hand and led her upstairs.
At the door of his bedroom, he glanced at her. “Don’t be
afraid,” he said gently, and it was a stinging reminder of their first time
together.
“I’m not afraid.” Not of this.
Inside his bedroom, he turned on all the lights and locked the
door. Every nerve pulsed with awareness of the man before her. The hank of dark
hair hanging over his brow, the firmness of his wet mouth. He leaned against the
door, watching her, eyes bluer than lasers.
Need spiraled through her. It was as delicious and hot as the
first time she’d met him, the arrogant, charming incubus wolf whose touch
promised ecstasy. Alex felt caught in a web of her own body’s needs.
She craved closeness with the man standing quietly, watching
for her to make the first move. She shouldn’t touch him, but she wanted to. The
tiny bristles shadowing his jaw, the hard curve of his shoulder, the hollowed
cheeks and the soft, firm lips.
For ten long years, she’d held herself back from growing close
to anyone. She wanted this man, and wanted him badly.
You have a job to do.
And what about my needs? she
thought.
Fused with passion and heat, and pent-up yearning, Alex kissed
him. She’d been cold before, but now delicious warmth raced through her
veins.
He drew back, expression solemn, but fire smoldered in his
caressing gaze. “Will you allow me to touch you?”
“Yes.” A whisper, laced with hope.
A slight nod. “Then you show me what you wish of me.”
Alex stepped back and tugged at his shirt, impatient to see
him. Dominic gave an amused grin and shed his clothing. Naked, he stood before
her.
Breath