Chapter Forty2

Six hours later, I’d conceded that I could not read the book, not in my current state of mind. I was painfully aroused and sometimes, I could push that burning desire down, but with Dom lying so close to me, it was easy to burn all over again. He’d left the room twice, once for the bathroom and again for whatever reason.
Now he was back and he looked like he’d sucked on lemons.
“Okay, fine,” he said. “I was jealous. When Flo jumped you, I was jealous.”
I swallowed hard. “Yeah…” I said. “I guess I get why you would be… Considering… Me…”
He fell backwards onto the bed and glared at the ceiling for a moment.
He sat up, “Yes, considering you!” he said, accusation in his glare. “You looked like you were enjoying it…”
I didn’t know how to explain that to him. I had no words because I didn’t understand it myself. I didn’t understand it when it happened with Kay, I sure as hell didn’t understand it now. “I’m sorry Dominick…” I said sincerely. “I didn’t mean for any of that to happen and I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…”
He continued to glare at me and I stared down at my fingers.
“I’m sorry –”
“Fuck,” he said. “Stop with that look!”
“I’m sorry – I – I didn’t –”
“If I’m fair about this, I should have stopped you… I could have…”
I looked up at him.
He rolled off the bed and rounded it to where I sat, our eyes never leaving each other.
I swallowed hard, seeing the change in his features as he processed whatever it was that he was thinking. He didn’t look angry or anything. In fact, he looked like he had when he had shown me his Pleasure House – that’s what I called it.
“She’s perfect chaos,” said Dom, coming to a stop by the side of the bed. “And you’re the one dancing in my storm, calming me down…”
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, ready to stand up and apologize again – and again and again until he understood how sorry I was. But he silenced me with his eyes and I clamped my mouth shut.
He dropped down onto his knees, letting his hands rest on my knees.
“Seeing you two like that… It was…”
He ran his fingers up and down my thighs and I shivered at the sensations this produced.
“I always thought that her skin was pale, like porcelain,” he said. “That’s what made it all the more intense for me. It’s something else seeing it, being apart from it. And her hair, red, like –”
“Fire…”
He nodded his head. “Chocolate and flames…”
I chuckled at his choice of words and he smiled at me, an array of emotions flashing across his face until he settled on one – and I began to tremble as the thrill coursed through me.
He stayed his hands at my hips and pulled me forward so that I was perched at the edge of the bed. “I wanted to be a part of it… Wrong… But that’s what I wanted.”
I gasped and he rose up suddenly and kissed me.
No he didn’t.
He took my lip into his mouth and suckled on it before he dropped back down to his knees and loosened my belt.
Dammit! I had craved this all day, since last night, since the last time!
And now I didn’t even have to ask!
“Lie back…” he whispered.
I fell back immediately, failing to rein in my enthusiasm, and he pulled my jeans off.
He crawled up over me, parting my thighs and settling himself on his knees right there.
He raised his hand and showed me a silver egg, like the one he’d shown me when we’d been in his Pleasure House.
He handed it to me and I fisted it.
It was warm in hand and I could feel the vibrations deep within it before they even reached the surface.
“This one is yours…” he said. “It’s called a Love Egg.”
I giggled, feeling the moisture build even more between my thighs.
“These can be used inside and outside,” he said, hovering over me, his hands on either side of my head. “So you have to keep it warm. And since it’s yours, might I make a suggestion?”
I nodded my head.
“Your chest would be the warmest place…”

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