Page 53 of The Best Wrong Move

“Just to be clear,” I blurt out breathlessly, “this part isn’t just practice. Right? Because if it is, I can just—”

“No,” he says firmly. “And you’re not . . .” He cocks his head to the side, pausing to study me.

“No.” I match his tone.

We both smile into another kiss before he swiftly pulls his shirt over his head, then leans down to cover my mouth in his again, making sure I forget that I even asked.

Every little thing we’ve done up until this point has felt like foreplay.

Him finding me standing in my red panties at the front door.

The way his eyes first rolled down my bare skin, like he was trying so hard to be the perfect gentleman, before he burst into the door.

His voice, that first time he said I looked gorgeous.

And the second time, too.

The crimson that spread over his cheeks after my swimsuit top slipped off.

My back pressed into the hot sand while his lips held me captive in the sunset.

Every single time his hand squeezed that sensitive spot over my hip, sending delicious chills up my spine.

All of it building in my body, demolishing any self-control I had left until this very moment.

When I first became single again, I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel, finding myself in the arms of anyone else. But now that I’m here, I can’t imagine it any other way.

I want him.Now.

And the fact that there’s no other person around, no one that he could possibly be trying to fool, makes each touch that much better.

I sit up and pull my sundress over my head, revealing just a pair of silky red panties underneath, no bra on top.

He pushes his forehead into mine with a small groan. Then he leans in to kiss me, but stops just before his lips get to mine. I feel them parting, breathing into my mouth, before he starts confessing to me again.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those red lace panties I saw you wearing on the porch that first day,” he growls.

Then he wraps one hand around my neck, knotting my hair up in his fist behind my head, tilting my face higher to expose my jaw to his lips. I feel like putty in his arms, here to do with as he pleases. His mouth brushes against my earlobe, then travels down to my collarbone, sending a shiver straight through me. “I almost broke down the door that day, just so I could carry you inside and pull them off with my teeth.”

Chapter 32

He nips at my neck, sending a tingly shiver straight through me.

“You mean these old things?” I try not to shake in Dom’s arms while his lips trickle down my neck.

I take one of his hands from where it’s gripping my hip, dragging it slowly down my thigh, then up again. Flattening my hand over his, I push both our hands toward the waistband of the red thong I’m wearing.

“They’re not the same ones that you saw me in before.” My breath hitches in my throat as his knuckles graze the paper-thin lace. “But I’m sure you won’t mind.”

He exhales against my mouth, his eyes digging into mine while he yanks back the panties, shifting the delicate fabric away from my torso. Then he slides his fingertips underneath the edges, dragging each knuckle back and forth, across the very top of the waistline, not daring to go an inch lower yet.

“This is all I’ve wanted to do to you since I saw you knocking against that door.”

“I hope not.” I pretend to be upset. His eyes narrow at me, looking surprised, but I bite his bottom lip. “Because there’s a hell of a lot more that I’m hoping you’ll do to me next.”

His smoldering eyes are the last thing I see before my eyes slowly roll back in my head. Losing myself to his touch when he slips his thick palm between my thighs, pushing one finger inside me, then two. I’m already slick with anticipation when his mouth finds mine again.

“I’ve been wanting you,” I pant into the side of his hair.

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