Page 13 of A Billionaire Dom

Linsey

Hot.Damn.

Or maybe it was more likedamn hot.

He was in a suit that probably cost more than my rent for three months and looked like he’d just stepped off the cover ofGQ. Golden blond hair that I wanted to run my fingers through and a build I couldn’t wait to see without clothes. Gorgeous pale blue eyes and a strong jawline. But it was the dimples that’d finally done it for me. I was a sucker for dimples, and he had great ones.

Okay, maybe it was stupid of me to invite a guy up to my apartment because he had dimples, but I could’ve had a worse reason, right?

Besides, it’d been six months since I’d gotten laid, and tonight’s near-death – or at least near-assault – experience had left me feeling like I should make up for lost time.

Still, I wasn’t stupid. I’d sent the pictures of Davin, his car, and his license plate to Kasey. Now, as I led Davin up the stairs to the second-floor apartment, I sent a text to Kasey, letting her know that I’d invited my sort-of savior into the apartment.

Another roommate might’ve freaked out about how I’d met Davin, but Kasey wasn’t like that. After all, how different would it have been if I’d met him inside the club he’d been at instead of down the block? Women took men home from clubs all the time. I was just taking one from outside the club.

“Kasey and I are clean, but not exactly neat,” I said as I opened the door, and he followed me inside.

“Your house, your rules,” he said. “I’m assuming Kasey knows I’m here.”

“She does.” I hung up my purse, leaving the taser in its pocket. A self-defense teacher I once had made sure the entire class had all understood the dangers of guns and tasers being used against us. I didn’t think Davin was a violent guy but having my phone close by – just in case – was a better idea than having a weapon that could possibly be used against me. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m not really thirsty.” He took a step toward me, moving with a deliberation that curled my toes.

I smiled. “Good. Me either.”

Another step with his eyes locked on mine, and a shiver went down my spine. In the five years since I’d started having sex, I’d never had someone look at me with that depth of intensity before. He didn’t rush me, and I knew he was giving me opportunities to change my mind with each move forward. The thrill that raced across my nerves, however, made sending him away the last thing on my mind.

As he closed the remaining distance between us, I found myself holding my breath in anticipation. His hands cupped my face, holding me still as he brought his mouth down on mine.

I’d thought I’d correctly read the energy and power this man had, but I realized now that I hadn’t understood him at all.

His lips were hard against mine, teeth sinking into the bottom one before his tongue soothed the sting. Fingers raked through my hair, then curled around the back of my neck. His other hand moved to the small of my back, pulling me flush against his body. The hard line of his cock pushed against my stomach, and the analytical part of my brain short-circuited.

I grabbed his suit jacket and shoved it off his shoulders. He shook it free, and his returning hands landed on my ass. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, trusting him to keep me from falling. Pushing my tongue between his lips, my fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt, ignoring the ones that popped free.

I had a feeling he had the money to replace a shirt.

My hands were greedy on his skin, and I pulled my mouth away from his to feast on it with my eyes as well. A tattoo with initials and two sets of dates was over his heart, and if we were ever to do more than hook-up, I might’ve asked who those belonged to, but right now, I was more interested in getting him inside me.

“On the right.” I attacked his neck and lips with teeth worrying over the skin. I felt his muscles bunching as he moved us down the hall and into my bedroom, and I couldn’t wait to see them, feel them under my hands.

He dropped me on the bed without warning, but he was taking off his clothes, so I didn’t complain. I scrambled out of mine as well, tossing them behind me before twisting onto my stomach to reach for my bedside table.

“I’m guessing extra-large,” I said as I grabbed a condom. “Most guys who say it are lying, but I’m betting you’re the real thing.”

“You’re betting right,” he said, his eyes scanning my body. “Nice ink.”

I grinned as I rolled back toward him. “Thanks. Kasey did it.” My eyes took a long, languorous look at the Adonis in front of me.

My imagination hadn’t done him justice, and I had a good imagination.

I let out a low whistle as I reluctantly brought my gaze back to his face. Not that it was a bad face, but that body?Damn.

“Didn’t peg you for a Tolkien fan.”

I shrugged. “As prone as I am to wander, it seemed to be a good motto.”

He plucked the condom from my hand and his other hand wrapped around his cock. A couple strokes, and he was even bigger and harder than before. I licked my lips and dropped a hand between my legs. My fingers slid over soft skin, and I found myself already wet.

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