Page 5 of Return To Love

Casting a quick glance around them—the bistro had luckily grown busier and noisier—Dom grabbed a napkin and pressed it against her pulse with his thumb.

Beneath its folds, he spread his fingers until the tips reached into the wide neckline of her dress. A band of heat sizzled down his groin as the tip of his finger found a plump nipple. He rubbed and tapped it over and over, then caught it between two fingers and tugged.

Mona jerked, her hips moving in a tiny arc, a breathy pant falling from her lips. She slapped her hand over the napkin, holding it there.

Leaning over her torso as if to check something, Dom snuck more of his fingers in. With a groan buried in his throat, he cupped and squeezed her tit.

Writhing on the seat, Mona pushed herself into his touch. “That feels…so good.”

“What I wouldn’t give to roll my tongue around these…” he said, flicking the taut bud one more time.

A sudden burst of applause from a table behind them had them jerking apart.

Head thrown back against the leather, eyes closed, Mona huffed. A small wet patch glimmered on the bodice of her dress.

Stroking her jaw, Dom leaned down. “God, look at you, fantasy girl. With your nipples poking out of that dress, you look so ready to be ruined.” He let his mouth flutter down to her neck and took a deep breath. “And I want to…so bad.”

Shivering, she arched into his touch. Notes of jasmine, warmed by her sweet sweat, hit his nostrils. He breathed in greedily, his body releasing months of tension. Please God that she let him take her to the hotel suite tonight. He’d spend all of it on his knees, worshipping every curve and contour with his lips and fingers. “You still up for the dare?”

Her eyes searched his, as if she was seeing him for the first time.

For just a second, they lingered over his lips and he bit back a groan. He would give up his soul to have her kiss him. Show him the passion she’d buried beneath disappointment and hurt.

“Is this turning you on?” she said, surprising him.

“Does it matter?” he asked, his heart jerking painfully against his ribcage. This was a fantasy for her, yes, but a part of him desperately wanted the emotional connection they had always shared.

“Yes,” she said, smoothing her fingers over his jaw.

He grabbed her hand and brought it to his crotch. With a soft moan that only he could hear, she cupped him.

His cock thickened. Throwing his head back, Dom let her squeeze him for a moment more, then pulled her hand away. “Shall I proceed?”

Her chest rose and fell as she cast a self-conscious look around her. But the flush painting her cheeks and her neck was unmistakable. She ran a hand over her chest, giving her tit a quick squeeze.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said, planting his palm over her stomach. The satin rustled under his fingers, warmth bleeding through from her flesh. “If you see stars, don’t be shocked.”

Another shiver wracked her petite frame. “You’re good at this.”

He ate up the surprise in her tone. “Keep your chin lifted and sip your wine.”

Her eyes widened in her face but the thrill of it shimmered in her taut body. “What if I…moan too loud?”

“I’ll stuff my fingers in your mouth. Later, you’ll be punished,” he murmured huskily. Why had they waited this long to explore this side of themselves together? How had he forgotten how much he adored her wild abandon in passion?

She licked her lower lip and grazed her fingers over the outline of his cock. It jumped, desperate for more. “Like stuffing my mouth with something bigger and harder?”

Lust coiled through him, every muscle lighting up like bulbs on a circuit. “You’re mine tonight then?” he said, sending his hand down her soft belly. “To do with, as I wish?”

Her thighs trembled as he found the hem of the dress and tugged it up. He trailed his fingers over the soft, warm flesh of her inner thighs. “I need an answer.”

“Uh…” she said, her mouth falling open. Her wine glass shook again.

“Careful, fantasy girl. If you spill anymore, I’d have to lick it off those gorgeous tits and we’ll get arrested.”

Her plump ass wriggled on the leather seat, trying to get friction, no doubt. “I’ll let you do whatever you want tonight.”

“You would let me fuck you on a first date?” he taunted.

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