Page 150 of Love Among the Ruins
CHAPTERFORTY
DOMINIC
He wasn’t going to make her beg for it.
Could she not tell that he was ready to oblige? Her fingers had been wrapped around him, making it impossible for him to do nothing.
He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, torn between heaven and hell.
“Don’t you ... want me, Dominic?”
He grunted something, he wasn’t sure what, in response. A shudder fell from his chest. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman but fighting her was had sapped all his restraint. She grazed her fingers lightly over his nipple, sending a shiver through him. Their lips were so close together, he could taste her sweet breath. She had dismantled his resolve.
“I want to have memories of this weekend ... of you ...” Her large brown eyes made him melt.
She filled him with hope, but her eyes were glazed over, heat and desire clouding those dark irises. More desire concentrated in his cock. He’d wanted her since before tonight and telling himself anything else was a lie. But he didn’t doubt it was her boyfriend who was on her mind.
Something broke in his heart, and then he licked her lower lip, because he couldn’t stop himself. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into him.
He wanted to fuck her, to eat her, to do unspeakable things to her.
“Kiss me,” she begged. His lips claimed hers again, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting, feeling, thrashing against hers.
Fuck. She felt so good.
Her soft fingers hooked around his neck, pulling him flush against her chest. Even through her damp top he could feel her bullet-like nipples against his skin. Her hands splayed out, her nails lightly scratching his back.
Oh, boy.
She had no idea what she was doing to him. Kissing her, hearing her sighs and moans, smelling the scent of her arousal. He was so desperate for her.
He let out a guttural moan, needing to possess her, to make her his, to fuck her so that she’d never think of anyone else but him, ever again.
Restraint held him back, kept him from going further, but he was losing the fight by the second. She was hot and silky, still damp to his touch in her tank top and panties.
His hand dipped lower, and he plucked at the waistband of her panties, his fingers hovering around that area and not delving deeper.
The last remaining shred of his resolve hung delicately in the balance, but Eleni’s fevered kissing stoked the flames of fire. She tugged his hair, revealing the state of her desperation.
He gasped, unable to stop himself, and slipped his hand down between her legs before pulling the wet fabric to one side. Her eyes grew wide with daring as he slid his fingers over her swollen lips, her lower lip parted, and a mewl fell from her mouth. Her bedroom eyes dark as the night as he slipped a finger into her hot, tight little channel, and then another one. She arched off the bed when his thumb slid over folds slick and swollen.
“Dominic.” Her head rolled back against the mattress, her neck a wide and open expanse of silky soft skin which he covered with long wet kisses.
She was so turned on; her arousal was all over his hands. He’d been hard for so long, he was desperate for a release. Lust and greed comingled, his desire to possess her turning him to frenzy.
He thrust in another finger and worked her clit in circles. An animal groan fell from her lips and she bucked against his hand. To think that this woman he’d met at the taverna, who had irritated the heck out of him, was now the woman he couldn’t get out of his mind.
He blinked. His fingers stopped pumping. His thumb stilled.
The taverna.
The yacht.
He had become the very man he didn’t want to be.
He pulled his fingers out, saw her eyelids flutter open. “Why have you stopped?” He moved off her, sat upright, the smell of her arousal hanging in the air. He couldn’t do this. He’d asked her here to help him, and now he was behaving no better than the filthy pigs who hit on her.
He shook his head, logic dueling with lust, and winning. He moved off the bed. Eleni propped herself up on her elbows, her tank top riding up and revealing a sliver of her midriff. But her panties were still pulled to the side, and he caught a glimpse of her glistening folds. The sight made his mouth water. It was an effort to look away.
