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“Jesus, lioness, you’re like ice.”
“W-wasn’t dressed for a d-deluge.”
They were quiet together as he held her close, willing her shivering to subside. Fortunately, he always ran hot, and he hoped the heat of his body would quickly chase the terrifying chill from her. It was strictly for healing purposes that he cradled her to him, pressing his steaming flesh to her glacial body.
Gradually, her shuddering started to lessen. Color returned to her cheeks and lips. Her skin warmed. As his fear retreated, he became awareof the truth of the situation: they were both naked, and he could feel every inch of her lush form. Her pert little breasts, the nipples tight buds scraping against his chest, the roundness of her belly, her wide hips and thighs. And, Christ absolve him, the soft curls of hair on her mound.
“Are you... gettingaroused?” she asked, looking up at him with wide, black eyes, before glancing down to where his cock was hardening. Under her gaze, it firmed even more.
“Can’t help it,” he growled. “Bodies do things, even without our express consent.”
“You’re not attracted to me?”
He stared at her. “Lioness, I want only you. Last night proved it. But I don’t know if you wantme.”
“Don’t want you?” She looked at him disbelievingly. “Despite my rational mind telling me I shouldn’t, it’s taking all of my willpower not to throw you to the ground and ride you like I’m breaking a stallion.”
His heart pounded, and his cock went hard as steel.
“The way you retreated from me after the pavilion,” he rasped. “I didn’t know.”
“And I don’t know how to fightthisany longer.”
Dropping the blanket, she gripped his head with both her hands and brought his mouth down to hers. And then Dom ceased to think at all.
Chapter 20
Dom growled into Willa’s mouth, the thrillingly primal sound resonating deep in her body, as one of his hands curved around the back of her head and the other splayed across her lower back. Holding her tightly to him so that his hard, hot cock pressed into her belly and made her restless and achy with the need for more.
She couldn’t remember a time when shedidn’twant Dom, and now that they were here in this moment, she would finally have what she desired.
“Delicious.” His hand went lower, cupping her arse, and he rumbled, “All of you.”
His old, rough accent was back, proof how lost he was to this moment.
“I love it when you touch me,” she confessed.
“Only thing I’ve ever wanted is to touch you like this.”
He made good on this, too, his hands now roamingover her body, caressing her everywhere, from her throat to her breasts to her belly.
“Fuck,” he muttered when his fingers brushed the damp hair curling on her mound. “You’re already so wet.”
She moaned when he slipped one thick, callused finger between her folds to circle her clitoris and entrance.
As he stroked her, his hips moved, surging against her, drawing streaks of moisture along her stomach that slicked from the head of his cock. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his length—forcing a long stream of praising curses from him. A deep, primal thrill shot through her at the feel of Dom in her hand—though there was a filament of astonishment at the sheer size of him.
The kiss went even deeper, becoming hungrier and more demanding. He caressed her, and while she panted and moaned, he slid one and then two fingers into her passage and worked them in and out, in time with thrusts of his tongue between her lips. Pleasure was a fiery net that engulfed her.
Her grip on his cock tightened, pumping him faster, and he made a desperate, animal sound of ecstasy. She loved that she could make him this wild, thathecould makeherso wild. The storm raged outside and within, and everything was unleashed. Her climax built with unseemly speed but she didn’t care if she had become the veriest wanton.
She cried out into his mouth and he held her securely as she shook from the force of her release. He held her as if he’d never let her go.
Suddenly, she was in his arms, and he was carrying her to the bed. His lips never left hers as he laid her down, his hands all over her body. Huge and powerful, he leaned over her to gather up her breasts. He stopped kissing her long enough to lick and suck and pinch her nipples. She thrashed beneath him, clawing at the width of his shoulders and back as her arousal soared—as though he hadn’t given her a shattering climax moments before.
“How do you do this to me?” she gasped.
“’Cos I’m made for you.” His mouth trailed scorching kisses across her chest and belly. “And you’re made for me.”
