Page 130 of You're The One
Spit it out, Mia.
“I want more than just trying. I want you. And the thought of you… with someone else… makes me feel physically ill. I know that might not be fair. I know I haven’t given you many reasons to wait for me.”
He swipes raindrops from my cheek and waits.
“I know I haven’t been easy… and I’m not sure I can promise I ever will be. But—” My voice breaks this time. “Please choose me. Because I’m ready to choose you.”
By the time I get the last word out, my breath comes in shallow bursts. The split second before he reacts stretches into a lifetime.
He closes the distance between us. His lips meet mine, warm and wet with rain. He kisses me slowly. Reverently.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.
“Mia,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “I already chose you. Before I even realized it was an option. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
FORTY
He peelsthe soaked fabric over my head, my back hitting the wall of his hotel room. I do the same, stripping him of his shirt. And in the next breath, our lips crash together.
Who needs air?
No one, I’m convinced. Not when you need someone like this. I finally understand what it means to drown in another person.
Because with him, I want to sink.
Dom’s back thuds against the opposite wall as I tug his shorts down. He kicks off a sneaker, then the other, and toes off his socks. My hands roam his chest, over his abs, greedy and clumsy.
He lifts me, and I wrap around him as he carries me into the suite. He props me on the back of the couch and yanks my sports bra off. It lands somewhere across the tile with a wet slap.
His mouth trails down my neck, clearing the rain still clinging to my skin. When he sucks my nipple into his mouth, he groans. He gives the other the same attention before picking me up again and bringing me into the bedroom.
Despite our frantic movements, he lays me on the bed like I’m something precious.
I part my thighs, and he lowers himself between them. His cock presses against me, but we’re separated by my wet shorts and his boxer briefs. Still, my whole body shivers at the contact.
I pull him down to kiss me. Will I ever get my fill of this? Of him? Us?
I already know the answer is no.
He grinds against me, and I can no longer restrain a moan. When he pulls back for a breath, I shove at his boxers, but they stick to his skin, wet and stubborn.
“Mia,” he pants, “baby, are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“We can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait, Dom. I want this. Wantyou.”
His arm trembles as it holds most of his weight off me. He drops lower, trailing his mouth down my body, leaving behind the heat of his tongue, the brush of his lips. He peels off my shorts. Breathing me in deep, he growls, and I realize his plan.
And although he’s maddeningly good at that, I need more.
“Dom.”
“Mmm.” His hum vibrates against me as he licks up my center, and my back arches.
“I want all of you… baby.” The word feels foreign on my tongue, but I know it means something to him. I want to give him that. I want to give himeverything.
