Page 94 of You're The One
A low sound rumbles from me as I set her on the counter, the abandoned ice cream tumbling over, sure to leave a sticky mess.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I mutter, but the words are hollow. Every part of me thinks this is exactly what weshoulddo. The only part that’s hesitant is the one that’s worried about how we’ll move forward. How we’ll navigate the remainder of filming.
But most importantly, I want to know what Mia’s thinking. We haven’t had a real conversation since the kiss, and it’s eating at me. I need her to know this isn’t just about her body. I want more. I want us to be on the same page.
“Why?” she asks, still moving against me, trying to bring us closer together.
I kiss her cheek. “We haven’t talked.”
“What do we have to talk about?”
“About us.” I kiss her lips. “Aboutthis.”
“We can talk after.” She loops her arms around my neck, her lips so close it’s impossible not to kiss them. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the seam of my mouth in a way that makes it hard to think.
I ease away again. “What if we don’t agree?”
“We’ll compromise.” She tugs me back.
I meet her gaze, raising a brow. “You’regoing to compromise?”
“I’ll try.”
I chuckle.
“I’ll try really,reallyhard.” Each word lands with a kiss to my jaw and a grind of her hips.
“You’re a bad influence,” I tease, kissing her neck, over her collarbones, and down the valley between her breasts.
So much for self-control. This woman could convince me to commit manslaughter with just a look.
“Am I?” she breathes, reaching up to tug the neckline of her dress down—her breasts spilling free, perfect and flushed. Her dusty-pink peaked nipples, begging for my mouth.
I bury my face in them. “Fuck, you’re killing me.”
She arches her back, pushing herself toward me.
My tongue drags a long, slow lick across her nipple, pulling a whine from her and a groan from me.
“Dom.” My name in that breathy moan hits harder than any drug. And I say that with absolute certainty, even though I’ve never taken a single hit. Nothing could have the kind of effect she has on me.
“You like that?” I lap her other nipple and draw it into my mouth, sucking hard.
I glance up, searching for her eyes. She nods, fingers diving into my hair, holding me there. I’m not complaining.
I reach down to adjust my cock, already hard and leaking, straining against the seam of my slacks.
She lays back, stretched across my island, and I decide right then—she’sthe only thing I ever want decorating my place.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. You know that?”
Her pale blue eyes stay locked on mine as she bends her knees, heels bracing on the edge of the counter.
The skirt of her dress rides up, revealing white cotton panties, damp at the center.
She pinches one nipple, her other hand trailing down her stomach, pausing at the waistband of her underwear.
“Dom, I need to come.”
