Page 54 of Loss and Damages
His gaze rakes over me. “I believe you can. But just barely.”
I pout.
Dominic’s playful and I’m grateful he understands my apprehension. He tries to portray himself as a callous bastard,but underneath the hurt, he’s a caring man no one has bothered to get to know.
His eyes never leaving mine, he throws his shirt on the floor and kicks off his pants and boxer briefs.
I try not to gape at his cock, long and thick, the glistening tip brushing his chiseled abs. He’s a dream wearing a suit and I had no idea what was under his clothes. “Holy crap.”
“That’s one reaction I’ve never had before.” He crawls onto the bed and lies on his side too, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I’ve never seen a body like yours before.”
“And I’ve never touched a body like yours before,” he says, his fingertips creating goosebumps across my skin as they skim down my arm to my waist.
I scoff. “Yeah, right.”
He whispers against my lips, “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Miss Ferrell. Men don’t like fucking sticks. We like curves. We like something to hold on to.” He moves his hand to my ass and squeezes. “There’s nothing better than sinking into the soft body of a willing woman.”
“Well, I’m definitely soft.” I lick at his lips and wrap my arms around his neck.
“And you’re definitely willing,” he says, brushing his fingers between my legs. “I’m barely touching you and I can already tell how wet you are. Christ, Jemma. I want this good for you, but you’re going to test every ounce of control I have. You said you have condoms?”
“Yeah, in the nightstand drawer.”
He slides the drawer open and lifts out the black box. “Why do you have them?”
My cheeks heat. He thinks I have them because I was waiting for Leo to say he wanted to make love to me.
“Jemma,” he says, gently prompting me.
“It’s not Leo. My sister-in-law helped me shop for the dress I wore to the homeless benefit. She gave them to me then, thinking we might, I mean, she just wanted me to be careful because she knew I wouldn’t have any. She didn’t even say anything. I found them in my purse after I got home.” It had been a shock, too. Tara hadn’t so much as hinted that Dominic and I might get this far. Warned me, actually, but she knows how lonely I’ve been since Leo died. She’d never judge me if I wanted Dominic in my bed even if I didn’t love him.
“I like her already.” He sits in the middle of the bed and rolls a condom onto his cock. He flicks the empty packet onto the floor. “Come here. Straddle me.”
I sit up. “I’ve never—”
“I’ll help you. Come here, Jemma. I want to look you in the eyes.”
On my knees, I approach him, and he pulls me closer, his hand to my back.
“There’s no reason to be ashamed. I feel it coming off you, and if you’re ashamed to be in bed with me, I shouldn’t be here.”
“It’s not that, exactly.”
Dominic positions me over his cock, and the tip nudges my slit. He hasn’t touched me, hasn’t pushed his fingers inside me, and I’m worried I’m not ready.
“Then what is it?” he asks, and it’s as if he read my mind. He gently slips a finger inside me and I bite back a whimper. It’s been so long since a man has touched me, it’s like a million nerves are suddenly on fire and my muscles grasp at him, greedily wanting more. He adds another finger, gliding them in and out until I’m so wet I’m not worried about his cock inside me. I can handle him now.
“Please, Dominic. I need you.” I tug at his hair, tilting his head and pressing my lips against his, closing my eyes to block him out. I don’t want to answer his question, but he forces me to.
Pushing me onto his cock, slowly, inch by inch, he fills me. “Then what is it?” he asks again, his voice rough, his fingertips digging into my hips. “Open your eyes and look at me.” He grips until it hurts and my eyes fly open. “You’re ashamed to have me in your bed.”
I sink lower onto his cock until I can’t take anymore and even then, he surges his hips upward claiming every spare millimeter he can. I gasp. “No.”
“Then tell me.”
I rest my forehead on his shoulder. “If he’d wanted me like this, I would have said no. He didn’t, and I was glad. You’re different, Dominic, and I felt it when you first came into the gallery. This would have hurt him. I know it would have, but in the end, I wouldn’t have been able to stay away.”
