Page 16 of A Taste For Trouble
“It’s the standard thirst trap in all romance books,” I said coldly. “My characters bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead.”
“That doesn’t explain why I just found you staring at me like I was the last slice of Quincy’s double chocolate cream pie,” he teased.
“I was just wondering how you got that ginormous head through the door,” I retorted, trying to calm my breathing.
“You know if you want to touch, you only have to ask,” he went on, and I decided his smug ass needed to be put in place.
“Really?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes as I stared up at him. “So if I want to lick those droplets off your shoulder, I just need to ask?”
His face turned wary, and he coughed in surprise.
“Umm…I think I hear Trevor calling me,” he said, taking a hasty step back.
I took one step forward to match his, and frowned as I cocked my head slightly.
“I don’t hear anything,” I replied. “Now about those droplets on your shoulder…”
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” he warned gruffly, and I poked him in the chest with my index finger.
“Andyouare about to have your ass kicked, mister.”
“Get that finger out of my face,” he said softly.
“Ooh, is the big, bad billionaire bothered now? Scared of a little finger action?” I teased, running my finger down his chest lightly.
For some strange reason, the contact sent sparks running down my arm. I ignored the feeling and kept my eyes on Dom’s. I didn’t know what game we were playing, but I did know that I wasn’t going to let him win.
He wound his index finger around mine and pulled it away gently. I noticed that he didn’t let go, and neither did I.
“Fine. If that’s what you want,” he said, stepping closer, and I stared at him in confusion.
“Wh…what?”
“Lick away,” he said, his low and rumbly voice setting off little quakes inside me.
CHAPTER 8
DOMINIC
Iknew this was madness. If I knew what was good for me, I’d run in the opposite direction and keep going until I stopped wanting Rose Murphy. But going by how much I wanted her and how long I’d wanted her, I had a feeling I’d be running for the rest of my life.
I could withstand a lot of things, but I wasn’t made of stone. And when Rose looked at me with fire and need in her eyes, like she wanted to lick me up and down like an ice cream, there was only one thing I could do. I wasn’t a fool. I wasn’t going to touch her because that would mean going down the path of no return. But I sure as hell was going to stand still and let her touch me all she liked. Just this once.
I took another step closer until our toes were almost touching and nodded at her.
“Go ahead, Rosie Posie,” I dared her.
I was so sure she was going to back out at the last minute. I wanted her to back out. But even more than that, I wanted to feel her tongue on my skin. More than anything in the world.
She hesitated for a minute, and her pupils dilated as she stared into my eyes. Her nostrils flared, and her breath came faster as her lips parted and her tongue crept out to moisten her dry lips. Then she bent her head slightly and ran her nose along my sternum gently until she reached my collar bones, sending a shudder through my body. She tilted her head and held my gaze as she parted her lips, and her tongue darted out to lick the droplets of water off my chest.
The gentle touch felt like a searing brand against my skin, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off her. She trailed the droplets down my chest until she reached my nipple. My cock was rock hard and straining against the towel. I knew she could feel the hardness against her belly.
I held my breath as she ran her tongue firmly over my nipple, making me almost jump out of my skin. She raised her eyes to mine again before she dropped them to stare at my erection that was still thankfully covered by the towel. She took another step closer until it was plush against her belly. She moaned softly at the feel of it, and I knew I couldn’t keep my hands off her anymore.
“What do you want?” I asked, and her wavy hair danced deliciously around her face as she looked up at me, her face tormented with desire.
“I want…I need your hands on me,” she whispered, and that’s all I needed to hear.
