Page 42 of Dominate
Gareth doesn’t look at the dildo, or the sex toys, or the spectacle Tanner and Belle are making of themselves. He’s a tall, dark, and handsome storm with eyes only for me.
My thighs clench together as he moves through everyone to stand right in front of me. He leans over top of me, caging me in on the couch and whispers in my ear, “Dance with me, Treacle.”
I pull my head back to gaze into his dark, heated eyes. “Is that a command?”
He looks down at my lips. “You’re fucking right it is.”
With a gleeful smile, I take his hand, allowing him to pull me up off my seat. We stride down to the dance floor just as the music shifts into an erotic, slower song that pumps a deep bass through the speakers. The lights fade to yellow starry sprays that dance all around us. Gareth moves my arms up to his neck and pulls me against his hard body.
He nuzzles my neck, his lips soft on my skin when he whispers, “I couldn’t get here fast enough.”
I have to inhale deeply to get my libido in check so I can form coherent sentences. “Where were you?”
“Some rubbish pub,” he murmurs, pushing my hair off my shoulder and dragging his lips up to my ear. “And all I could think about was that I rented out this whole bloody club and I wasn’t even going to get to enjoy it.”
“It was you!” I exclaim, pushing away from him, my eyes wide.
He doesn’t remotely attempt to conceal the proud smirk on his face.
I give his shoulders a shove. “Gareth! The girls are raging at Camden and Tanner because they think they did it.”
He shrugs. “It was their idea. I just pulled the trigger and did it under their names.”
His body shakes with laughter as we look over and see the girls still arguing with the boys.
“They’re fighting because of you.”
“They’ll be fine in a minute.” He licks his lips and eyes my mouth. “I’m not sorry. I just got you to myself, Sloan. I’m not ready to share you with anyone else.”
“I wouldn’t have done anything other than dance,” I argue, surprised by how good it feels to have him so protective of me.
“Exactly,” he replies, looking down at my body. “Have you seen yourself tonight? You look fucking fantastic. I wasn’t about to let you out in a foreign country with a bunch of people I don’t know.”
“This is a five-star resort.” I roll my eyes half-heartedly. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m taking care of what’s mine.” He tightens his grip around my waist and pulls my pelvis to his.
Tummy flips. Loads and loads of tummy flips. So many freaking tummy flips, I can barely breathe.
I wrap myself around him again, laying my head on his shoulder and reviewing all that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours. From the flight, to the dinner from Hell, to the wake, to tonight. It’s a rollercoaster I don’t know if I ever want to get off of.
“Have you been having a good time?” Gareth asks and drops a kiss on my bare shoulder as his fingers run up and down the exposed skin on my back.
I lift my head and nod. “Yes, really good actually. I mean, I already love Vi and the other girls, but I really connected with Leslie tonight.”
“Theo’s wife?” Gareth asks, his brow furrowing in surprise.
“Yes. She’s American and a designer. We have loads in common.”
“You’re both mothers, too,” he states knowingly.
“Yeah,” I reply, chewing my lip thoughtfully. “I don’t really have any mommy friends.”
“Well, you have Vi. Soon you’ll have Poppy.”
His statement catches me off guard. “Already seeing our future together, Harris?”
“Of course,” he replies quickly. “Aren’t you?”
