Page 62 of Dominate
I purse my lips and feel my head doing a lot of nodding. I’m nodding to hide the swooning. I’m nodding to hide the smiling. I’m nodding to hide the insane butterflies and the overwhelming urge I have to grab my phone and snap a picture of this stunning athlete carrying my daughter up to bed.
On shaky legs, I climb the stairs ahead of him and push open Sophia’s bedroom door. I quickly pull back the covers and stand to watch Gareth lay her in bed, tucking the quilt tightly around her body.
“Is that good?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at me.
My head is tilted as my gaze drifts from his backside to his face. “It’s perfect.”
He huffs out a soft laugh, then pauses to push a strand of hair out of Sophia’s eyes before backing away from her.
I resume mommy mode by flicking on her nightlight and kissing her on the forehead. When I walk out into the hallway, Gareth is leaning on the opposite wall, legs crossed at the ankles and an oh-so sexy smile spread across his face.
“Today was fun.”
I close Sophia’s door and lean against the opposite wall. “More than fun.”
“Really? Do you think she likes me?”
I nod slowly. “I think she loves you.”
Like a dam breaking, we fly off the walls and collide into each other, his lips on mine, our tongues dancing as we fumble our way down the hall toward my bedroom. His hands grope my ass as my fingers tug on his locks. Our motions frantic, desperate, and brutal as we rip at our clothes, unable to stop the momentum of the day that’s resulted in this feral display.
We burst into my bedroom and break apart as I turn to slam the door and click the lock in place. I press my back to the hard wood, my chest heaving with deep breaths.
Gareth’s eyes are dark and ominous as he slowly stalks toward me. “Is this okay?” he asks with a pained breath, his lips red and swollen from my assault. He points to the door. “What if she wakes up?”
“She won’t,” I husk and pull my T-shirt up over my head. My nipples ache inside my bra as I undo the clasp and let the fabric drop to the floor. “She’s a heavy sleeper.”
Gareth’s eyes drink in my breasts that feel swollen and heavy under his heated stare. “Thank fuck for that,” he nearly growls as he tears his own shirt off as well.
In three big strides, he grabs me harshly by my waist and lifts me up so my legs wrap around him. Our lips connect again, dragging over each other’s jaw and neck as we pant, and squeeze, and writhe against one another.
We end up on the bed, the rest of our clothes eliminated as our bodies unite deeper than ever before. It’s a perfect equal power exchange as we roll and switch positions, him on top, then me on top.
When Gareth moves to his side and spoons me from behind, our frenzy turns to a slow, sweet motion. The kind that feels so good, you never want it to end. The kind that feels like you want to live in it forever and ever.
Gareth’s hand wraps around my throat. Not in a tight, dangerous sort of way. It’s a claiming cupping, a heart-melting embrace of trust. I trust him to hold me there, and to love me there, and to make me feel safe and cherished as our bodies gyrate into one another in perfect rhythm.
He releases my neck and slides his hand down between my legs, stoking my orgasm to a breaking point.
“Gareth,” I cry out softly, my hand reaching back and pulling him deeper inside of me. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Sloan,” he rumbles in my ear, his lips tracing a path down my neck and lighting my whole body on fire.
“I’m coming,” I moan out, my voice low but the pressure inside me tensing like a vise.
“I feel you, Treacle. I feel every part of you,” he murmurs into my ear, then releases himself to the sensations as well.
When Gareth comes inside of me, a flash of a baby shoots through my mind and my heart lurches in my chest. An image of Sophia holding a baby sister or brother brings tears to my eyes.
As our breaths slow and our bodies relax, I find myself asking, “Do you want children someday, Gareth?”
Gareth’s arm tightens around me as he sits up and props his head in his hand. I roll onto my back so I can see the look of surprise on his face.
“Where is this coming from?” he asks, his eyes that shade of moody darkness that I love so much.
“I think I want more babies someday,” I admit before I lose my nerve. What I’m feeling in this moment with Gareth is completely new, and I’m owning it because the man whose arms are wrapped around me has taught me to be fearless.
Gareth’s eyes blink down at me for a long pause, and I feel anxiety building in my chest. “I’m sorry to drop that on you, but I want you to know. I’ve never even thought about a sibling for Sophia before now. After she got sick, I never wanted to put myself at risk like that again.”
