Page 170 of Yearn
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Your breathing's rapid. Shallow." I let my gaze drop to her breasts, watching them rise and fall. "You're showing every physiological sign of arousal, Teyonah. Your body knows exactly what it wants."
"Dominic—"
"And I can see your pulse." I lifted my hand slowly, giving her time to step back.
She didn't.
My fingers found her throat, pressing gently against her carotid artery. Feeling that frantic rhythm beating against my fingertips like a caged bird.
"There it is." My voice dropped lower. "Fast. Irregular. Your cardiovascular system responding to proximity, to touch, to the memory of how my cock felt inside you."
Her breath hitched.
"Do you know what happens to your body during arousal?" I traced my fingers down the column of her throat, feeling her swallow against my palm. "Blood flow increases to your pussy. Your vaginal walls swell with more blood, preparing for penetration. Lubrication begins—"
"Stop." But it came out breathy, unconvincing.
"Your clitoris engorges. Becomes hypersensitive. Every nerve ending firing, begging to be touched." My hand slid lower, fingers spreading across her collarbone. "Your nipples harden—I can see them through your dress right now. Your core temperature rising. Your pupils dilating."
I leaned closer, my mouth near her ear. "And right now, Teyonah, your pussy is getting wet. Soaking wet. Not because you want it to. But because your body remembers me. Remembers how my cock stretched you. How I filled you. How I was about to make you cum."
She trembled.
"Your hypothalamus doesn't care that Scott's upstairs. It doesn't care about propriety or timing or anything except the fact that I gave you pleasure and you want more."
"You shouldn’t be here. This is dangerous."
"No." I pulled back to look at her face. "This is biology. This is chemistry. This is your body recognizing mine as its perfect match."
Her hands came up to my chest—whether to push me away or pull me closer, I wasn't sure she knew either.
"Go downstairs, Dominic.”
“Why?”
“I can't think when you'rethisclose."
"Good." My hand slid to her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric. "Thinking is overrated. Your prefrontal cortex is shutting down right now anyway. Making room for your limbic system to take over. The primitive part of your brain that knows exactly what it needs—"
"Dominic—"
"Say you want this." My fingers tightened on her waist. "Say you want me to fuck you on this kitchen table while your ex-husband sleeps upstairs, completely oblivious to the fact thatyou're mine now and your wet pussy is getting deliciously pounded."
Her pulse jumped under my fingers.
"Say it, Teyonah."
She stared up at me, those beautiful brown eyes wide, dark, and full of everything she was trying not to feel.
"I. . ." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I want this. I want you. Right now. Right here."
Mmm. Much better.
But was she truly ready for what I desired?
Chapter twenty-nine
