Page 1 of Shattered Love
Avery
Dominic is home.My body clenches at the sound of his footsteps approaching.
I smile. Hearing him before I feel his hands on my waist, his scent mingling in the air around me. Dominic’s voice is a deep, sharp whisper. “Honey…I’m home.”
I can’t help but snort. “You’re such a dork.”
I continue stirring my meatballs.
Dominic’s got a serious addiction to my Italian food and coming from a traditional Italian family I had learned to cook before I could walk.
He wraps his thick arms around me. “Something smells nice.” His tone is husky. My breath hitches instantly, my heart beating to the beat that belongs to him. Burying his head in my neck to place a single, soft kiss just under my ear. He trails a small line of kisses down my neck, my stomach twisting in pleasure it’s like his lips have a direct line to the spot that drives my ovaries.
I squirm as his hands explore me. “Stop or we won’t eat!” My face flushes. It has nothing to do the warmth from the cooker. “I’ve made your favorite.” Lips curling into a smile against my neck like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me before he bites gently. Goosebumps cover my skin as I purr. “Dom.” I succumb and lean into him as he turns me to face him, pulling me by the waist against his muscular body.
I can’t resist him. He’s my addiction.
He doesn’t say a word as his green eyes take me in like it’s been a thousand years, not a couple of hours, since I saw him last. The intensity behind his gaze darkens as his eyes dart to my lips. He bites his own just slightly before looking back into my eyes. One of his hands finds its way into my hair then to the nape of my neck. The other is tugging on my waist firmly He leans in slowly and the moment his lips touch mine, my body automatically bows to him. All I feel are his lips. Nothing else exists. The world disappears. I’ve been kissed plenty of times before, but no other kiss comes close to one from Dominic Stone.
Demanding and passionate.
You would think after five years I would be used to his touch, but every time his breath closes in on mine, it’s like the first time all over again.
He pulls back. “Hey, beautiful.”
Trying to control my breathing, I smile up at him. “Hey.” It comes out a whisper as he runs one of his fingertips down my face, as if he’s trying to catalog every feature to memory.
Gaze intense, as if he’s searching for an answer that only my eyes can give. His whole body relaxes when he seems to find it.
“Go have a shower. Dinner's nearly ready.”
Dominic slaps my ass.
“Ouch!”
His lips turn up into that sexy smile I love.
Dominic had always been the bad boy from the other side of the tracks—the wrong side. He was always on a most wanted list, especially with the ladies. The girls followed him around like he was the Pied Piper and the guys considered him their hero.
Me, I was the nerd. Always had my head in a book and never thought for a second that Dominic knew my name.
Rumors were he’d only dated college girls and that high school girls weren’t enough for his experienced taste. Dominic looked older for his age, so the rumors of the wild parties he attended were believable. He didn’t have a baby face or that lanky awkwardness that most teenagers go through. No, he was defined and cut like aPhotoshopped image right out of a magazine. A body created only in imagination. His jaw was as chiseled as his cheekbones, his dark hair styled effortlessly. I envied the lucky girl who ran her fingers through it.
Dominic demanded attention when he walked into a room, even though he hardly spoke a word. There was something about him that just mesmerized a crowd. To watch him, to listen to his every word…he was hypnotizing.
Imagine how I must have felt the day he stopped in the corridor and asked me—no, told me—that I was going to prom with him. I was convinced I was on Punk’d. He was Dominic Stone and I was, well, just me. Avery Carmichael.
