A shiver ran down my spine when his thumb softly stroked the skin under my jaw. You’d never think a man this big wouldbe capable of the level of tenderness he was usually handling me with.
“So territorial,” I muttered under my breath.
“Damn right. I know you can handle yourself. Hell, that’s half the reason I can’t stay away. But that doesn’t mean I won’t make it crystal clear you’re not available.” His voice was quiet, intense.
“Sounds like ayouproblem.” I’d meant to sound all haughty, but my traitorous voice came out kind of breathy.
Christ, my body was now actively working against me.
Dom leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against mine.
“Nah, Darlin’. That’s ahimproblem. Because he can’t have you. Matter of fact, no one can, ever again. Might as well get used to it now.”
His tongue darted out, licking across the seam of my lips, before he used his hand to slightly tilt my head to the side and went in for the kill.
His lips moved against mine in a sensuous kiss, robbing me of all thought, and I found myself just …giving in.
Just letting myself savor the feeling of his bulky frame against mine, the rough pads of his thumb brushing over my skin, and the way his tongue flicked against mine.
As his movements began to slow, I pulled back, my chest heaving. Slightly dazed, I looked up at him, our heated gazes meeting. There was a thrill of anticipation crackling between us.
My tongue darted out, licking his taste from my bottom lip, and his eyes followed it hungrily.
Trying to take control of the situation, I blurted out the first thing that came into my head that wasn’t begging him to fuck me. “Is this where you beat your chest and drag me off by my hair?”
Dom’s answering smirk was devastating, filled with dark and dirty promises.
“No, Darlin’. I just pin you against a wall and make you forget anyone else exists.”
Looking back in the direction his teammate went off, he gritted his jaw. His hand still cradling my neck, slipped around to grip my throat, putting pressure on my neck with his thumb and index finger.
My breathing deepened as everything around me slowed down, leaving him as my sole point of focus.
A tiny moan slipped through my parted lips.
“I need you — now,” he said through clenched teeth, his voice low and rough, filled with raw desire.
“W-what?” I stuttered, too distracted by the delicious pressure of his palm to comprehend his words.
“We’re leaving, Darlin’. No arguments.”
His usually light hazel eyes were dark, like a storm was brewing in them. His hand slowly loosened around my neck before dropping down to intertwine our fingers and pull me with him.
“Bu-but that’s the wrong way. My class is—”
“You’re skipping it today.” He looked back at me, an amused smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “Why did I even think you’d listen to that ’no arguments’ part?”
“Beats me,” I sassed, although my voice was still breathy.
With quick steps, he led me to his abomination of a truck, parked not far from the athletic center. Wordlessly, he helped me climb into my seat, once again making sure I was buckled in.
Which was so over-the-top and overbearing,not at allendearing or butterfly-inducing.Nope.
With every minute spent in the confinement of his truck, the air grew thicker. He’d put his hand on my thigh as soon as he’d pulled out of the parking lot, and it hasn’t moved … well,barelymoved.
Every stop at a red light seemed to signify a green light to start foreplay to him. He was driving me wild with his barely there touches, the firm kneading of my thigh, and his pinky finger flicking over my denim-covered pussy every so often.
I had zero recollection of the walk from his truck to my apartment. His brooding presence and his unapologetic, raw need for me eclipsed anything else.
