“Yeah, sorry, no can do. I’d have to lie to you.”
“Seriously?” she snapped, voice cracking like a whip. “Seriously?” Her arms shot up, eyes wild. “Youfucking liedto me, Dom!”
I held up a finger and wagged it from side to side, lazily. “Nuh-uh. I may have omitted some details, but I haven’t lied to you. Big difference, Darlin’.”
Sierra gaped at me, jaw slack, then she clasped her hands together tight, pressing them to her lips like she was praying to a higher power for patience.
“You’re dreaming, Sierra,” she muttered to herself. “Just a dream, a weird fucking dream. You’ll wake up, and you’ll remember you’re too old for this kind of bullshit — literally.”
I chuckled, low and sharp, bridging the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. She was still in shock, which was to be expected.
She’d get over it.Eventually.
Her scent hit me again — lime and freesia, pulling at something deep inside me. My cock throbbed, my abs clenched, and heat rolled through me like a goddamn wave.
Oh, the things I’d do to fuck her again, to claim her.
“Glad to know you dreamed about me, too.”
“Just a dream, just a dream,” she repeated, trying to convince herself.
I stopped inches away, voice dripping with amusement and something darker. “Darlin’, if this was just a dream, could I do this?”
I’d been dying to touch her again, to feel her smooth skin under my fingers. Unable to deny myself any longer, I pulled her hands away from her mouth with one hand, cupped the back of her neck with the other, and claimed her lips in a punishing kiss.
Electricity shot through me as I felt her curves pressed tight against me again. It had been way too fucking long.
She struggled a little against me until I speared my fingers into her hair, gripping tightly and pulling her head back slightly, just the way I liked it. Kissing her like a man on the edge of losing everything, pouring every bit of hunger, obsession, and need into that brutal kiss.
I felt the shift — the moment her mind finally went blank.
There you go, Darlin’.
I pulled back just enough to smirk, voice rough but teasing, “You think you’re too old for this? Nah, I don’t give a fuck about three years. You’re it.”
Then I dove right back into my salvation.
As I ground my hips into her, letting her feel what she was doing to me, she parted her lips in a silent gasp, giving me the opening I needed. Moaning, I plunged my tongue into her delicious little mouth, tasting her.
Her nails dug into my stomach, my shirt clenched in her fists. My balls tightened at that little bite of pain, and I tilted her headback even further, devouring her mouth like a man possessed. My body was alive, buzzing with my need for her.
I was so lost in the feeling of her, in the high of feeding my obsession, that I missed the moment when her mind began to function again.
One second I was tasting her, sweeping my tongue over hers. The next, there was a loud slap, followed by a sting in my cheek, as she wrenched herself away from me.
“Fucking asshole,” she spat.
I pushed my tongue into my cheek before a slow, wicked smile spread across my face.
Was it wrong that I was kind of turned on by this?Probably.
But my dick didn’t give a flying fuck about wrong or right. Should’ve worn jeans today because these athletic shorts didn’t do anything to hide my raging hard-on.
“Eh, I usually prefer to label it as ‘going after what I want.’ I mean, you’re definitely not wrong, but I promise, you’ll get used to it.” I shrugged.
Sierra scoffed. “This,” she then pointed back and forth between us, “will not happen again. Do you understand me?”
I grinned. “I’m sure youthinkit won’t happen again.”
