Page 68 of Disavowed

Once in her bedroom, he released her slowly, letting her body slide against his as her feet met the plush carpet. He tugged her sweater over her head, dropping it to the floor. His nostrils flared as he stared down at her satin- and lace-covered breasts.

His eyes roved her body with an intensity that made her shiver. Making love with this man had been soul-rocking the first time. Then, they’d barely known each other. Now there was an even deeper connection.

Her nipples tightened almost painfully, and when he cupped her breasts, rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs, she couldn’t stop the throaty moan that escaped her lips. She covered his hands with hers, urging him to caress her breasts harder. He did, then slid his hands to her back and unfastened her bra. His fingertips made a fiery trail on her skin as he slid the bra down her arms and let it fall to the floor. Locking his gaze with hers, he began a slow, erotic massage of her body, his hands roaming her back, her buttocks, up her rib cage to her breasts again.

Frenzied need bloomed deep inside her, like spring flowers getting their first glimpse of sunlight after a long, cold winter. She yanked his shirt over his head, then dragged her fingernails across the taut skin of his back, digging them into his thick muscles. He responded with a deep, masculine groan.

“I’ve always loved your fingernails, all pretty and pink.” The look in his eyes was pure sex as he gazed down at her. “But I also love these. Your breasts are so damn perfect.” Dipping his head, he captured her nipple in his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue before nipping it gently with his teeth.

She gasped and clasped his head tighter to her breast. He shifted to her other breast, suckling and nipping like she was an ice cream cone. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot to her core, and she hissed in a breath. He kissed his way down her belly to the waistband of her jeans. With a flick of his finger, he undid the button and zipper, then tugged her pants and panties down her legs, his fingertips caressing every inch of her thighs and calves along the way.

When she stepped out of her pants, he looked up at her, his blue eyes dark and laden with lust. He slid his hands up the insides of her thighs, and she stepped wider while his thumbs grazed her wet folds. Again she moaned, resting her hands on his shoulders for balance while his thumbs slid back and forth, delving deeper with every path, teasing, torturing her sweet spot until she whimpered.

“Sit on the bed.” When she did, he placed his hand on her belly and pushed gently. “Lie back. The chocolate mousse cake was great, but I’m in the mood for something else.”

Her body trembled with need and expectation as she lay backward. Dom draped her legs over his shoulders, holding the tops of her thighs. Using his fingers, he spread her slickened folds, then flicked his tongue at the tender, sensitized bud. She shivered and bucked in his grasp. Instinct took over, and she surged her hips forward, pressing against his mouth. His tongue pushed inside her, sucking her folds into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then went deeper, licking faster, hotter.

She clawed her fingers through his hair and circled her hips, grinding against his mouth. The sensation of his long, wet tongue laving her most sensitive parts was almost too much to bear.

The first wave of her orgasm built in the pit of her belly, spiraling outward until she spasmed and cried out.

He held her thighs down firmly, flicking his tongue faster at her clitoris before nipping it gently with his teeth. A second wave of orgasm gained momentum, building and building until it washed over her, and she cried out again, louder this time, her hips bucking wildly.

She closed her eyes, sucking in deep breaths as her heart pounded. “Oh. My. Gosh,” she managed to say between breaths.

The mattress shifted, and she opened her eyes to see Dom shucking his jeans and tight boxers, setting his phone on the bedside table. At the sight of him standing beside the bed, naked and golden and magnificent, she propped herself up on her elbows, her mouth watering. She noted the jagged scar on the side of his left thigh and wondered if it had anything to do with his limp. But the scar looked old, as if it had been there for quite some time, and she had only a vague recollection of it from when they’d made love a year ago.

His erection jutted out proudly between two of the longest, most muscular legs she’d ever seen, and she licked her lips, imagining how he would taste as she ran her tongue along every ripped muscle of his powerful, sexy body. Just looking at him was enough to give her another orgasm. In response, her body jerked as a tiny jolt of awareness flared between her thighs.

As he pulled a condom from his wallet, the muscles in his arms rippled and danced. Her heart rate had finally begun to slow, but then he rolled the condom onto his enormous erection, and her pulse fluttered out of control all over again. Though they’d made love once before, that had been a year ago, and she hadn’t been with anyone since.

She swallowed, her breathing coming faster now as he rested one hand beside her, slipping his other hand beneath her ass and easily repositioning her onto the center of the bed.

His biceps and forearms corded as he held himself over her. She looked up into his eyes and skimmed her hands down his back, raking her nails gently over his skin. His firm, muscular ass was taut beneath her seeking fingers. Licking her lips again, she closed one of her hands over his stiff erection.

He threw back his head and groaned deep in his throat. “Daisy.” His body shuddered as she began stroking him through the condom. He was warm and hard, pulsing and vibrating in her hand. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll come before I ever get inside you.”

“Then we’d better hurry.” She pulled him down and guided him to her entrance, lifting her hips as the head of his erection nudged her wet, swollen folds.

He clasped the sides of her face and kissed her deeply, with slow, languid swipes of his tongue, as if he were savoring her very essence.

While his tongue invaded her mouth, the head of his erection pressed inside her, an inch at a time, allowing her body to relax and adjust to his size. He lifted his head, breathing hard, nostrils flaring as he pushed deeper. Wet and slick though she was, the pressure against her inner walls made her tense.

He withdrew. “Am I hurting you?” His forehead creased, and the look of unmistakable concern in his eyes made her heart squeeze. He stroked her cheek, his voice thick with emotion. “Have you been with anyone else since the last time we were together?”

A frisson of embarrassment shot through her when she shook her head. She’d been tempted to lie but couldn’t.

“I’m glad.” He smiled, and her immediate reaction was that he was gloating, as if he’d made such a sexual impression on her she’d been spoiled for anyone else.

“You’ve been with other women, haven’t you?” When he closed his eyes she knew the answer. He’d all but admitted it when they’d nearly had sex several days ago.

He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes. “I’m not proud of it. And I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You’re kidding.” But the look on his face was dead serious. “Aren’t you?”

“No.” He touched his fingers to her cheek. “I would never kid or lie to you about something so important. I mean it. I never stopped thinking about you.”

She shook her head, uttering a disbelieving sound, but when their gazes reconnected his eyes held nothing but raw, blatant honesty. He continued to hold himself over her but made no attempt to reenter her, and she understood why. He was waiting. For her.