“Uh-huh,” I say, breathless, loving the feeling of him hard and thick and throbbing inside me. It’s intimate as hell, makes me realize how close I can be with a man. I don’t want him to stop over some weird honorable sentiment—because Dominic is exactly the type to be noble about stuff like that—so I clench around him hard.
“But it’s over now. Let’s move. Hard. Fast. Delicious.” I lick his lips.
A deep groan tears from his throat, and he pulls out and shoves back into me in a slow, spine-tingling rhythm. Every time he’s fully seated, the pleasure builds. My breathing grows shallow, and I pant, kissing him.
I pull my knees up, and he thrusts more deeply. Breath sticks in my throat, and he grinds into me, stimulating my clit with every drive.
My vision dims for a moment as the most powerful orgasm of all wrecks me, my throat going hoarse from screaming.
“Liza, Liza, Liza…” he groans as he shudders, emptying inside me.
I wrap my arms around him as he heaves, enjoying the closeness. I didn’t realize sex could be this…intimate, leaving me feeling slightly vulnerable. Thankfully, he also makes me feel protected…almost cherished.
He lifts his head when his breathing settles. He starts to say something, but changes his mind and goes to the bathroom first, shamelessly displaying his glorious nude body. Of course I look.
“You should’ve said something,” he says after returning to bed and pulling me closer.
I shrug. “Why? Would it have made any difference?”
He frowns.
I place a finger on the furrowed spot between his eyebrows. “You didn’t announce your experience, so I don’t know why I should.” I place a hand on his muscled chest. “We both enjoyed it, and I sure wouldn’t have stopped if it had been your first time.”
He chuckles, his arm wrapped around my waist. He looks into my eyes. “It’s just that you’re twenty-one and sexy and beautiful as hell. I wasn’t exactly expecting to be your first.”
I smile softly. He has no idea I handed him a fake ID, and I don’t want to come clean. I’m leaving in two days anyway—less than two.
He runs a warm hand along my spine, pulling the sheet over us. “Stay the night,” he whispers.
I look into his eyes. It’s way past midnight, but nobody’s going to care if I don’t make it back. They’ll just assume I started my birthday celebration early. “Okay.” I snuggle close. As my eyelids grow heavier, I murmur, “I’m glad it was you.”
Chapter Six
Dominic
When I open my eyes in the morning, Liza’s still deep in sleep. I gently push away some strands of hair that have fallen over her lovely face. She looks so peaceful, her relaxed mouth closed, the slanting morning sunlight on her eyelashes forming shadows in the shape of crescent moons on her cheeks. She breathes so softly, it seems like she’s holding her breath.
She was totally sexual every time we woke up during the night and reached for each other. I didn’t want to push into her again since it was her first time, so she suggested we try “other things.”
When I asked her where she learned all those other things, she primly said, “Just because I was a virgin until tonight doesn’t mean I’m ignorant. I’ve seen porn.”
A corner of my lips lifts at the memory. As much as I hate to leave, I climb out of bed and get dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. I need to feed her, and I only have a couple of eggs, ketchup, mustard and mayo in the fridge. She deserves more than that.
The grocery run doesn’t take long. I bring home two dozen eggs, cheese, berries, bacon, whipped cream cheese and assorted bagels and croissants. Fancier than what I normally eat, but Liza’s worth the splurge.
When I get home, Liza’s up. Her hair’s damp, and her face is scrubbed clean from a recent shower. Instead of the clothes from the night before, she’s put on one of my shirts. It hangs like a dress, and I like the way it looks on her way too much.
Mine.
She said she wants to call me that, and I want to reciprocate. It isn’t like me to be so possessive, but Liza’s showing me maybe I’ve been wrong about myself in more ways than one.
“Hope you don’t mind,” she says, gesturing at the shirt.
“Nope.”
“I put my dirty stuff in there.”
So that explains the glossy Gap bag on the counter.