Chapter Twenty-Three
Dominic
Elizabeth looks down at her lap, her swollen mouth turned down in the corners. Her fingers move restlessly, but I’m not sure she’s aware of that.
Shit. I can’t believe she saw that. I feigned dozing off, then waited until she was out cold before slipping away because I wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep unless I did something about my condition.
It’s obvious what kind of conclusion she must’ve drawn. I thought it was odd when the mattress dipped and bounced back as I was drifting in and out of sleep, my head full of guilt and conflicting thoughts. But now it makes sense. I’m just thankful she didn’t pack her stuff and demand to leave the island ASAP. Instead, she told me she loved me.
I always considered myself a man of healthy self-esteem, but when she told me she loved me, I felt undeserving. I still don’t understand all that’s happened between us in the last ten years, and I haven’t done a thing to redeem myself. At the same time, I wanted to hold on to her love with all I’ve got.
But now…
A great way to hold on to her love, buddy…
“That had nothing to do with you…” I start, then wince. Talk about a lame explanation. There are only two people on the island. Of course she won’t buy it. “It’s because I’m an idiot.”
“What do you mean?”
“At first, I worried about your injuries. You don’t know how hard and filthy it can get between us.”
“I like it hard and filthy.”
You aren’t making this easy for me, my love. “I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“So? There are other ways.”
There are. I need to get off this topic unless I plan to tell her the real reason. I lean closer and grip the bottom of her rash guard. “If we do this, I’m not going to stop. I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside you, you’re going to get a dick imprint on your womb.”
Her eyes ablaze, she licks her lips.
Shit. My attempt to scare her with intensity backfired. But then, if I were thinking straight, I would’ve remembered she never, ever backs down from a challenge. All the blood pools in my cock, and I pull the rash guard over her head and throw it somewhere on the sand.
The finale—my cock inside her—is such a turn-on. I have to struggle to control myself. It doesn’t matter how much she likes it. She won’t enjoy herself if I don’t prep her.
One hand twisted around her hair, I kiss her again, raw with hunger. My other hand runs along the hot, sexy curve along her side from her hip to waist to the breast barely contained by her bikini top. Since I told her we were boogie boarding, she didn’t put that blue bikini back on…but this one doesn’t cover much either.
I cup her breast in my hand, fondling
it, marveling at its lush weight and softness. My thumb flicks the tip once, twice, and I watch the nipple harden.
Her breath shallow and erratic, she shifts her legs, cradling me sweetly. “Dominic.”
I strip the bikini top off her. “How do you want it?”
Her eyes meet mine. “Rough, hard and fast. Just like you said.”
Hearing that, I feel like my whole body’s on fire. Get her ready.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, while I knead the other one. Her fingers thread through my hair, holding on tightly. Then I switch over, making her cry out and arch her spine like a bow.
“I’m so wet for you,” she says in a pant. “You can take your time next time, but I want you inside now.”
“You don’t get to boss me around, angel. You’ll take what I give you.”
After stripping us bare, I work my way down, leaving a trail of wet, open kisses from breastbone to belly to navel, all the while massaging her tits and flicking the pads of my thumbs across her pointed nipples. The scent of her arousal is killing me. She’s so hot and ready.
Still, I move down slowly for a special treat I love so much—the sight and taste of her slick, swollen clit and pussy. Normally, I’d feast between her legs, but from the tension creeping into her thigh muscles, she’s worried I won’t slide home.