Dammit. Dominic was getting harder and harder to resist when he was trying woo her with such glorious freedom, but even Maria knew that was just a ruse.
“Right. Like I believe that. Once you have your ring on my finger, you’ll turn into all the other overprotective men in my life.”
“No, I won’t.” Dominic made an oath to her right then and there. “Just imagine, Maria … you can do and be anything you want with me.”
Holding her breath, she could see just how truthful he was behind his hazel eyes. “Ring size, six.”
Thirty-Nine
An Impossible Man To Seduce
“You told me you wanted to go to the bar here, Maria,” Dominic warned her in a guttural voice, in an effort to let her know she still wasn’t going to get her way as they made it to her door.
“We are.” Maria pulled out her phone from her clutch to unlock the door. “I just need to freshen up first.”
“Uh-huh.” Clearly, he didn’t believe her. And it was probably for good reason.
While Maria did have a much better drinking spot here at the Casino Hotel, she planned to woo Dominic into her bed.
Who could blame her? Dominic is hot AF.
Smiling, Maria opened the door, and they both went inside.
“I’ll wait here,” he informed her, going to the living room.
Maria gave him a sultry smile. “You can come wait up in my room, if you’d like?”
“Not a chance, princess,” he said, showing his dimples while he took a seat in a big velvet chair.
Maria huffed out a long, exasperated breath. “You’re an impossible man to seduce, Dominic Luciano, I hope you know that.”
“Well, maybe”—Dom sat back lazily in the chair, spreading his arms over the arms of the chair, making himself comfortable—“you’re not trying hard enough, Maria Caruso.”
She thought she was dreaming for a second, about to wave the white flag of trying to seduce him. That sensual look Dom was giving her told her otherwise—Dominic clearly enjoyed her endless teasing, and he didn’t want it to stop. If he thought she wasn’t trying hard enough, he was in for her world of pain.
Maria sashayed over to him until just a foot away. Lifting her leg, she placed the toe of her stiletto on his lower abdomen, making the pointy heel hover over his dick, all while she balanced on the other thin nude heel. “Scared?” she asked with an arched brow.
“No, I trust you.” Dominic took his hand off the arm of the chair to let his palm wander up and down her long, silky leg that went on for days. Leaning down, he then placed a kiss on her inner thigh. “And you wouldn’t dare, princess,” he said with a smile.
That was true. There was no way she would hurt the one part of him she wanted the most.
Dom slid his hand from her upper thigh, down the length of her leg, until he reached her heel. Maria stared at him curiously as he admired her feet in her shoes, before he grabbed her heel with one hand so it couldn’t puncture him as he brought her leg closer with the other. The tight grip he had on her kept her from falling while she perfectly balanced on one stilettoed foot.
Leaning forward again, his eyes went to the nice, little view he had with the rising hem of her dress. Keeping his eyes on her see-through, nude, lacy thong, he kissed her inner thigh. “I know you didn’t mean it”—Dominic gripped her thigh tighter—“when you told me your ring size, but I know I’m getting you to think about it, princess.” He kissed her thigh even higher, his face closer to her pretty, little pussy. “How much longer do you think you’re going to be able to last?”
Those little kisses almost caused Maria’s head to fall back.
“You mean, how much longer are you going to be able to last?”
Dom licked the silky flesh in one, long stroke before he pulled away with a smile.
Crying internally when his lips left her thigh and he didn’t continue, she leaned forward, placing one knee beside his thigh and lifted the other until she straddled his lap. It wasn’t Maria who kissed him first; it was Dom who took her pouty lips as hostage.
Kissing Dominic felt like getting burned—it hurt to kiss him—but it only hurt worse pulling away from the flames. It was better to deal with the initial shock of pain until you got used to it. Controlling the flames hurt a hell of a lot less than being burned alive.
Dom slipped his hands under her dress and up her thigh to her ass, bringing the tight hem up to her lower waist, completely revealing her thin thong that concealed absolutely nothing. Taking his bottom lip to suck between two teeth, Maria found herself begging when her exposed ass cheeks were gripped tightly in each of his hands. “Please ….”