Forever with Me (With Me in Seattle, #8)(30)

“God, you’re tight, cara.”

I take a deep breath. “I’m going to come,” I say, and close my eyes. God, I can’t help it. He’s plunged all the way in, he’s pressing against my clit, and holy shit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, and begins to pulse his hips, nudging the root of his cock against my sweet spot, over and over, and I can’t stop the eruption that starts at my core and shoots out of my every nerve, making me clench onto him and ride it out.

He swears ripely, but tenderly cups my face in one hand, releases my other hand, and grips onto my ass cheek, pulling me even more firmly against him.

“Open your eyes.”

I comply and stare up into his icy blue gaze as he begins to move faster, his hips pumping, his cock plunging in and out of me, and his hand gripping onto my ass so hard, I’m sure I’ll have bruises there later.

I can’t wait to see them.

“Again,” he growls.

“I can’t.” I shake my head, but he kisses me hard and grinds his pubis against my clit. Every muscle in his impressive body is tight, flexed in raw sexual need.

He’s simply breathtaking.

“Again,” he insists. “Oh God, Alecia.”

The hoarse whisper of my name is all it takes to send me over the edge again. I cry out, holding onto him for all I’m worth, as my world crumbles out from under me. Dominic hardly makes a sound, aside from his harsh, labored breathing, as he succumbs to his own release.

Jesus. Neither of us can breathe. We’re gasping, trembling.

I’ve never had an orgasm like that.

Make that like the last half-dozen or so he’s given me in the past twelve hours.

A girl could become addicted to this.

“That’s the plan,” he says, with a cocky grin. I must have said that last part out loud.

“I need a shower.” His eyes light with excitement, like a kid on Christmas morning, and I laugh and swat at his arm. “We have work, sex maniac.”

“We could conserve water.”

I shake my head, but can’t help but grin as he leans down and kisses me like he always kisses me, with a lazy confidence, as though it’s our first kiss all over again.

He’s so f*cking good at that.

“Are you okay?” He brushes his knuckles down my cheek and watches me closely.

“Yes,” I reply, and realize that I mean it. I am okay. He studies me for another long minute, and then kisses my nose and rolls away, giving me space to sit up and stretch. “But you have to go away. No more distracting me. I have to get to work.”

“That hurts.” I spin and then relax when I see he’s lying with his hands behind his head, a confident smile on his lips. “I thought I was more than a distraction.”

“You’re a sexy distraction,” I qualify and, without covering my nakedness, stalk away and into the bathroom.

I start the shower and am just about to step into the hot spray when Dominic walks into the bathroom, wearing his shorts again, and scoops me up into a big hug. His hands glide over my back, down to my ass, and up again, but rather than join me in the shower, he plants a kiss on my head and murmurs, “Have a good morning. I’ll see you later.”

Dominic Salvatore gives the best hugs ever. I hold on for a moment, soaking in his warmth, his calm, his musky scent, before backing away and giving him a bright smile.

“You enjoy your morning too.”

He tilts his head to the side and narrows his eyes. “Thank you.”

He sees too much.

I nod and turn to get into the shower, but he takes my hand, making me look back at him over my shoulder. “Yes?”

“Finish your breakfast when you’re done.”

“Yes, sir.” I pat his hard chest, then get into the shower and close the glass door. “See you later.”

“Later.”

He leaves and shuts the bathroom door behind him, and I immediately deflate like a balloon. What in the hell am I doing? Last night was…God. I don’t even know how to categorize it. I’ve never felt that connected to anyone in my life.

Not even Blake.

Not even my ex-husband.

I wanted him to stay. I wanted to lie in his arms and feel him breathing all night long, so I did the only thing that made sense to me and sent him away. The hurt look in his eyes will forever be burned in my mind. I wanted to say never mind. Ask him to come back to bed.

But he scares me! He makes me feel things I have no business feeling. And he can deny it all he wants, but he’ll eventually want to take this farther than just sex.

Hell, I might eventually want to take it farther than just sex.

And that would be a disaster, because I don’t do love. I can’t.

Like Jonathan used to say, I’m not capable of it.

I can’t do this. I can’t face Dominic today. I have to figure out how I’m going to tell him that this was a one-time deal.

Okay, a two-time deal.

I finish showering, my mind is made up, and dress quickly in a blue summer dress with black heels, twist my hair up, grab my computer and my handbag, and set out downstairs.

“Isaac!” I call out to the tall man as I approach the reception site.

“Hey, Alecia,” he says with a smile. “Things are going to go more smoothly today. I promise.”