The Dating Experiment (The Experiment, #2)(36)

He didn’t hesitate. His hands snaked around my body, pulling me close to him, and he kissed me back.

It was hot and heavy, deep and desperate. His tongue found mine within seconds, and I held nothing back. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and pressed my body completely against his.

It was hard and hot, a lot like the grip he had on me. Tingles ran across my skin, causing all the hairs on my arms to stand on end, and I gasped into his mouth. I’d wanted him to kiss me, but I didn’t think he’d kiss me like this.

I thought it’d be slow and tender, his lips testing mine to see how far he could go.

But this?

This was everything but. I clenched my legs together as I felt his cock harden inside his pants. It pressed against me, practically screaming out with how he wanted me.

I felt the same. My clit ached between my legs, and right now, I wished he’d let me go so I could climb him like a koala climbed a damn tree.

Dom pulled back. I peered up at him through my lashes. His eyes were dark and hooded, his jaw tight, as if he were conflicted, like he was trying to figure out how to make sense of what was happening.

“Did you mean it?” he asked, slowly bringing his eyes to mine. “If I walk out, I’ll never have another chance?”

I swallowed. I did—I mean, I had meant it. But now he’d kissed me like that, did I still?

“What if I do mean it?” I asked softly. “I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to make your choice. You either want me now, or you don’t want me at all.”

“Chlo…” He took a deep breath, lowering his forehead to mine. “I’m not leaving. Whether you mean it or not. I don’t think I can leave.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m not leaving here until I know what it’s like to have you be mine.”

I didn’t have a chance to say anything. He dipped his face so his lips sealed over mine, rendering my words useless. All I wanted was him. His kiss, his touch, his everything.

I surrendered myself to him, completely. I didn’t care. I could barely think straight, but I knew I wanted this. Whatever it took to be his for one night, I wanted it. I’d do it.

Because I wanted it, too. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. And if this was it ever was, I’d take it.

I was a fool. I knew that. There was no doubting it, no circling around it. It was sprayed on the side of my house and branded into my forehead.

But fools loved. And when they loved, they loved fully, with all the pureness in their hearts.

So, maybe there were worse things than being a fool in love.

I wound my fingers into Dom’s hair. It was soft and silky and just begged to be run through my fingers.

“Be mine,” Dom whispered against my lips, cupping the back of my head. “Be mine right now.”

“Don’t you think we’ll regret this tomorrow?” I whispered.

“No, I won’t. I can’t regret you.” He kissed me again without giving me a chance to answer.

I didn’t have an answer.

I couldn’t regret him either.

He pulled away once more and grabbed my hand. I followed willingly as he dragged me to the stairs and up them. He paused in the hall, looking left and right.

Grinning, I slipped past him, still holding his hand, and pulled him toward my room. No sooner had I stepped through the door than he yanked me toward him, kissed me, and dove his fingers into my hair.

Together, we staggered back toward the bed, falling when my legs hit the side of the bed. I squealed as we went down, and Dom laughed against my mouth, dipping his head as he used his hands to stop himself falling entirely on top of me.

“Don’t laugh at me,” I murmured, meeting his eyes.

“I’m not laughing,” he said in a voice just as low and soft as mine right before he dropped his lips to mine.

My arms curled around his neck, and my knees bent to wrap my legs around his waist. Our bodies couldn’t have been any closer in this moment, and goosebumps dotted my skin, from the base of my neck to the tips of my fingers. A shiver jolted down my spine, making me tremble beneath him.

My heart was thumping. I couldn’t hear a damn thing because my pulse thundered so harshly in my ears. All I could do was feel—feel as Dom’s lips made their way over my jaw to my neck. As he kissed my skin, the pure pleasure of it making me shiver once again.

One of his hands dropped to my thigh, creeping up my leg beneath the loose fabric of the old shirt I was wearing. His fingers probed my skin as he kissed my neck. I never wanted him to stop, but my own hands had other ideas.

I grasped at the top of his t-shirt, yanking the fabric up so he could pull it over his head. He pushed up, kneeling on the edge of the bed, and tugged it over his head. I was no stranger to the sight of Dominic Austin without a shirt on, but this time, it was different.

This time, I didn’t just have to look at the tight packs of muscle on his stomach or the taut muscles on his upper arms. I could touch him—I could grab his arms and run my fingers over his stomach.

Which was what I did. I trailed my fingers over his shoulders, then his chest, then his stomach. My touch faded away the closer I got to his waistband, and he shuddered as I got close to the light ‘v’ that dipped beneath his jeans.

Snatching my wrists up, he pressed them to the bed above my head. He dropped down, kissing me again, his hot body hovering over mine. Red-hot bolts of lust pumped through my body as his mouth danced across my skin, exploring the curve of my neck with his lips.