The Dating Experiment (The Experiment, #2)(37)

His hands worked my old shirt up my body higher and higher until it was bunched under my arms. I lifted my shoulders, so he could pull it over and remove it. He tossed it to the side, immediately returning his attention back to me. I was naked except for my panties, and he took full advantage of that.

His hands explored my body, from my hips to my breasts and back down again. His tongue traced a similar path, toying with the curve of my collarbone until he made his way over my chest to my nipple. I gasped as his mouth covered it and his tongue flicked.

A shiver rocketed down my spine, and I squirmed beneath him. My clit ached, and goddamn it, I’d waited too long for this. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted him to get up and get on with it before I went stir crazy with need.

He moved further and further down my body until his head was right between my legs. He dropped kisses to my lower stomach and the inside of my thighs. Tingles covered my skin as his hot mouth slid over my hip, coming closer and closer to the waistband of my last remaining piece of clothing.

Down.

He pulled down my panties, fingers hooked in the waistband. He lifted my legs as he removed them and tossed them to the side. I wriggled as his hands stroked the insides of my legs, parting them.

Kisses to the side of my thighs really had me wiggling. My heart was going crazy, and goddamn it, I could barely breathe as he moved closer and closer to my clit.

Then, he was there. Licking and sucking and toying with it. His hands clamped around my legs, holding me down, holding my hips in place against him as his tongue brought me closer and closer to the edge.

I came with a cry, and Dom’s fingers dug into my thigh as he drew it out for as long as possible. My hips writhed beneath his touch, but he didn’t let up until I’d stilled beneath him.

I threw my arm over my eyes when he moved. I could barely control my breathing as he moved away from me. My whole body was on fire, completely alive, and the next thing I knew, his hands were on my legs again, and he was leaning over me, kissing me.

I wrapped my arm around his neck, kissing him back. His other arm was between our bodies, and I arched my hips up, so he could move inside me.

He did, slow and easy, inch by inch, until he was fully inside. A tiny gasp escaped against his lips, and he smiled, dragging his teeth over my lower lip.

Slowly, he moved, thrusting in and out until I wrapped my legs around his body. As if he took that as his queue, he picked up the pace, moving in and out of me faster.

My nails dug into his skin as heat washed through my body once again. I was borderline delirious—pleasure pumped through my veins as we kissed, and he moved, and I grabbed at his skin. Over and over, I moaned into his mouth. He groaned a few times, too, and all that sound did was send shivers over my skin.

It felt so good. Too good. Too overwhelming and insane and unreal. I arched my back, and Dom pressed his face into my neck, kissing me.

I gripped and gripped and gripped, and then—it happened.

The orgasm washed through me like a bomb exploding. I might have screamed his name. I wasn’t sure. I was barely coherent as it hit. I couldn’t think or breathe or speak, or maybe I could, because who the hell knew what I could or couldn’t do?

Not me.

I came back down to Earth, Dom still inside me, unmoving. His breath was hot as it fluttered against my skin with his labored exhales. His hand gently trailed up and down my side, an easy touch that felt oh-so-good.

Still, the post-orgasmic haze, I had one question.

What did we do now?





Chapter Fourteen – Dom


Emotions.

The greatest enigma of the twenty-first century.

We’d been to the moon, but we still couldn’t control our emotions.

No wonder robots were taking over.

I rubbed my hands down my face. My cock still throbbed with the lingering sensation of being inside her. I had no idea how long I’d been here in the bathroom, sitting on the fucking toilet trying to get my shit together.

What we’d done had changed everything. There was no chance in fucking hell that I was letting her go now. I didn’t give a shit that she still owed what’s-his-face a second date.

I’d wanted her for years, and now I had her, and I wasn’t going to lose her. I knew I faced one hell of an uphill battle because Chloe Collins was anything but easy to understand, and I wasn’t dumb enough to think that just because we’d had sex, that meant something would happen.

She’d once admitted that she’d once crushed on me.

I had a sneaking feeling that the crush wasn’t as far in the past as she’d led me to believe.

I fucking hoped it wasn’t.

I rubbed my hand down my face and stood up from the toilet. My left leg was goddamn dead, and I’d be limping like an idiot pretty soon when the pins and needles kicked in.

I washed my hands, using the bright, polka-dot towel on the rack to dry them, and headed back into the bedroom. What I really wanted was a shower, but I knew Chloe’s temper, and if I stayed in the bathroom much longer, she’d likely accuse me of jumping out of the bathroom window.

I was naked, but that didn’t mean that trail of thought was off-limits to her.

I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell we did now, but the words died on my tongue. She was wrapped around the quilt, blonde hair fanning over the pillows…

Fast asleep.

Either she hadn’t slept last night, or I was better in bed than I thought I was.