Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(61)

Cam knocked twice. The fifteen-second wait for her to unlock the door was excruciating. Then Domini, his sweet, beautiful, wonderful Domini, stood in front of him, close enough to touch, close enough to kiss. He hugged her hard, kissed her hard and was totally hard.


“Come in the kitchen. You hungry? There’s leftover casserole.”


“No. I don’t have much of an appetite lately.”


Domini brought them both a beer. He was a little surprised when she parked herself on his lap.


They stayed that way, not speaking, just being together. Cam had never known anyone as comfortable with silence as Domini. He’d never known anyone like Domini period.


This awful week without her had just reinforced the truth: Cam was totally head over heels in love with her. Nothing had ever felt so real, so right.


Too bad his timing was all wrong. Domini had so many life changing events to get through, he didn’t want to burden her with his declaration of love. When the time was right, he’d blurt out everything in his heart. Every sappy thing.


“Cam?”


He leaned back to look at her. “Sorry, I was kinda spacing out. What did you say?”


“I—I…”


“What’s wrong?”


She fingered the necklace he’d given her. “Come to bed with me. Please. I know you can’t stay, but I need to be with you, even for a little while.”


Touched by her sweet hesitation, Cam clasped her hand and directed her to the bedroom, locking the door behind them.


She stripped. She helped him strip. She left his prosthesis on and pushed him on his back. After she straddled him, she ran her hands up the insides of his arms and pinned his arms above his head.


“My way,” she said and kissed him.


Holy shit did Domini kiss him. Seductively. Wantonly. Relentlessly. She licked and bit his lips as her tongue tasted and teased. Her kisses destroyed him, turning him into a raging beast; her caresses tamed him into a junkie who craved her touch. His body burned from the light stroke of her fingertips over his skin. He bowed up from the silken rasp of the pads of her thumbs across his nipples. The bite of her nails into his scalp stung as she held him in place and kissed him stupid.


Domini locked her gaze to his. She grasped his cock and impaled herself in one deep stroke.


She kept the pace fast enough to excite but slow enough to tantalize. When she whispered, “Put your hands on me and help me ride,” Cam gritted his teeth against the urge to flip her on her back and f*ck her through the mattress.


But he let her choose the pace. He let her love him with the desperation they both felt. Domini didn’t drag it out; she took them both to the brink and kicked them into sweet ecstasy.


“I needed that,” she panted against his throat.


I needed you.


Domini kept touching his body, as if trying to memorize his shape. Then she sighed and nestled deeper into him. “I could fall asleep like this.”


“We’ll have to try it sometime.” He stroked her back and waited for her get whatever was bugging her off her chest.


“Cam, can I ask you something?”


“Sure.”


“I mean, I’d understand if you’d say no—”


“Just ask me.”


She blew out a breath. “Will you come to the lawyer’s office with me tomorrow?”


“What time?”


“Two o’clock.”


He was pretty shocked she’d asked him because she never asked him for anything. “I’ll be there.”


“Thank you.”


Cam started to drift off. It was tough forcing himself to leave the warmth of her bed, the comfort of her body and the serenity she brought him. It was tougher yet when she kissed him goodnight and it felt as if she was kissing him goodbye.


Maybe it had been a goodbye f*ck, because Domini had warned him she’d run with Anton if things didn’t go in her favor.


Fuck that.


No way would she leave here. No way would she leave him. He’d do whatever it took to make sure she stayed.


Whatever. It. Took.


Chapter Sixteen


“Domini, Deputy McKay. Good to have you both here, have a seat.” Ginger Paulson indicated two tweed wingback chairs in front of her desk. She scooted her leather chair in and donned a pair of glasses.


“Without violating confidentiality agreements, I will tell you I filed Nadia’s divorce. When it appeared Rex might contest it, which is a rarity in this day and age, I had Nadia on record discussing the domestic violence issues that’d plagued their marriage. I requested a copy of the police records. At the last minute, Rex agreed to the terms of irreconcilable differences. He also agreed to sign over sole custody of Anton DeMarco, to Nadia, with the stipulation he was no longer responsible for child support, which Nadia agreed to.”


Ginger peered over the rim of her glasses. “Domini, it is your intention to file for permanent legal guardianship of Anton?”


“Yes.”


“Well, that’s going to be tricky.”