With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two (111 page)

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“I wasn’t trying to scare you off,” she says as her pussy pulses around me. “I was being honest.”

“And I appreciate your honestly,
cara.
” I pull back, dragging my cock almost all the way out of her, and then switch up the intensity again, taking my time to sink back into her. She’s panting, and her lips are wet and parted. “You are precious. You are worthy of so much more than you know. Knowing that others made you feel insignificant pisses me off, but it’s their loss.”

I press my lips to her ear. “It’s their loss.”

“Dominic,” she whispers as her body begins to writhe and tremble under me.

“Yes,
tesoro
,” I reply and finally give her what her body is craving, moving faster, a bit harder, inside her. “Come for me.”

“Oh, God,” she breathes and her body shudders, tenses and comes apart at the seams beneath me, crying out my name.

My name
.

“That’s right,” I say raggedly. I pull out of her and urge her onto her back, settle between her legs, and sink inside her still-trembling pussy as her arms and legs envelope me tenderly. She sinks her fingers in my hair and watches me with wide, glassy brown eyes as she hitches her knees up around my hips, opening herself up to me completely. “This is
me
with you, Alecia. Not your ex, or any other idiot who let you get away from him. It’s just you and me.” I nibble her lips and make slow, sweet love to her, drunk on her. I push one hand under her ass, bringing her flush against me.

“You and me, understand?”

“You and me,” she agrees, before pulling my lower lip between her teeth, and I can’t hold myself back any longer. I bury my face in her neck as the orgasm shoots its way through me. I rock my pelvis against hers and come inside her as she cries out and clenches around me once again, coming along for the ride.

After I catch my breath, I brace myself on my elbows, taking my weight off of her and grin down at her softly. “I think we need another shower.”

“I think you’re right.” She chuckles and her pussy squeezes me, instantly making me hard again.

“Later,” I murmur with a smile and hitch her leg up over my shoulder. “It seems I’m not finished with you.”

 

Chapter Eleven

~Alecia~

 

“It’s just you and me.” Dom’s words echo in my mind as I slowly slip from a dreamless sleep to lazy wakefulness. His arm is draped gently around my waist, his chest pressed against my back. Even in sleep, he’s holding me against him.

You and me.

I grin and take a deep breath, then shimmy around so I’m facing him. His face is relaxed in sleep, his lips closed, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks.

What’s up with men having better eyelashes than women?

I nudge the tip of his nose with mine, then place a gentle kiss on his lips and scoot out from under his arm and pad sleepily into the bathroom.

I desperately need that shower we never got around to last night.

Not that I’m complaining.

My body is humming, extra sensitive from all of Dominic’s attention as I step into the spray of water and grin to myself as I begin soaping up my body.

I’m still scared out of my mind. I’m not going to lie to myself and try to think that I’m suddenly a hearts and flowers kind of girl. I’m still not so sure that shit exists, but what Dom said last night made complete sense. What I feel with him is unique to him. To
us
. It has nothing at all to do with either of our pasts.

He
has nothing to do with Jonathan, or my parents.

It’s just him and me.

And damn if it’s not the safest feeling I’ve ever had.

I finish shaving my legs, grinning when I see his fingerprints in my thigh muscles.

Yep, damn sexy.

Is it weird that I think it’s hot that Dominic left fingerprint bruises on my skin?

I shrug, turn the tap off, quickly dry my skin and wrap up in a large, fluffy, blue towel, then lean across the vanity and swipe the fog from the mirror before moisturizing my face.

If he touches me the way he did last night, he can leave bruises anywhere he wants.

I smirk and brush out my hair, then twist it up onto the back of my head, securing it with pins. Just as I lower my arms, Dom appears behind me in the mirror. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are pinned to mine as he gently squeezes my shoulders and kisses my neck, in that spot that he knows makes me weak in the knees. His hands glide down my arms, to my hands, which he guides to the counter top.

“Leave your hands right here,” he whispers against my ear.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, but he leans past me, his long arm reaching around me and wipes the fog that has reformed on the mirror away.

“Keep your eyes open,
cara
.”

I find his gaze in the mirror once more. His lips twitch with humor, his dimple winks at me, and the next thing I know, my towel is gone and tossed on the floor. My eyebrows climb as his eyes rake over me, from my face, down my chest, to my stomach in the mirror, then he pulls back and his eyes take the same tour of my body from behind.

And just like that, I’m on fucking fire.

“Dom—”

“I didn’t say you could talk,” he murmurs lazily, but his eyes are direct and firm as they meet mine in the glass.

I love it when he gets bossy.

He pulls the tip of his finger down the nape of my neck, and continues down my spine, sending gooseflesh over my skin. When he reaches the small of my back, he grips my hips in both hands and urges me back, bent over, sticking my ass in the air. His hands slide back to cup my ass gently, reverently, and I can already feel the moisture forming between my thighs.

Jesus, I want him like crazy, and I just had him a few hours ago.

“I thought about taking you like this last night,” he says softly, his fingertips gliding up and down my sides. It would normally tickle the hell out of me, but all it does is make my nipples pucker in anticipation. “But I decided this wasn’t what you needed then.”

He leans over me and plants his lips in the crook of my neck, then finds my gaze with his again as he grips my hands and moves them from the countertop to the mirror.

“Lean on the glass,” he instructs me firmly. He cups both of my breasts and tweaks my firm nipples with his thumbs. “I like you in this position. With your ass pushed out, spread open for me.”

My jaw drops as I watch his tanned hands move over my white skin.

“I want you to keep your hands on the mirror,
cara
. And I don’t want you to watch me.”

I frown at him, not understanding.

“You’re to keep your eyes open, but I want you to watch
you.
” He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades as his thumbs continue to torture my nipples. “I want you to see what I do to you.”

I know what he does to me. He makes me completely crazy. He makes me feel like my body is turning inside out.

He makes me lose myself.

I open my mouth, but before I can speak he says, “Don’t argue with me, unless you want this to stop.”

Forget bossy. Try tyrannical.

And with those last words of instruction, he kisses his way down my back and squats behind me. It feels bizarre to watch my own face as I’m getting turned on.

“How do you feel?” he asks before he plants a kiss on my left ass cheek, as if he’s reading my mind.

“Shy,” I reply immediately.

“Good girl,” he says and drags his hand up the inside of my right thigh and skims his fingertips through my folds and against my clit, then retreats immediately. I gasp, my lips part, and I can see the pulse in my neck pick up speed.

“Look at the way you blush,” he whispers. The very tips of his fingers, his short fingernails, scrape up and down my ass slowly, softly, making me catch my breath. “I love it when your cheeks get red with arousal.”

I’ve never noticed it before. I didn’t know I did that. A blush spreads from my cheeks, down my neck to my chest, and my hands form into fists, still leaning against the mirror. I can see his shoulders on either side of my hips, and I bite my lip at the thought of his face being eye-level with my pussy.

“You blush down here, too, you know.” He plants another wet kiss on the opposite cheek, just as his hand takes another trip up the inside of my left thigh and into my dripping wet folds.

I moan and drop my head, my eyes closing, and he’s suddenly…
gone.

“If you stop, so do I,
cara
.”

My head whips back up. He’s shifted to my left side, watching me in the mirror.

“I mean it.”

I bite my lip again and nod, and he moves behind me once again, grips my hips in his hands, and without further ado, leans in and swipes his tongue, from my clit to my anus, in one long, firm, wet motion.

I’m panting now, my pulse scattered, the blood rushing in my ears. He presses his thumb to my clit and pulls my lips into his mouth, gently pulsing, then his tongue sinks inside me. He rubs his nose against my puckered anus, but then he switches it up again, drags his lips down to my clit, flicking it softly, just before he sinks two fingers deep inside me and makes a
come here
motion, hitting my goddamn sweet spot.

“Dom!” I shout, my hips bucking. God, my eyes are glassy, the pupils dilated. My skin is glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and my lower lip is swollen from my own teeth.

He’s going to fucking kill me.

“That’s right, baby,” he says loudly, before gripping onto my clit with his lips once more, sucking firmly, turning me inside out. I watch in wonder as I tumble over the edge, crying out, pounding my fist against the mirror as I go blind, seeing only stars as I come hard.

I can’t fucking breathe.

Before I know what’s happening, Dom stands and turns me in his arms, boosts me onto the vanity and pushes inside me, smoothly burying himself in my dripping wetness. He covers my mouth with his, leans his own hands against the mirror and begins to drill in and out of me violently, as if he’s a man possessed.

I’m clinging to him, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands gripping his upper arms as his mouth plunders mine. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.

With one hand, I reach between us and press my fingertips on my clit, then sink them lower and press against the base of his cock as he moves in and out of me. He growls and tears his mouth from mine so he can watch my hand, then turns those feral blue eyes on mine.


Che è così fottutamente sexy
,” he groans. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

I can feel my body tightening as another orgasm gathers in the core of me, then explodes through me. I lean in and bite Dom’s shoulder as I buck and shudder against him.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, one hand planted on my ass as he pulls me even more firmly against him, grinding his pubis against my clit, and comes long and hard, emptying himself inside me.

We stay right here for long moments, me clinging onto him so I don’t fall back, Dom gripping my ass almost painfully, while leaning on the mirror with his other hand, chasing our breath. Finally, he tips his forehead against mine and shakes his head.

“Do you see how damn sexy you are?”

“I see—” I begin, but he stops me with one firm look.

“No smart ass responses.”

“Yes. I see it.”

“Thank Christ.”

He kisses my forehead tenderly and backs away, helping me off the vanity.

“I want to spend the day with you,” he says.

“Well, we’ll be out at the vineyard, so—”

“No, away from the vineyard.”

I turn to stare at him. “Dom, I spent the day away from the vineyard yesterday. I have work to do.”

“It’s Sunday,
cara
.” He throws me a cocky grin. “No one else is working today.”

I chew my lip as I think of all of the things I should be doing today, but he cocks a brow at me, and I cave. I want to spend the day with him.

“What do you have in mind?”

He flips the water on in the shower before tugging me against him and plants a kiss on my nose, then my lips. “I want to take you somewhere special.”

 

***

 

I toss crackers and grapes into the basket I’m putting together for our day out and shake my ass in time with Matt Nathanson, singing “Faster.” I add cheese, salami, and strawberries, then shimmy over to my wine rack and choose a bottle of Dom’s red, two glasses, and then bounce around the kitchen, singing along with Matt.

Suddenly, Dominic’s strong hand takes mine, and he gracefully spins me into his arms, dancing us both about the kitchen.

“I love watching you move,” he whispers against my temple as he holds me close.

I chuckle and move my hips suggestively, playfully, just as he pushes me away from him again, then pulls me back in, my back against his front, my ass pressed against his crotch.

I wrap my arm up around his neck and tilt my head back so he can kiss my nose, and then, Patrick Swayze-style, he twirls me one more time, then dips me low as the song comes to an end.

“Very nice, Mr. Salvatore.” His lips twitch, and that dimple winks at me as he pulls me back to my feet and lays a quick, hard kiss on my lips.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks. My eyes wander down his casual white button-up and sexy jeans, then back up to his face to find a half smile on those amazing lips and his eyes shining with…
lust
. “Keep looking at me like that,
cara,
and we won’t get far today.”

I simply bite my lip and keep looking, enjoying the way he looks back at me. Finally, he shakes his head and laughs.

“We’re going. Out. Now.” He gathers the basket, then takes my hand in his spare one and plants a wet kiss on my knuckles. “Come on.”

 

***

 

“I didn’t know this was here,” I comment, as Dominic and I walk side-by-side up a long pier that overlooks the sound. It’s a bit overcast today, keeping us cool, but the scenery is no less stunning. “It’s only a few miles from my condo.”

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