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dinner has
already got me lightheaded.”
    “Ah,
well, it is a little hot in here. Why don’t you take off your cardigan? It
might help.”
    She
shot him a look, bit down on her lip, and pulled the cardigan a little closer.
“I’m not hot at all. No, I’m fine. I mean, it’s a little….”
    Dominic
ignored her babbling and moved along the couch. Before she even had a chance to
gasp, he took her hands in his and began to caress them. “You have beautifully
soft hands,” he murmured.
    “I
use Nivea,” she whispered.
    He
smiled at her words. “Soft hands, soft skin and the most delightfully soft lips
I have ever seen.”
    Her
eyes widened, she did gasp then and shook her head. “Dominic, I—”
    He
silenced her with a kiss. Their first proper kiss and Dios was it worth waiting for. Her lips were pliant, giving, and
they sent a rush of blood straight to his erect cock. He groaned and took her
mouth in his, coaxed her lips to match his own rhythm, and after just a
moment’s hesitation, they did.
    His
arms wrapped around her of their own accord and she gave little moan before
wrapping hers around his neck. From there it seemed so easy to lift her onto
his lap and he made to do just that, but the moment his hands lowered to cup
her ass cheeks, she shuddered and pulled free of their kiss.
    “Dominic,
what are you doing?”
    “Making
us more comfortable,” he said and then he peppered little kisses along her jaw
line, all the way up to her ear. It was small and soft and for some reason the
idea of licking along the shell made him even harder. He didn’t question it and
instead did just that, his tongue sweeping from the lobe all the way upwards.
She tasted of flowers and heat and he cock pulsed.
    She
gasped as his tongue did another sweep and pulled herself back, her cheeks
bright pink, her chest heaving. It was then that he noticed why she had refused
to take off her cardigan and satisfaction filled him. Her nipples were as stiff
as bullets. Clear and obvious through her T-shirt, they were practically
begging him to take them in his mouth and Dominic had to hold back another
groan at the thought. He literally could not wait to see her naked. To see her
spread out before him. Her huge breasts ready for his attention. Her pussy
glistening. He hoped to God she was not one of those women that waxed
everything. He wanted to see her blonde curls. To run his fingers through them
before trailing down to her clit.
    Dios , he wanted
everything. “Come,” he demanded, desire making his tone a little harsher than
he wanted it to be. “Sit here. Be comfortable.”
    She
went bright red in less than a second. “I can’t sit on your lap!”
    “Why
not?”
    “Because
it’s…because I…I mean….”
    “I
want you,” he said without any kind of apology. “Look what you do to me.”
    He
took her hand and placed it on his raging erection. She inhaled sharply and
pulled her hand away. “You—”
    “I’ve
had a permanent hard-on since the moment we met. You are so beautiful, so
perfect. I want you in my bed, Rachel. Tonight.”
    If
it was even possible, her blush deepened. “I can’t.”
    “Nonsense.”
    He
kissed her again, slowly, deeply, demanding that she respond in kind, and it
was like a fucking drug. Like being pulled into the abyss and Dominic could do
nothing but let it take him. They kissed for minutes upon minutes, each
groaning their pleasure, each with their arms wrapped around the other. At some
point, though when, he wasn’t sure, Dominic did lift her onto his lap. Straight onto his stiff cock. She gasped against his
lips but he merely deepened the kiss further, his tongue finding hers.
    Then
his hands were trailing along her sides and a mere moment later he found her
breasts. He shuddered when his palms covered them, shocked at how firm they
were, yet soft, and her nipples…so stiff. How he fucking wanted her.
    “Rachel,”
he whispered against her lips. “What you do to me.”
    She
pulled back and