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their eyes met. Hers were flushed with desire, sparkling with
it, and he held them as he pulled her cardigan from her, tossing it over onto
the other couch. She bit down on her lip as he lifted her shirt over her head.
Her perfect breasts were now right in front of him, enclosed in a white, lacey
bra.
    It
was all he could do to stop himself from simply unzipping his trousers, pushing
her to her knees, and fucking her until she screamed. Instead he coaxed her
breasts from the cups of her bra and brushed his thumbs across her nipples.
They were large, perfectly pink, and he could stop himself no longer. He took
one in his mouth and ran his tongue around it, hardening further when he felt
it pucker against the roof of his mouth. Rachel shrieked and jumped but he had
anticipated that. His right arm snaked around her waist, holding her in place,
whilst his left hand continued to rub over her other nipple. He played with
them both, licking and brushing and coaxing and she panted her pleasure, moaned
his name. “Dominic, Dominic, Dominic….”
    He
swapped sides, took the other nipple in his mouth and laved that too. Rachel
cried out, ground her hips against him, and he groaned because his cock was so
fucking close to her pussy, to the wet heat he needed to be inside of. And as
he imagined that heat, imagined how it would feel, he knew he could wait no
more.
    In
one quick move Dominic flipped her onto her back and reached for the zipper on
her jeans. He would shimmy them down to her ankles, unzip himself and fuck her,
he thought. The second time could be slow. The second time could be about the
seduction. Right now he simply needed to come. He fucking had to, he was ready
to burst. And so he reached for her zipper, ready to do just that, but Rachel
reached out and stilled his hand.
    “Stop,”
she whispered.
    He
thought he’d heard her wrong and found her gaze to understand, but the moment
he did, Dominic knew that he hadn’t. They were still flushed with desire but
they’d cleared and there was something else there now. Something like resolve.
“Why?” he demanded. “I want you. You want me.”
    “Yes,”
she said. “I do.”
    “Then
why are we stopping?”
    “Because,
Dominic,” she said and then she paused and when she spoke again her words were
near a whisper. “I’ve never done this before.”
    “You…”
    “Yes,”
she murmured as his mind tried to take in what she was telling him. “I’m a
virgin.”
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Dominic
lifted himself off her slowly, his fists clenched together, and paused for just
a moment, his muscular body seeming to shudder. But whatever it was he was thinking
seemed to resolve itself, and he’d dropped a soft kiss on her forehead before
sitting back and giving her some room.
    “I
apologize,” he began. “I did not realize.”
    Her
stomach fluttered and Rachel exhaled shakily. “How could you?”
    “Still,
we almost….” He gestured between them and then ran a hand through his hair. “I
apologize.”
    “No,”
she said even as she tried to pull her bra up and cover her breasts. They felt
so heavy, so hot. Never before had she known they could be so sensitive. When
Dominic had taken them into his mouth, she’d thought she might jump out of her
skin. Never had anything felt so good, so intoxicating. She marveled at the
fact she’d even been able to call a halt to things, but his hand on her jeans
had been enough. Somewhere in her desire-filled stupor, a little voice had
piped up. It sounded suspiciously like Lyra. What the fuck are you doing?
    Suddenly
she’d realized exactly what she was doing,
what it meant. Dominic was notorious, she reminded herself even as his fingers
brushed across her bare stomach. He took what he wanted but then he disposed of
it just as quickly. Woman after woman, a never-ending lineup, Rachel had seen
them all in her research. Blonde after blonde.
    If
she did this now, if she had sex with him, she might find herself out on her
ass in