(or any relationships at all for that matter) during the last seven years, I still adored lingerie that made me feel feminine and beautiful, and my closet was full of little lacy pieces that deserved precise exploration.
The closer I got to his house, the less I could control my nerves. Once or twice, I missed green lights on cross streets and was rewarded with loud beeping cars and a few very descriptive compliments on my driving skills from the drivers behind me. By the time I stopped at Dominick’s driveway, I thought I wouldn’t be able to get out of my car. My knees were trembling badly.
As if feeling my hesitation, the devil sent me a text message.
“The gates are locked. No turning back now.”
“Thanks for the warning ,” I replied, thinking that he was probably the only person in the world texting his guest instead of getting his ass out of the house and inviting her in.
I took a deep breath, looked one last time at my reflection in a small mirror , and went to the house that I thought I would never visit again.
To my relief, the doors were not locked, so I pushed them open and let myself in.
“Don’t you think it’s a litt le surreal to be back here?” The familiar voice asked.
Slowly, I turned to my left and saw the house’s and the voice’s owner leaning leisurely against a staircase. Somehow, I didn’t notice it last time I was here. He was wearing a simple white shirt, with a few of the upper buttons undone, and a pair of pale-blue jeans that I never would have expected to see on someone like him. They were hanging dangerously low on his hips, and I could swear he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. I didn’t take him for the low-pale-blue-jean-commando type.
“ Mr. Altier , good to see you again,” I said, hoping to sound calm, and formal, professional even; when in reality, every inch of my body was on high-alert.
He smirked, coming closer. “I thought we were finished with Mr. and Miss , ma Belle de nuit .” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand and I almost forgot how to breathe when his other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
“You sure know how to make a man wait,” he said softly.
“I didn’t realize I was late.”
“You aren’t late . But I have been waiting for this moment since the night you left me alone in my bed.” His eyes were shining brightly and for just a split second, I thought he couldn’t be real, like a beautiful picture that you could only look at but not touch.
He bent and placed a small kiss on the corner of my lips, as if he were teasing me, testing me, trying to find out if I was ready for more. And damn it, I definitely was…
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my eyes travelled down the sharp lines of his face and stopped at his full lips, that I couldn’t wait to taste again.
“No half-way stops this time,” I said, before taking the final step into his welcoming embrace and covering his lips with mine.
I didn’t have to wait long for his response. The moment our lips met, his embrace tightened and I felt his teeth biting my lower lip slightly, and then the kiss deepened, his tongue mingled with mine.
The surroundings blurred so fast, I closed my eyes and dived into the ocean of sweet sensations that were dancing under my skin, hoping for this moment to last as long as possible, maybe even forever.
I felt Dominick’s fing ers on the back of my neck, working their way up, tangling in my hair, pulling it lightly while he was sucking my tongue with the same rhythmic precision, and making all the doubts in my mind come crashing down hopelessly fast.
“I love the taste of your lips,” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “I love your scent, and even more than that, I love the small sounds you make when my fingers are inside you, pulling in and out and making you go wild.”
My heart fluttered at the memory. My hands travelled down his shirt and slipped under it, welcoming the warmth of his skin touching
The closer I got to his house, the less I could control my nerves. Once or twice, I missed green lights on cross streets and was rewarded with loud beeping cars and a few very descriptive compliments on my driving skills from the drivers behind me. By the time I stopped at Dominick’s driveway, I thought I wouldn’t be able to get out of my car. My knees were trembling badly.
As if feeling my hesitation, the devil sent me a text message.
“The gates are locked. No turning back now.”
“Thanks for the warning ,” I replied, thinking that he was probably the only person in the world texting his guest instead of getting his ass out of the house and inviting her in.
I took a deep breath, looked one last time at my reflection in a small mirror , and went to the house that I thought I would never visit again.
To my relief, the doors were not locked, so I pushed them open and let myself in.
“Don’t you think it’s a litt le surreal to be back here?” The familiar voice asked.
Slowly, I turned to my left and saw the house’s and the voice’s owner leaning leisurely against a staircase. Somehow, I didn’t notice it last time I was here. He was wearing a simple white shirt, with a few of the upper buttons undone, and a pair of pale-blue jeans that I never would have expected to see on someone like him. They were hanging dangerously low on his hips, and I could swear he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. I didn’t take him for the low-pale-blue-jean-commando type.
“ Mr. Altier , good to see you again,” I said, hoping to sound calm, and formal, professional even; when in reality, every inch of my body was on high-alert.
He smirked, coming closer. “I thought we were finished with Mr. and Miss , ma Belle de nuit .” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand and I almost forgot how to breathe when his other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
“You sure know how to make a man wait,” he said softly.
“I didn’t realize I was late.”
“You aren’t late . But I have been waiting for this moment since the night you left me alone in my bed.” His eyes were shining brightly and for just a split second, I thought he couldn’t be real, like a beautiful picture that you could only look at but not touch.
He bent and placed a small kiss on the corner of my lips, as if he were teasing me, testing me, trying to find out if I was ready for more. And damn it, I definitely was…
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my eyes travelled down the sharp lines of his face and stopped at his full lips, that I couldn’t wait to taste again.
“No half-way stops this time,” I said, before taking the final step into his welcoming embrace and covering his lips with mine.
I didn’t have to wait long for his response. The moment our lips met, his embrace tightened and I felt his teeth biting my lower lip slightly, and then the kiss deepened, his tongue mingled with mine.
The surroundings blurred so fast, I closed my eyes and dived into the ocean of sweet sensations that were dancing under my skin, hoping for this moment to last as long as possible, maybe even forever.
I felt Dominick’s fing ers on the back of my neck, working their way up, tangling in my hair, pulling it lightly while he was sucking my tongue with the same rhythmic precision, and making all the doubts in my mind come crashing down hopelessly fast.
“I love the taste of your lips,” he whispered, breaking the kiss. “I love your scent, and even more than that, I love the small sounds you make when my fingers are inside you, pulling in and out and making you go wild.”
My heart fluttered at the memory. My hands travelled down his shirt and slipped under it, welcoming the warmth of his skin touching
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