It was a beautiful experience with a beautiful man, and she wished she could just freeze time for a while. She tried to soak it all in, the tastes, the smells, his smiles ... so she could remember them after she woke up from this incredible dream.
After dinner they shared a sinful piece of cheesecake, giggling as their forks tangled, both full of wine and steak and an undeniable erotic tension. She shivered in anticipation whenever she thought of him sliding into her, and she could swear he was reading every thought she had.
“You wanna ditch this place?” he asked, a grin playing at his lips.
“Depends”—she leaned in—“what do you have in mind, Adams?”
“Oh, Lu, I can’t tell you that.” He leaned in as well; his eyes and voice were heavy with desire. “I’m just going to have to show you.”
She swallowed and her voice came out in a squeak. “Then by all means, let’s ditch this place.”
His heated grin made it hard to breathe. “That’s my girl.”
“My place?” she asked breathlessly and then bit her lower lip. It occurred to her that he could say no and she wasn’t prepared for that kind of rejection. She also wasn’t sure she was ready to go to his place. At least at hers, she knew her surroundings and ...
He cut her off with, “My darling Lu, I will take you anywhere you want to go.”
A delicious shiver threaded up her spine and she took the hand that he offered her as he stood. “Shall we?” he asked.
“We shall,” she answered and they hurried out of the restaurant. It was torture standing so close to him in the crowded elevator but he eased it a little by sliding his large hand surreptitiously down the small of her back, drawing a whimper she had to cover with a cough.
The valet seemed to take forever and by the time they were finally in his car, she was out of breath and dizzy with desire. She didn’t know what to say as he sped off like a teenager. It was as if their intense need overpowered their ability to speak like normal humans.
To quell the awkwardness, he took her hand and pressed his lips to it. She smiled at him and thought that after all the times she had seen him, he never looked more handsome than he did right now, while he was trying to make her feel comfortable, as if she mattered.
Before they got to her house, he looked at her with a surprisingly vulnerable expression. It was not one this man wore very often. “Lula,” he said seriously, “I just want you to know that if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Say the word and I’ll drop you off without—”
“Dominic,” she cut him off. She was touched that he was concerned, really she was, but there was no way she was going another night without this happening. All of it. “I want to do this. I want you to come in.”
He watched her carefully as if he were trying to detect a lie.
“I mean, a lot,” she added so there would be no confusion.
He laughed and let out a breath. “Me too, Lu, you have no idea.”
“I think I have a very good idea,” she assured him. “Now, if you could just stop driving like Nan and get us there, I would appreciate it.”
His eyebrows rose. “Oh is that how it is?”
“That’s how it is,” she answered.
“Well, speaking of your grandmother, I don’t think she’d like me driving so fast with her precious granddaughter. I should probably slow down.” He pressed the brake.
She growled. Actually growled. “Drive.”
“Ah, there’s my bobcat.” He grinned and sped off.
Chapter 18
Lula
Dom pulled the car up to her house a few minutes later and Lula laughed as he sprinted around the car to open her door.
“Out you go,” he said, pulling her to her feet.
She fell into him and her heart stopped as his green eyes searched her face.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he told her and then kissed her as she had never been kissed before. It was needy, fierce, delicate, all contradictions at the same time. She was breathless and weak with want when he pulled away from her.
Unable to form words, she just held up her keys and he guided her toward the door with a tight expression that told her he was just as desperate for her as she was for him. It was entirely thrilling.
“I have a cat,” she said awkwardly as she pushed the door open. “I hope you’re not allergic.”
He laughed and followed her inside. “I’m not, but for the record”—he closed the door and turned her deadbolt—“I would endure the allergies of one thousand cats for a chance to spend the night with you.”
“Oh, you want to sleep over?” she asked coyly as he backed her up against the hallway wall.
He slid a hand up her neck, making her drop her keys. “I didn’t mention sleep,” he said gruffly. “But you’ll probably need a good nap tomorrow.”
“Promise?” she squeaked.
“I solemnly swear,” he breathed, “to wear”—he kissed her ear—“you”—he slid his mouth to her neck—“out.”
With that he pulled her to him roughly and kissed her until she was weak. It was hot, electric, and she melted into him. He picked her up and she twined her legs hungrily around his waist. When she felt his hardness against her sex, she sighed. It was desperate and delicious.
He must have felt it too, with a growl, he backed her up against the wall and pressed his cock against her while he kissed her senseless. His hardness was intoxicating, dizzying, and his mouth ... sweet Jesus, his mouth was incredible. He was a master at kissing—demanding, sweet, dangerous.
After a moment, he pulled away from her and growled. “Room now please.”
She nodded and let her legs slip from around his waist. Her knees wobbled so much when she tried to stand she let out a little laugh.
“I got you,” he said and swept her over his shoulder. “Point the way.”
Laughing, she directed him down the very small hallway and into her room.
She screamed with delight when he threw her down on the bed. She bounced wildly, her hair falling everywhere. She felt wild. Free.
He was over her in a flash, exploring her mouth, her neck with his tongue. It was blissful, exhilarating, and she cried out when he gripped her breasts with his strong fingers.
He stood up for a moment to pull his tie loose. He caught her watching and grinned at her like he was about to feast. “Lu,” he said, his voice coming out low and sexy. It made her dampen yet again. “I love that dress.”
She watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it free from his pants. Jesus Christ, the man was perfect. He was lean, toned, perfectly sculpted. She started to reach for him but he stopped her.
“Stay there, Lu.”
She pouted but stayed put.
“Good girl,” he said with a grin and tossed his shirt to the floor. “Now just relax.”
As if she could even entertain the idea of relaxing.
Before she knew what was happening, he had hooked his strong hands on her hips and pulled her forward on the bed so that her legs were dangling free.
He settled on his knees, guided her legs over his shoulders, and gave her a grin that alone was enough to make her climax.
She gasped as he pushed her dress slowly up and over her hips. “You are so beautiful, Lula.” His voice was reverent as he spread her legs a little farther apart and placed hands on the inside of her thighs. “So, so delicious.”
He took her ability to respond by placing his mouth on the inside of her thigh. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue swirled in tiny delicate circles, moving closer and closer to her sex. It was slow, achingly slow, but so fucking good.
He did the same on her opposite thigh making her squirm and shiver before he grinned and took her panties in his teeth. Following through on his earlier promise, he drew them slowly down. His breath fanned across her body.
Gasping, she lifted off the bed to assist him and once he had worked them free of her body, he smiled at her, panties dangling fr
om his teeth.
She would have laughed if he had given her the chance, but he pressed his strong fingers into her thighs right below her sex before she knew what was happening. And when he brushed his thumb expertly against her clit, she moaned.
“Oh, Lu,” he whispered, his voice heavy with need, “you are so wet for me.” He increased the pressure and moved his thumbs in tight little circles.
Fuck, it felt so good. She writhed beneath him, colors bursting behind her eyelids. While his thumb worked, he brought his other hand up and slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped with blinding pleasure as he bent them upward and worked them in and out, building her pleasure until she was about to burst.
She was almost at the threshold, ready to shoot into the climax when he brought his mouth to her, wild and hungry.
She screamed in pleasure as he feasted on her, bringing her over the edge in a mind-bending orgasm, the likes of which she had only read about. She shuddered and came so hard she didn’t think she’d ever move again. This man. This man made her feel as if she was the most desirable woman in the world.
She wanted to tell him how amazing he was, but she was desperately trying to catch her breath.
He smiled at her and licked his lips with a devilish smirk. “You taste so fucking good, Lu. I could feast on you all night.”
“By all means,” she said weakly, making him laugh.
Dominic
Dom stared down at her in disbelief. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as this. Lula’s eyes were glazed with pleasure, her lips pink, her dark hair everywhere. He had told her he could feast on her forever and it was true. She was delicious, like honey and wine, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever have enough of her.
All he knew was that he wanted to make her come, again and again, to see that half-amazed, completely sated look in her eye and know that he was responsible for putting it there. For making her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world because, fuck it, she might be.
As much as he loved that red dress, he needed to see all of her; he needed access to those breasts, that ass. He helped her to her feet and pulled the dress up over her head.
A groan escaped him when she was free of it, standing before him in just a black lace bra and her heels. Christ. “Jesus, Lula,” was all he could say.
She smiled bashfully at him and he shook his head when he realized she had no idea how gorgeous she was. It was now his very own personal goal to show her, no matter how long it took.
As if she instinctively knew what he wanted, she reached around and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall plump and full and so fucking perfect.
Growling, he guided her back down on to the bed and kissed her hard, palming her beautiful tits in his hands. They were warm and soft, her nipples hard against his touch. He pulled each one into his mouth making her shiver and squirm impatiently beneath him.
“Dom,” she breathed.
His head spun, hearing her say his name in ecstasy made something in him shift. He needed more of it. He scraped his teeth lightly against one of her pink nipples and she screamed out again. It was like a drug.
“Dom,” she pleaded, trying to push him back but failing. “Dom, please, now.”
He leaned back and gave her a heated look. “What do you need, beautiful?”
She bit her lip and grabbed his hardness through his pants. “I need your cock now, Adams.”
Growling, he gave her another urgent kiss and pushed off from the bed. He tore his shoes and socks and pants off, all of them flying in different directions while she watched, flushed, excited, and slightly amused. When she saw his cock fall full and hard, her eyes rounded and she licked her lips. He nearly lost it while rolling on a condom.
He was back to her in a flash, mouth everywhere—her thighs, breasts, neck, mouth, anywhere he could taste her. He kissed her until she was writhing in agony. And then just when she couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed inside of her. She screamed in pleasure, he growled. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He had never felt a woman this perfect, this tight before. It was ecstasy, pure heaven.
“Dom,” she breathed frantically, pulling him deeper inside with her legs. “Please, more.”
Obeying, he pulled out nearly all the way and then slammed into her again. She shuddered and he wasn’t sure how long he could stand this exquisite torture. “Lu,” he told her, buried to the hilt, “I wanted to take this slow but ...”
“Later,” she said, breathless, her eyes wide and desperate. “Please. Just ... just fuck me.”
Oh thank God.
With a groan, he pushed into her fiercely again and again, working her into a frenzy of pleasure. And just when she was almost there, he put his thumb to her clit. She stiffened, screamed, and came all over his cock. It was the most amazing thing he had ever witnessed and he came hard inside of her crying her name.
Panting and covered in sweat, he eased off of her, discarded his condom, and scooped her into his arms. Normally he would get up immediately and take care of business, put some space between them. Not this time, and not with her.
This time he held her as their breathing returned to normal, as their bodies cooled. And this time, he didn’t mind when she curled onto his chest and ran her fingers over his stomach.
“That was amazing,” she whispered after a while. “I’ve never ...”
She trailed off. She didn’t have to finish her thought; he knew what she meant. He was honored, beyond amazed to be the first man to fuck her the way she deserved.
He kissed the top of her head and smiled as she snuggled in even closer. “You are amazing,” he told her, breathing her in.
She was. In all his conquests, in all his one-night stands, he had never felt quite as he did at this moment. It was as if he was home. And that was as amazing as it was terrifying.
After making love until they couldn’t move anymore, Lula was draped across him, her hair spread out over his chest. He pulled his fingers through it and enjoyed the way their breathing slowly synced.
“What do you want out of life?” she asked after a while, looking up at him with sated eyes. “What does Dominic Adams want out of this big world?”
He smiled at her and touched her cheek. It was a good question, albeit a hard one. At the moment the only thing he could think about was her. “I can think of a couple things, I guess. My writing for one, not necessarily for personal fame but for history. To add to the story, to help tell the narrative of society in a thoughtful and accurate way that would make my father proud.” He pulled his fingers through her silky hair again and she smiled at him.
“What are the others?”
“To instill a love of history into as many unsuspecting students as I can.”
She laughed and he trailed his hand all the way down her back and over her perfectly formed rear-end. Good God, it was like sharing a bed with a goddess. Her skin was like the softest pale velvet.
“And of course,” he added, “to make sure my family is taken care of ... happy.” He thought about how he had treated his mother lately and frowned. “Though I’m not sure I’ve done a very good job of that last one.”
She reached up and ran her fingers across the stubble on his chin; he pressed his lips to them. “Why do you say that?”
He made a face. “I haven’t been very understanding with my mother lately. She’s started dating again and wants me to meet her ...” He couldn’t quite say it. “Friend.”
She waited intently for him to add to his comment. The absolute openness of her expression made him pull her even closer as if that could somehow make her more his.
“I wish I knew why it bothers me. My father died in a boating accident when I was thirteen. She’s been an absolute rock for my brothers and I. And all that time, she did it alone.” His voice trailed off. “It’s been almost twenty years. She deserves to have love, to have someone to come home to but ...” He let out a sigh. It all sounded so stupid. “I just can’t shake the memory of how much my father loved her
.”
Lula listened as he talked, drawing absent-minded circles on his chest with her delicate fingers. She watched him closely.
“He adored my mom, brought her flowers and a card on thetwenty-eighth of every month just because that was the day they got married.”
She smiled.
“He did everything for her, all his books are dedicated to her, and us boys too after a while. She was the center of his world, and I just feel like ...” He didn’t know. He couldn’t put his feelings into words.
“So he wanted to make her happy?” she asked, her amber eyes searching his.
“Every minute of every day,” he told her.
“Would you say that he probably wanted that for her even after he was gone?”
He considered that. It made sense, though he hated to admit it. His father would have wanted his mother to be happy, even if it meant finding it without him.
Dom didn’t answer right away, just kissed the top of her head and nuzzled into her hair. She smelled like cinnamon and sex. His new favorite combination. He wanted to bathe in it. “You could be right,” he finally said.
He could feel her smile against him. “I usually am.”
He chuckled. “What about you, beautiful, what drives you?”
“Teaching,” she answered quickly. “Same as you, I want to make students life-long readers, make them understand the world is as big as they want to make it. Make them want to search for new worlds. Better worlds ...” She trailed off at the end. “It’s silly I guess.”
“Not at all,” he told her, in fact, he loved this part of her. He knew what that desire, that passion felt like, and it only made her impossibly sexier. “I think passionate teaching is the most difficult and valuable thing a person can do.”
She pressed a kiss into his chest and it made him smile.
“But there’s also my father.”
He waited while she seemed to work up the words she needed. He ran his fingers over the curve of her hip.
“Mom and Nan never told me anything about him. No matter how much I begged, they would just pretend he never existed.” She took a steadying breath. “My whole life I’ve wondered what it would be like to know him, to know if he has a family, if I have siblings. Because if not, I’m all alone once Nan is gone.”
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