I could kiss Dominic’s neck all night. My tongue trails across the thick line of muscle, finding the vein that quivers when I nip on it . . . and from the sounds he’s making, I think he’d let me kiss his neck all week. As we rock against each other with our limbs entwined, our lovemaking has elevated from awkward and ungraceful to positively divine.
IweekLovemaking. That’s what this feels like.
Lovemaking. His eyes are searing deep into mine, no longer a power play or a challenge to see who will look away first. Now our gaze feels like balance. It’s like he’s finally seeing something in me . . . something that he wants in his life.
Is that even possible? My heart surges with the idea.
Is that even possible?He groans again and kisses me hard on the mouth, and my mind goes blank. Now exp
