Felicity did something she hadn’t thought she’d have to do. She phoned Dominic.
He answered on the second ring. “Felicity.” He sounded a little surprised and very pleased. God, she liked that.
“There’s a problem. I think Lucas just ran off with my friend.”
She could hear him tense. “I’ll be right there.”
“What? No—”
Click.
Felicity ground her jaw. He’d hung up on her twice. Not cool. As she waited outside of the theater where irate fans bitched and moaned as they filed out of the theater, she dialed Beth’s cell every other minute. Beth didn’t answer so she left voicemails instead, each one getting angrier and angrier.
She didn’t wait long. Not even twenty minutes passed before a sleek black BMW pulled up. Traffic from the concert kept the curb gridlocked. The BMW stopped in the middle of the street without a care. The second they stopped the back door flung open and Dominic Blackmoore knifed his tall body out of the car. His brows were drawn low, his lips flat, and eyes spitting mad.
He looked hot as hell.
Well he did until he latched on to her arm and pulled her caveman-style to the car. Felicity dug her feet in but in her leather boots with the tall heel that didn’t work too well.
“Hey, excuse me! Let me go!” She put her strength into it and pulled but he didn’t budge. He shoved her into the car and she quickly scooted over before he sat on her.
Breathing hard she glared at him and hissed, “What is the matter with you?”
“Drive,” he ordered.
A man in the front seat nodded then pulled away. They moved slowly with the traffic and Felicity saw red. No one had ever grabbed her like that, pulled her around like some...some child. She also wasn’t one to keep her mouth shut.
She cut her eyes to him. “If you ever touch me like that again—” She didn’t get to finish.
One second she’d been about to rail into him and the next he had his arm around her waist, her body pulled into his lap, and his lips almost touching hers. Her breath caught, hands curled into his suit jacket right at his shoulders. They were touching. Chest to chest, lips so close she’d barely have to move to feel his lips again. Her body tingled; warmth blossomed inside her.
His eyes grew heavy with the look. Like he wanted her right here, right now. Only her, forever.
She could have swooned. His arm tightened around her waist, bringing her closer to him. She smelled the leather of the seats and him. All him. Suddenly, she remembered the taste of his blood. That one little drop she tasted that almost made her come.
“Let me go,” she said weakly. She did not want him to let her go. She wanted him to press them even closer and put his mouth on hers. Hell she was already panting. He spread her thighs across one of his muscled ones. It took all her willpower not to push against his thigh and get some kind of relief.
His brows relaxed, the corner of a lip turned up, and the look still blazed in his eyes as he wrapped a finger around one of her curls. “I like this on you.”
“Like what?”
Do try not to sound so breathless, she scolded herself.
His eyes traced over her hair then down her shirt and jeans. “You, like this. You don’t need some little dress to make me want you. I just do.”
Her heart melted, but with it came the bitter reminder—Julianna. “Dominic—”
“I want you to call me Dom,” he said, his voice dark and low.
She looked up at the ceiling of the car. Dom, she liked that. A lot. “Dom, we can’t do this...”
His hand flatted on her lower back, fingers spreading wide and shooting sparks of heat throughout her body. She wanted that hand lower, on her body, skin to skin, between her legs, making her sweat and pant until she screamed.
He cupped her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing at her bottom lip. Something in his eyes darkened, and then he pushed his thumb past her lips until it met her tongue. She couldn’t keep herself in check. He presented her with too much temptation. She swiped her tongue against him, closing her lips around him in a wet vise.
A look of supreme satisfaction beamed in his eyes. Then he hooked his hand in her hair and tried to pull her mouth down to his. She struggled, pushing back against the hand. She tried to think of Julianna and that fact that in a matter of four weeks he’d be bonded to another.
His eyes flickered with amusement before he exerted just a tad more pressure and then their lips met.
Melting...she was melting. Her thoughts faded, her body took over.
His lips were firm and clever. He nipped at her, spread her lips wide with his tongue, then stroked inside her mouth. She quivered until her toes curled in her boots.
“Dom,” she breathed.
He groaned. The hand in her hair tightened and he crushed her mouth against his. He devoured her, sucking her tongue and taking her body to a place that ran on sensations only he produced. Nothing had ever felt like this, had ever been like this until Dom. He made her feel like this—reckless, wild, beyond sense. She wanted to lose herself in him, to explore every inch of him.
He rocked the thigh between her legs rubbing her needy core in a teasing caress. Felicity broke away on a moan and threw herself back onto her side of the car.
Dom breathed in long pulls, his eyes glittering with lust, their aroused scents permeating the air. “Come back here,” he growled.
She shook her head.
His eyes narrowed.
Then the car pulled to a stop and the driver announced, “We’ve arrived.”
Dom glared at her as if she’d orchestrated the driver’s timeliness. Then he knifed out of the car. A second later her door flung open and he grabbed her hand, once again pulling her along like an irate child.
She pulled on her hand and when he showed no signs of slowing down, she dug her nails into his hand. He glanced at her sharply, then flicked an annoyed gaze at their hands before shaking his head.
“Seriously, we need to talk. Something strange happened—”
“Quiet,” he said, another order.
He pulled her into an elevator inside his big office building. In sharp tall letters the floor said Blackmoore Enterprises. He’d brought her to his big office. Not the one in his home. Her stomach didn’t like this and it rolled with trepidation.
As soon as the elevator doors dinged closed, she got in his face.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she hissed. Okay, she wasn’t quite in his face seeing as she was too short but she neared his chin in these boots.
His eyes brightened actually freaking brightened with the amber glow of vampire. It made her stomach flip-flop and she hated that too.
“I’m a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.”
“What does that have to do with this? Your brother did something to my friend and I called you for a little help.”
If he were a cockier man he might have shrugged and grinned at her, but not Dom. No, instead he gave her the look while both arms wrapped around her body, pulling her into him. God she wished it didn’t feel good.
“About that, we need to talk in private about the situation with Luc so I brought you here. I also wanted to kiss you in the car, so I did that. Basically, I get what I want.” His eyes flipped away then came back to hers. “Usually.”
“Now what does that mean?”
She wanted to smack herself in the forehead. She should not be getting to know Dom Blackmoore. She should not be taking an interest in him, and she should really not like the way he made her feel all warm, safe, and beautiful when he held her.
He smiled down at her. A smile filled with mysteries. The elevator doors binged open. “Come.”