“Make sure she gets home all right? Yeah, I’ll take care of it.”
Fingers pumped, filled, curled. It’d been so long since someone touched her like that. She couldn’t keep it from coming. She’d sooner be able to keep the sun from rising than stem the explosion about to happen. A slow eruption took place in her body. Dom slammed the phone back in the cradle just as it took place. His fingers moved harder, faster. His eyes raked over her face with the hungriest look she’d ever seen and then he kissed her. His tongue filled her mouth as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain ripped through her, stealing her breath and making her dizzy. She came apart in his arms a shuddering, trembling mess. His lips caught her cries, swallowed them.
Two orgasms. He’d given her two orgasms with just his hand.
Slowly, he broke the kiss but his lips kept returning to hers as if he didn’t want it to stop kissing her. Or maybe it was her fault because each time he lifted his head, she found his lips again, tasting and kissing him with her hand buried in his soft hair.
“Dom, this is dangerous.”
“Tell me what I have to do to get inside you and I’ll do it. Name it. Anything.”
Her heart constricted. “I—you’re getting bonded to Julianna Greenwich.”
His jaw clenched, eyes turned flat. “And?”
Just like that she felt cold. Awkwardly she pulled her hands out of his hair. “And I don’t mess around with non-single men.”
“I can’t give you that. I need her.”
She winced. Why did those words feel like a blow straight to the heart?
“Yes, well, I’m not going to be a home wrecker. You can’t touch me anymore. We need to keep our distance.”
He turned his head away. Anger bounced off him in waves. Their arousal still saturated the air around them with that mouth-watering scent.
“She means nothing to me. I only met her for the first time the night I met you.”
“Yes, but she’s still going to be the one you’re bonded to a month from now.” Not me.
His dark eyes came back to hers. “I can’t change this. I’m running for the presidency. I need her to get my nomination. We can’t lose the seat to the weres. The alpha, Zeke Hunt, is gunning for it. I need all the political power I can get. Julianna’s father packs a lot of votes under his belt, ones I need.”
“I’m sorry.” Why did her heart feel like it was breaking? “I can’t see you anymore.”
She pushed against his shoulders and he moved back so she could head for the door. As she turned the door handle, he spoke.
“I’ll take you home.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
She could already hear his steps coming up behind her. “That was Vas on the phone. He found them. Beth’s fine. He’s taking her home.”
Felicity spun around. “What happened? Where was she?”
He opened the door, tagged her hand once again then dragged her back to the car. This time she didn’t fight him. All the fight had left her back in his office.
To the driver he said, “412 Spruce Avenue.”
Felicity lifted a brow at him. “How do you know my address?”
He gazed outside.
“I asked you a question. And tell me what happened to Beth.”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“What do you mean you’re not sure? Where was she found and what did your brother do to her?”
Finally he looked at her. Only when she breathed a sigh of relief did she realize she had been waiting for him to look at her again. She didn’t like it when he wasn’t. God, she was so screwed.
“Vas found them at Luc’s place. Said Luc was getting heavy with her. Vas grabbed Beth and took her home.”
Felicity dug her phone out of her book to check for messages. Beth hadn’t even called her back. What the hell?
“What does ‘getting heavy’ mean exactly?” She stiffened thinking of pounding fists and blood. It wasn’t a pleasant picture.
His eyes darkened into the look as he raked his eyes over her breasts then lingered between her legs. She pressed her thighs together to keep from squirming.
“What do you think it means, Felicity? We just shared a taste of it in my office.”
She swallowed hard and turned away.
The night had started strange, but before she knew it, Dominic Blackmoore had his hand in her pants, and she’d come twice. Lucas Blackmoore had supposedly gotten heavy with Beth. Really nothing could have surprised her.
Oh, how wrong she was.
Chapter 8
He could still smell her luscious scent on his hand. Fuck, he wanted to suck his fingers clean.
Screw it. He did it.
Even as Felicity’s eyes flared at him from the seat next to him, he watched arousal grow in her eyes. She was such a perfect woman for him. She liked what he just did, and judging by the flash of hunger in her eyes it turned her on too.
One hell of a woman.
A woman he wanted in his bed. Not just for one night but every night so that he could learn every inch of her body. Learn what she liked and how she liked it. Until he knew everything about her.
Everyone had their limits. It looked like he’d have to find Felicity’s. He understood her trepidation, really. But Julianna was nothing to him. A political pawn. That’s all. He and Felicity had something unique. Something he couldn’t remember ever feeling. He’d been crazy for Helena, but that happened ages ago. He’d grown since then, hardened. What he and Felicity had between them was different from what he felt about Helena. What they shared made him feel urgency and raw hunger.
It wouldn’t be easy but he’d find a way to convince Felicity. He would have to tread carefully. If he started flinging around the word mistress, she might never forgive him. He grinned. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. Hell, maybe in forever. Felicity was a treat he planned to slowly unwrap and savor.
“So your brother stole my best friend, took her back to his place and was making out with her?”
Dom shrugged. “I don’t know how or what happened exactly.”
“You said they were ‘getting heavy’. Your words not mine.” She glared at him as her patience waned.
He glanced at her before resuming his perusal of this part of the city. He didn’t come south very often—at all. He found himself curious, very much so, to see where she lived. He also planned to find a way into her house tonight. Strange but he wanted to see where and how she lived. Had she decorated her house with her own personal flare? He could see her living in such style. He’d seen her portfolio with her work; she was quite good.
“I was merely relaying what Vas told me,” he said.
His lips twitched with a grimace as they pulled into a poor looking neighborhood. Buildings had boarded up windows sprayed with neon graffiti; cars were low-end and looked like they didn’t run. One even had a missing tire. In the distance sirens blared. A tall man standing at the corner of the block under a broken street light glanced their way, pocketed something in his hoodie, and then ducked his head and kept walking.
Dom ground his jaw. “You live around here?”
It took her moment to answer. “Yes.”
She answered so quietly, almost shyly, that he looked over at her. She had her arms crossed and anger written across her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said.
His own anger surged. She would not ignore him. Something was wrong and he’d be damned if she’d disobeyed him.
He opened his mouth to speak, then slammed it shut. He heard it first, caught the roar of a car engine. Dom’s eyes swung left as they came up at an intersection.
The car was already barreling straight for them. This car wasn’t a dump. This one had an engine and nothing he could do or say could stop the impending crash. Dom had little time to react.