Suddenly her heart raced, her breathing became hard to catch.
“Dom?”
He walked right into her, his chest brushing against hers and pushing her backward. His hand shot out and the door slammed closed behind them. Something or someone had torn his jacket; it hung in shreds around him. Blood covered his face and ran in red pools down his white shirt. His clothes looked extra fancy, aside from all that, as if he’d been out at a party.
“What happened to you?”
Big, strong hands caught her waist then he lifted her up to the level of his mouth as if she weighed nothing to him. His mouth slammed down to hers and his thick tongue curled inside. Felicity moaned at his heady flavor and her body reacted on its own. Arms entwining around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist, she slid her tongue against his. He groaned.
The kiss went on and on growing wetter and hotter by the minute. They ate at each other. He kissed her as if she was a lifeline he needed, as if he wanted to do it forever. The heat of his hands holding her never dipped down to cup her bottom or reached up to caress her breasts. He simply held her and kissed her.
That alone made Felicity’s feelings for him blossom like a flower in the sun. He’d promised her she was his now, she’d agreed, and that meant he was hers. She had Dominic Blackmoore. They could finally be together.
He chose me!
He ended the kiss slowly with less heated kisses until he gave her one last lip bite, and then finally he just pressed his lips to hers and breathed unevenly.
Her eyes opened, met his, and a slow smile curled over her lips.
“I think this is a great way to say hello.”
“I had to see you.” His eyes bared his soul to her and she gulped. He truly wanted her. This wasn’t pretend; this was real.
“Let me clean you up,” she said.
Nodding, he let her go but seemed hesitant to do so. As her toes touched the ground, she reached up one more time to snatch his head in her hands, and brought his mouth down for a kiss. Feeling happy and a little giddy, she couldn’t stop smiling as she pressed kisses along his jaw, cheeks, and nose.
His voice was rough as he said, “I’m trying to be a gentleman and not take you right now, but you’re making that much more difficult than it should be, Felicity.”
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, banged her heart at his words.
“Okay.” She gave him a little, sweet smile then tugged him into the kitchen. “Take a seat. I’ll get you cleaned up then you can tell me all about why you’re covered in blood and smell like a were.”
He pulled out one of her chairs, gave it a scowl, and then sat down in it. Felicity froze as she heard an ominous creak, but it was too late. She could do nothing to stop it.
The wood splintered. With a snapping-crack the chair caved in sending Dominic sprawling across her kitchen floor.
Felicity stared, stunned. Dominic Blackmoore, covered in blood, wearing an expensive but torn suit, was slumped on his ass on her kitchen floor in a pile of broken wood.
His lips parted, his eyes glared at the floor, and his hands were held up in the air as if asking how did I get here?
The first giggle came. Quickly followed by another.
His eyes slowly came up, heated and sexy as hell, his lips pressed into a thin line.
She sucked in a wheezing breath as her sides pinched. But she couldn’t hold it in. She burst out laughing, tears filling her eyes as she leaned against the wall for support.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. That is...the...funniest thing...” she sucked in a sharp breath then rushed out, “I’ve ever seen in my life!”
Dominic slowly stood. His foot caught on some wood and he jerked almost falling again. That sent Felicity into more fits of laughter.
She saw him coming but didn’t care. “Oh god! Oh god! My sides hurt!” She hunched over to try to suck in some much needed air and realized he stood directly in front of her. The fine polish of his shoes caught her eye and slowly she stood up, her giggles slowing.
She caught his stormy expression as her laughter died out. Her body sent a wave of longing through her. Something about his dark looks only made her want him, it seemed. She wanted to make him feel better...in any possible way.
“You dare to laugh at me because of your...your cheap furniture?” he growled in a lethal voice, one meant to intimidate her.
Felicity kept her lips from twitching, then she looked at his lips pulled flat and couldn’t keep from acting. The need, the longing for him was too much. She felt as if she’d been waiting all her life for this man, and maybe she had been. Maybe that’s why no one else had ever kept her attention for long.
Felicity stepped into him. His eyes flickered with something and she couldn’t stop her heavy breathing, or her eyes from dropping to half-mast.
“Dom...”
His eyes answered her need by turning heavy with the look. He cupped her waist. “Felicity,” it sounded like a warning.
To hell with caution. She wanted this man, and he’d chosen her.
Felicity flattened her hands on his chest and slowly opened one of the little buttons of his shirt. His chest rose sharply, hand tightened around her waist.
“Felicity—”
“Shush,” she whispered.
Her eyes caught dark bronzed skin at his throat, the dark mixture of hair on his chest pulled her nipples taut. She wanted to bare her breasts and rub them across his hard chest, feel his hair chafing her tender nipples.
She opened the next button, then the next. Two, three, four.
At five she could see the definition of his pectoral muscles. She could no longer control her heavy breathing. It was ragged. She didn’t even care.
Six, seven...
A tight hard stomach came into view, hard with definition and dusted in a light spattering of black hair that started at his belly button then went further into his pants.
Eight, nine...
She tugged the rest of his shirt out of his pants and opened the last button free. She spread the material open and when it caught on his shoulders with the heavy weight of his suit jacket holding it down she pushed sending both fluttering to the ground.
Her breath caught. His chest rose and fell in jagged motions.
He was golden brown, beautiful and hard. So very male. She melted, pressing a kiss to his chest. The ache inside her turned into an all-out hungry need, one that wouldn’t leave until she learned everything about him.
Her hands went around his back to squeeze the hard muscles at his lower back. She trailed her hands up the straight sides feeling the heat of him. The soft skin, the heat and strength of his muscles.
He fisted the material of her shirt at her lower back as if searching for control.
She kissed her way across his chest, to each of the dark brown circles of his nipples. She nuzzled one with her nose, breathed in his masculine scent before she kissed her way up to his collarbone. His neck arched to give her room.
Hands wandering, cupping and feeling hard, hot flesh, she licked at his throat, pressed open-mouthed kisses there before she headed down...down...down.
Her shirt bunched as he refused to let go of it. The material gathered around her neck as she slowly kissed her way down his chest. With a quick move, she ducked out of the shirt and he tossed it away. Spots of blood covered his chest in ragged lines that were already starting to heal.
The scent of his blood beckoned her like a curling finger. She was lost to it. The longest of the cut was at his waist near his hip. It went around his side and up about a foot long in a jagged line. She reached it and his hands threaded through her hair, held on.