I scoot backwards toward the door and scowl.
“And what’s up with his secret Italian home remedies?” I ask the room at large, just able to hear myself over the sound of Lady Gaga singing to Alejandro. “I wonder what the Italian home remedy is for sexual frustration?”
A deep, male voice chuckles behind me, making me still, and then hang my head in resignation.
“Shit.”
I glance back over my shoulder and sure enough, there he is, leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom door, arms crossed over his naked chest and a mischievous grin on his delicious lips.
“Don’t you know how to knock?”
“You didn’t hear me over the music.”
I stand and shut the music off, immediately sending the room into a shocking silence.
“What can I do for you?” Can you please cover your ridiculously muscled chest? Jesus, is that chest even legal?
“You didn’t come down for dinner.”
“I had work.” I cross my arms over my chest, hoping to cover the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and tear my gaze from his torso. “And it was late by the time I was done.”
“You know, I have people who do this.” He gestures to the cleaning supplies on the floor.
“I clean when I’m stressed.”
His face sobers. “What’s stressing you out, cara? I’ll take care of it.”
I bark out a humorless laugh. “Right.”
“Talk to me.”
I bite my lip and then shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“That’s number two.” His normally calm and easygoing voice is now hard, just like his eyes.
“Okay, you want to know what’s wrong with me?” I push away from the sink and pace across the bathroom. “I had too many construction issues to deal with today, which put us behind by hours that had to be made up today in order to stay on deadline.”
I pace back toward Dom and immediately regret it when I see his eyes narrow and his biceps bulge when he crosses his arms again.
“I lost the wedding with Tonya. Yes, she’s a first class pain in the ass, but the commission was good.”
I pace away again.
“I hurt Blake’s feelings, and I never hurt his feelings. I sometimes forget that he has feelings. And I was insensitive and bitchy with him, and he didn’t deserve it.”
I turn back to Dom, all riled up and unable to stop the purging of words out of my mouth.
“And here you are, all sexy and funny and kind, and you make my body crazy! I’m so sexually frustrated I can’t fucking see straight.”
My chest is heaving with labored breaths as I stare at him, mortified that I said what I just did, and still pissed off.
Suddenly, he walks to me with measured, carefully controlled steps and lays his hand on my hip, urging me toward him.
“Do you think you’re the only one, cara?” His eyes drop to my lips and then return to mine. “I’ve wanted you since the minute I saw you.”
He’s backed me up, like he did earlier in the sunroom, and suddenly my hips are pressed into the vanity.
“Why?” I whisper.
“I recognized you, and I’d never seen you before. My body yearns for you. I can’t get enough of your laughter. And if I don’t get my hands in your fucking hair right now, I’ll go out of my fucking mind.”
With my eyes pinned to his, I reach up and pull the knot out of my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. Dominic takes a long, deep breath as he pushes his hands gently into it at the base of my neck and tilts my head back.
“If you’re going to say no, say it now, Alecia.”
Chapter Seven
Dominic
Her eyes dilate as her chest heaves with her labored breathing, and I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in all of my life. Her body is on fire, pressed against mine. My hands are fisted in her long, soft hair, tugging her head back so I can look into her chocolate brown eyes.
She swallows hard and licks her lips, and my sanity is holding on by a fucking thread.
I tilt my head down, but don’t kiss her. Not yet. My lips are hovering over hers, my nose brushes lightly over the tip of hers, and her eyes flutter.
“Yes or no, cara?”
“Dominic—”
“Answer me.”
“Yes!” She surges up and takes my lips with hers in a frustrated kiss, plants one hand on the nape of my neck, keeping my lips over hers, and her other small hand goes on a long journey all over my bare torso, down my chest, across my stomach and around my side to my back, then around again, as though she just can’t wait to touch me everywhere, all at once.
And fuck if I don’t feel exactly the same way.
I boost her up onto the vanity, then brush her hair back over her shoulders and allow my hands to travel down her arms and up under the thin material of her white tank top.
She’s not wearing a fucking bra.
I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, and then my thumbs brush over her hard nipples and her hips surge against my pelvis, and that’s it.
Game over.
She manages to reach into the waistband of my gym shorts and tug them down around the middle of my ass, just far enough to unleash my cock, and my eyes cross as she pumps my dick in two long, fluid motions.
“Jesus, Alecia.” My voice is rough.
“Your skin is dark everywhere,” she murmurs, her eyes watching the hand that’s wrapped around my shaft. I’m not going to last if she keeps this up.
I take her hands in mine, kiss them both, then pin them behind her back, thrusting her breasts high, perfect for my lips.
“Wanna touch you,” she gasps, then lets her head fall back on a long moan as I pull one perfect nipple into my mouth and suck, then release it with a loud pop before turning my attention to the other one.
“Love your tits, cara,” I whisper. I glance up to find her eyes closed and her bottom lip clenched between her teeth. Her tank is pushed up above her breasts, under her armpits, and her hips are moving in a rhythmic circle.
I cup her sex, over her yoga shorts and grin when she gasps and gazes up at me with wide eyes.
“You like that?”