Chapter 58

The last time Dom had felt this primitive form of desire was six years ago, with her. It was always her, only her. In the last few years, he had had several sexual relationships, but his desire had never been as raw and pure as this. He wanted her so much that the need made him weak in the knees.

His lips were back on hers, her small arms around his waist, their bodies pressing against each other. He couldn’t think; he could only act. He felt the tentative, almost cautious slide of her tongue over his lower lip, and his lungs almost gave out. He was most definitely mad now. He lifted her off the floor and onto his body.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he stopped kissing her long enough to say. She acted without hesitation.

He moved to the bed and sat down, placing her on his lap so she straddled him. She was impatient, tugging off her robe and flinging it to the floor before pulling at his shirt. He chuckled, and in one fluid motion, pulled the shirt over his head bef