of his head with my free hand and drew our lips together in a kiss.
I’d expected it to be a slow kiss, but that thought flew out of my head as Dominic moaned suddenly and leaned into me, pressing me back until my shoulders dug into the wall above the headboard. He was eager, responsive, delicious—it was clear that he wanted me, and that was the best thing in the world to know when I wanted him back so much.
“I wasn’t—sure—” he said between kisses. “With all the interruptions. I wasn’t sure you wanted this, still wanted this—”
“I do,” I promised. “I do want it.” He ground his hips against mine, and—yeah, nice, okay, I needed to get my hand around him. I let go of his hand and slid my fingers beneath the edge of his sweats and gave a suggestive tug. “You want to lie down?” I kissed a trail from his mouth to his sharp, gorgeous cheekbone. “Or do you want to stay sitting? Just lean back and let me do all the work for a while?” I unzipped the top of his hoodie and traced down the curve of his neck, tasting the faintest bit of salt on his skin. “You can have whatever you want. Me underneath you, me on top of you—”
“Fuck.” He pulled my hand out of his sweats with a gasp. “Fuck, stop, or I’m going to come before we do anything.”
Before we did anything? What did he think this part was? I wondered how used Dominic was to foreplay. I hadn’t had a lot of lovers, but more than a few I’d had were sensualists, guys who enjoyed a long, drawn-out tease that eventually led to a mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe Dominic didn’t care for that, or maybe he hadn’t had time for it in the army.
It was time to find out.
“I think,” I said, pausing to kiss his mouth again, because I couldn’t handle seeing it there, red and slick, without tasting it, “that you should let me undress you and get you comfortable here in bed and give you a blowjob that’s going to make you crazy. I promise to drive you completely out of your mind, at least for a while.”
“Big claims,” Dominic said, his eyes locked on my mouth, his pupils wide and dark. “You sure you can do it?”
“It depends a little on how well you can follow orders,” I said, following a hunch, and—oh, yeah. Desire flowed between us like electricity, invisible but palpable, and my suggestion had just given it a boost. “Do you want to do what I tell you to, Dominic?” I asked, my blood thundering in my veins. “Do you want to be good for me for a while?”
“Y-yes.”
“Perfect, I want that, too.” God, did I want it. It was still a little cold in here to be stripping all the way down, though. I’d have to take my time. “Unzip your hoodie,” I told him. “Just unzip it. Don’t take it all the way off.” I let him fumble with the zipper while I pulled my own top off, because the space heater had been going for long enough that it was pretty comfortable. Removing an oversize sweatshirt wasn’t a tantalizing texture to my mind, but clearly it didn’t have to be silk to turn him on. I dropped the shirt on the floor then gave him a gentle push back toward the headboard.
“Sit.” He moved slowly, his eyes fixed on me with a look of pure, bright-eyed hunger. “Socks off, too.”
Dominic removed his socks then fit one hand questioningly under the edge of his sweatpants. Was that a hint that I should go faster? “Don’t touch yourself in any way that I don’t tell you to,” I said with a hint of firmness. “Every article of clothing you’re wearing right now is there on my timer.”
“Okay.” He didn’t sound chastened, more intrigued. I left my own sweatpants on then settled myself between his bent legs.
“I—are you—”
“Nope,” I told him. “Not yet.” I wanted to touch him bare, but I was going to get there slowly, bit by bit, until I had him on the edge and he could hold it there for a while. I set my hands on his knees and stroked up his thighs, long, firm strokes that let me appreciate the muscle he had underneath the fabric. I slid my hands under his ass and pulled him forward a little then nuzzled against the bulge in his