where it really mattered and it was all he could do to hold on, but she wasn’t making it easy.
‘I couldn’t be more fucking ready,’ he moaned, undressing faster than he’d ever thought humanly possible, watching as she lay back on the bed, throwing her arms up above her head and stretching out, drawing one incredible leg up as she arched her back. This woman knew exactly what to do when it came to making men want her, and it was certainly working on him. In fact, if things didn’t get moving soon he was gonna come before he’d even got the chance to be anywhere close to getting inside her – and he wanted to be inside her, like he’d never wanted anything before. But if she wanted to play first…
‘Two seconds,’ he smiled, quickly going into the living room, coming back with an opened bottle of champagne.
She was resting up on her elbows, still with one leg drawn up as she looked at him, unable to take her eyes off his tall, toned, tanned body. He was one incredible-looking guy, seven years her junior – just like JJ. Her soon-to-be-ex-husband JJ.
It took less than a second for her to shake those memories from her mind as Dominic came closer, those eyes of his taking in every inch of her and it felt good, having this brand new, younger man want her so bad, because she wanted him too. For whatever reason she wasn’t yet sure but, right now, she wanted him too.
‘I don’t really fancy a drink,’ she smiled, suddenly aching to feel him close to her.
‘I wasn’t suggesting we drink it,’ he smiled back. ‘Not in the… conventional sense, anyway.’
She reached out and slid a hand round the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that signalled the start of something neither of them were sure of, but which both of them were going to enjoy.
Pushing her gently back on the bed he was desperate to do the inevitable, but for just a few seconds longer he’d hang on in there, see how far she was willing to go because, after all, she’d told him she was far from innocent. She was here for the ride, and he’d give her one hell of a journey, if she’d let him.
‘You wanna get down and dirty then, Ms Walsh?’ he smiled, holding her arms up above her head, taking in her enhanced but beautiful breasts as they rose and fell in rhythm with her heavy breathing, her legs open, inviting him in. And he’d get there. Eventually. He was learning to hold on now. He was okay, for the time being.
‘As dirty as you like, Mr Movie Star.’ She knew what was coming. She’d guessed the second he’d walked in with the champagne; she knew exactly where it was going. And a tiny shiver of excitement ran through her as he reached for the bottle, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her again, causing her to laugh out loud, arching her back as he slowly poured the champagne over her perfectly rounded breasts.
He watched as it ran between them, trickling over her flat stomach, running down between her open legs, this tiny river of sparkling liquid.
‘Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t do this anymore,’ Dominic groaned, throwing the champagne bottle aside as he moved over her, leaning forward to cover one of her breasts with his mouth; the taste of her mixed with the champagne was like some incredible erotic cocktail that he needed to have, the whole idea of it was addictive.
She arched her back even more, moaning out loud as he moved his mouth down, over her stomach, his hands now on her hips, holding her there, keeping her steady as he headed towards heaven.
It was the most incredible feeling ever. The ice cold liquid sending shivers right through her followed by the warmth of his mouth as he touched her in places it was probably way too soon for him to be going anywhere near, but the days of over-thinking were over for India. If she wanted fun she was sure as hell going to have it, and this was fun like nothing she’d experienced in a long time. And it was nice, it felt good. He was an incredibly talented guy in that department, but she wanted to feel the full force of him now. She wanted everything he had; she wanted to feel him pushing into her, taking her over. Because