my heart beating calmly and my body relaxing. It feels so right, so natural.
This is what I’ve needed.
“What’s wrong?” He pulls back slightly to look down at me. I don’t even lift my head; I keep my chin firmly against his chest and just breathe. My fingers dig into his back, holding him to me, but also fearing he’s going to leave. I’ve never felt so weak and vulnerable. I don’t know why I can’t stop, but I just don’t want to let go.
I shake my head against his chest and press my lips together. After a long moment, I answer, “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I want you, Becca.” I finally pull away and stare into his eyes. I want him too, but I can’t.
“You know I can’t.” I whisper the words. I know he understands. He has to understand.
“But you want to. I can make it right, doll. I’m just asking for a chance.”
I want to. He’s right about that. My breathing grows shallow. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. A chance. Just one chance. Could I risk that?
“Let’s make a bet,” he says with a grin.
I snort and reply, “I’m not stupid; you’re a bookie.”
“It can be anything you want, babe.” His smile softens, and he kisses my lips tenderly. “Just bet me.” His lips barely touch mine.
“What do you get if you win?” I ask him with clear hesitation in my voice.
His hand travels to my ass and squeezes as he says, “You know what I want.” I repress my moan and try to ignore how my core heats at his playful touch. I shake my head and bite down on my bottom lip to restrain my smile.
“Well, what do I get if I win?” I finally ask, looking up at him through my thick lashes.
My voice is breathy, and I wish it wasn’t. I wish I wasn’t so desperate for his comfort, but I am.
Dom’s hand cups my chin, and his thumb runs along my bottom lip. His body brushes against mine as he takes a step forward, backing me into the brick wall. “Exactly what you want.” My hands go to his chest, and I push him back slightly.
“Not here,” I whisper into his mouth as his hands push my blouse up my waist. The cool air feels so wrong against my heated skin.
“You don’t want me to fuck you against this wall, doll?” My pussy clenches with need, and moisture gathers in my core. Fuck yes I want it. “I need you, babe; it’s been too long since I’ve had my dirty girl.”
“I can’t.” I tilt my neck farther as he kisses down my throat to my shoulder. This is so bad, so wrong. But I want it. His breath, his kisses, his touch – they're everything I want. I want him to take me however he wants, whenever he wants. I want my back to scrape against the hard brick as he pounds into me. I can picture it so clearly. His hips keep me pinned with his hard-as-steel erection digging into my belly.
And then he stops. I nearly fall over from the loss of his touch. My body tilts forward, and I stumble in my heels and barely catch my footing. I hear Dom’s hard steps on the pavement, his body slamming into something. Another man. I hear them barrel into the wall and fall hard on the ground. Fuck! Someone saw us! Shit, shit, shit.
I adjust my shirt and try to see what’s going on. What the fuck is going on? I try to catch my breath.
“Dom, stop!” I yell out as I watch him push the man down on his stomach and twist his arm behind his back. I don’t know him. No one fucking comes out here. My body heats with anxiety.
Dom grips his arm and shoves it up in an unnatural way. The man’s face distorts with pain. Holy fuck! Fuck, he’s really hurting him. “Stop!” I screech with a hoarse voice. My hands cover my mouth when I spot the gun falling from the stranger’s grasp. Then I see what he’s wearing; leather gloves, all black. A gun complete with a silencer. My heart drops to my gut. He was going to shoot Dom. My body goes cold and numb.
My feet naturally take a step back, and my body bumps into the brick wall. I can’t turn away. I can’t stop watching. I feel paralyzed as Dom relentlessly smashes the man’s face into the concrete. The