We’re only four weeks away from the release of Finding Hart & I thought I’d share another snippet with you. This time we’re checking in with Dillon & Dominique.
** As always, this is from my working draft and is subject to change in edits. **
Dillon & Dominique
Leaning in so that his chest was against my back, he nuzzled my hair as his hands ran up and down my sides. I loved that smelling me still made him so wild because God knows I went wild for his scent. Anytime he started to sweat I all but lost my ability to breathe because the need to have him became a necessity instead of just a desire.
“You always smell so goddamn good Minnie… I missed this, missed you.”
My heart skipped a dozen beats as fireworks went off in my brain. He had really, really missed me. This was the second time he had said so recently and I loved it. The fact that he was expressing it was one more sign that we were going to be okay. It was hard to breathe as he rubbed himself against me, my need to have him so intense that it was a physical sensation.
“I missed you too, so much.”
Sighing with what sounded like contentment, he ran his hands up my sides before stopping completely and snuggling back against me as if he was going back to sleep.
“Baby, you’re torturing me!” I said with a laugh.
His answering chuckle told me that he was well aware of that.
“Am I? I thought you had gone back to sleep so I was snuggling with you.”
Playful Dillon was showing himself more and more as he let down his walls and I loved it.
“I’d love to snuggle, but if you could just change the position a little bit that would be great. I feel something hot and hard laying between us. Maybe you could find somewhere else to put it?”
Sitting up he spread my legs wider before positioning himself right at my opening, so close that I could feel him but not close enough for me to clench around him so that I could torture him back.
“Should I put it here, or should I just go back to sleep? You seem tired babe… I really shouldn’t wear you out.”
I groaned out a broken laugh. “You’re terrible!”
Pushing in just a fraction of an inch he replied, “I’m pretty sure that the entire neighborhood knows my name because you spend so much time screaming it. That doesn’t sound so terrible to me…”
Even as I laughed, I blushed from head to toe because he was right. Where once we had been quieter and so serious when we were making love, now we were both extremely vocal- me in particular.
It also made me sad to realize that his neighbors were probably used to girls screaming his name. His insatiable sex drive had only increased over the last four years and I was sure he had spent hours in this very room hearing his name being screamed by dozens of beautiful girls.
Not surprisingly I was horribly jealous and before I could control myself I blurted, “I’m sure they all knew your name long before now. To your neighbors, I’m just the screamer of the month. Fifty bucks says every guy on this street wishes they were you.”
He went stock still over me as the silence stretched between us before he said, “Only one girl has ever screamed my name in this bedroom and that’s you. I’ve never had anyone else in this bed; have never even had a girl in this house. You’re right about one thing though; any man with a fucking heartbeat is jealous as hell that you belong to me.”