“Yes.”
He kisses me while his hand moves between us. His fingers slide through my wetness once, then close around his cock and guide him to my entrance.
“Still with me?”
I hold his gaze. “Yes.”
He pushes inside slowly.
My breath catches at the stretch. Dominic stops until my body relaxes around him, his mouth brushing mine without taking the kiss any deeper.
“Don’t stop.”
He sinks the rest of the way in.
For a moment, neither of us moves. We stay curled around each other, joined and close enough that every breath crosses the small space between our mouths.
“Still okay?”
I tighten my leg around his hip. “Very.”
Dominic draws back and slides into me again, slow enough that I feel every inch.
The angle keeps us pressed together, my leg over his hip and his arm beneath my neck. Nothing blocks my view of his face.
I move with him, learning the rhythm.
His eyes never leave mine.
With nothing between us but breath and skin, I have nowhere to hide.
Fear presses at the edge of the moment. I pull him closer anyway.
He rolls his hips and begins the next slow stroke.
“This is what you do to me,” he says.
I tighten around him. “What?”
“Make me forget every reasonable decision I’ve ever made.”
“That doesn’t sound like you.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
He rolls his hips, and pleasure curls low in my stomach again.
“I went to that bar because of you.”
My fingers tense against his shoulders.
“I knew.”
“No, you didn’t.” His next thrust is deeper. “You thought I happened to be there. I went because you were there, and the thought of you leaving with someone else was making me fucking crazy.”
“Dominic.”
“I’ve moved meetings because it gave me another hour with you. Rearranged entire days around your schedule. Walked into rooms and looked for you before I noticed anyone else.” His mouth brushes mine. “I’ve been doing it for years.”