DOMINIC (Dragon Security Book 3) by Glenna Sinclair

choices, had done.
    My voice softened as I whispered, “If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have thought of you—been fucking cock blocked!—every time in the last two years that a woman gave me that look in a single’s bar, or at the goddamn Starbuck’s…”
    “You don’t like coffee.”
    I moved my lips along the curve of her jaw. “I hate coffee. But I can’t seem to get away from it. Just like you. I can’t get away from you.”
    She moved, found my lips, and slipped her tongue along the edge of my bottom lip. I kissed her roughly, pressing her head hard against the wall, my hand sliding down along her thigh and tugging her leg up over my hip. She moaned against my mouth, pushing away from the wall to kiss me harder. The rush of need that ran through me was almost overwhelming. I needed to be inside of her; I needed to feel her naked body underneath mine. It was as if I hadn’t been with a woman in years, like the frantic moments we’d shared yesterday hadn’t happened at all.
    I picked her up and held her ass in my hands, a little surprised by how familiar the weight of her, the shape of her, was to me still. And yet, there was something new and exciting about touching her, too. I pulled and tore at her clothes, using my weight to keep her in place, my hands unable to decide if they wanted to squeeze her tight little ass or slip under her shirt, if they wanted to tug at the clasps holding her bra in place, or press underneath the back of her jeans and search for all those sweet places that held the most intense promises of pleasure.
    Her hands were the same, dragging through my hair and then tugging at my shirt. She moved her hips and my cock— oh, my God !—I don’t think I’d ever been quite so hard in all my life. I whispered her name against her lips, nibbling at her bottom lip before trying to taste every inch of her lovely throat.
    I carried her to the bed, dropping her in the center of the mattress and then tugging at her jeans. She helped, unzipping them as she watched me with a wild fire in her eyes. Watching the heavy denim slide down her legs was the most beautiful sight I’d seen in a very long time. But what was more beautiful was the lace in her pretty panties ripping and disintegrating under my fingers.
    I was inside of her before either of us could catch our breath. She cried out, her legs wrapped tight around me, her hips moving roughly against me, setting a pace I had to race to keep up with. She was as desperate as I was for relief, maybe more so. It was rough and it was sexy and it was more than I could have ever imagined. Amy had always been my kryptonite, my destruction. I’d never wanted another woman quite like I wanted her. And this…I would never want another woman like this.
    She came in my arms, her body shivering with the pleasure that rushed through her body. I watched, loving the expression on her beautiful face, overwhelmed with the thought that I’d done this, that I could make her lose control this way. It slowed my need, making me want nothing more than to cause that to happen again. I untangled myself from her while she was distracted, removed the last of my clothing, and then gently undressed her. I admired her body for a long moment, my eyes remembering every line, every curve, every little freckle, and the small birthmark on her hip.
    I started with her throat, moving slowly over the length of her, kissing and tasting every inch of her. Her nipple in my mouth, the moans slipping from her lips. Then a little taste of her navel, a nip of her inner thigh. Her clit, dancing between my teeth and the tip of my tongue. She writhed against the mattress, her fingers finding my skull from time to time, pushing her harder against the places that really mattered. I kissed her knee, the funny protrusion of her ankle, and tasted her little toe. And then back up the length of her body, loving the curves of her ass, the grace of her back. The super-sensitive skin on the back of