Uncle Dominic's Touch by Jenika Snow Page A

out of the living room and up the stairs. His arms were wrapped around her tight, his strength insurmountable. His thighs, like twin tree trunks, carried them up the flight of stairs with ease. The feelings that washed through her at being so close to him again, after all these years, had her remembering this feeling of security and protectiveness she found with him when she was a little girl.
    When she opened her eyes, she saw that he was standing in front of his bedroom door and her heart sped up. “Dominic?” Was she saying his name to drag him out of his hazy look, or was she saying his name because taking this into the bedroom that he had shared with her aunt seemed almost too far. When he stepped into his room and walked toward the bed, she stared into his hard set face. He let her body slid down his and she could feel the defined, hard length of his cock nudge her belly.
    He moved away, shut the door, and then stopped in front of her. Chloe looked over her shoulder and stared wide eyed at the monstrous bed.
    “I got rid of the one I shared with Clara.”
    She wondered if her thoughts had been that transparent. Sure, it had been eight years since Clara had lived in this cottage, but still, the idea of making love with Dominic in the same bed that they slept in was something Chloe wasn’t going to do, as stupid as that sounded given the fact her and Dominic had already been intimate.
    “Come here, Chloe.”
    She licked her lips and did as he asked. Those three little words held a touch of dominance that she couldn’t deny made her even wetter. The alcohol she consumed, as little as it had been, coursed through her veins and seemed to light them on fire. She could smell the whiskey on his breath and it made her hotter, more aroused. She wanted to feel his breath coasting over her nude flesh, causing it to pebble with awareness and tingle with want. She just wanted him .
    “Take your clothes off, slowly.”
    Oh God. He was using that voice she was sure he reserved for the SEALS he commanded, that same deep tone that brokered no argument. She shivered from the intensity. Chloe went for the buttons of her shirt. Slowly plucking each one out of its hole, she pushed the material off her shoulders and felt it flutter to the ground beside her feet.  She didn’t wear a bra, a bad habit, or maybe it was a good one, she conceded.
    When she went for the button and zipper of her shorts, Dominic shook his head and took a step forward. There was no space between them now, only the raw, hungry passion that sizzled between them.
    Dominic cupped both of her breasts. He did nothing but hold the twin weights in his palms for so long that Chloe started to breathe harder, heavier in anticipation. Who would have thought that one, light touch would drive her crazy with lust? 
    When she didn’t think she could stand another minute, Dominic ran his thumbs over the engorged peaks. She arched her back as pleasure washed through her. Her nipples, those two, small beads of tissue tightened up further. She could actually feel the blood rush to them, filling them, heating them, making them even more sensitive.
    Chloe peeled her eyes open—she hadn’t even realized she closed them. The only thing she could see was Dominic’s dark head descending, and then the warm, wet cavern of his mouth closing over one of her nipples. He tugged and sucked on the tip until she was pleading, begging him for more. He alternated between both of her breasts and was unrelenting in his onslaught.
    When he lifted his head he didn’t give her any time to think. He captured her mouth with his, speared his tongue inside and stroked it along her own. Chloe moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tried to rub herself on him, tried to created friction to ease the ache that settled between her thighs.
    Without breaking the kiss, his hands landed on her hips and stopped her movements. Dipping his fingers in the waistband of her shorts, he slowly peeled them