Her pussy ached for contact, even that of his jeans against her panties.
Dominic broke the kiss again and went to work unbuttoning her blouse. "You wear the sexiest clothes every time I see you."
"It's how I dress for the gallery," she responded as if he required an explanation.
"Mmm-hmm." He pulled the blouse out of her skirt and lowered it over her shoulders. His fingers immediately opened the front of her bra and discarded it also.
Then, without wasting a moment, he went for the zipper at the back of her skirt. "Lift your butt, baby."
She set her hands on the cool granite behind her and lifted her ass off the island.
Dominic tugged the skirt and her panties down her legs, leaving her naked.
Once again, it didn't escape her notice that he was fully clothed.
When she would have sat up straight again, Dominic hauled her around to the side of the island and then set a hand on her back and lowered her lengthwise against the top.
She shivered as the cooler surface hit her back.
He lifted her hands over her head and pressed them into the granite. "Leave them there."
"Yes, Sir."
He grabbed her knees next and spread them out so that she straddled the island. The stretch was almost too far. If she wasn't as limber as she was, she wouldn't have been able to do it.
This position left her open and aroused as hell.
"This okay?"
"Yes, Sir." Her nipples puckered as the air conditioning hit them, and she squirmed.
"So sexy." He leaned over and flicked his tongue across her nipple. Then he did it again under her breast. And again on her belly. When he licked his tongue through her belly button, she whimpered. Maddening.
Dominic stepped between her legs and grabbed her thighs. Two seconds later, his mouth was on her clit, sucking hard.
Two seconds after that, she came, just as hard.
He didn't stop there, though. He thrust his tongue into her pussy and then drew it back to flick over her clit rapidly while two fingers pushed into her. Her belly dipped, her chest arching. She moaned into the room, knowing there was no way in hell she could avoid a second orgasm, even though he hadn't given her permission to have either of them.
She was right. The vaginal orgasm that followed the clitoral one slammed into her, leaving her gasping as waves of pleasure marked her as his.
He didn't stop licking her until she was somewhat able to focus.
He was smiling when she met his gaze, and he lifted his face, licking his lips clean. "Needy little girl, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"In a hurry too."
"Yes, Sir." Her heart raced.
"Did I say you could come?"
"No, Sir." She whimpered.
It was titillating imagining what he might do tonight or any night in the future. She was well aware they'd only touched the very edge of the possibilities. So far he hadn't marked her skin in any way. Not with a flogger or a whip or anything. But she knew he would. And she craved it.
He'd seen her get all hot and bothered at Zodiac that night. He would push the issue. Maybe not tonight, but soon.
He smiled. "God, I love that look on your face."
"What look, Sir?"
"The one that tells me you're wondering what I might do next. And I'm going to enjoy seeing that in your eyes for years. Because I'm going to ease you into my world at a snail's pace. Keep you on your toes so that look is always there."
Of course he was.
She shivered at the thought. She wanted whatever he would give her. He was a master. Her master. The ruler of her body. Denial was futile.
She was his. Words she hadn't expected blurted out of her mouth. "I'm falling in love with you."
He smiled and leaned over to kiss her lips gently. "Thank God. Because I fell in love with you months ago, probably the first time you came to my house and let me fuck you in my bathroom."
She flushed. That had been embarrassing.
"It was beautiful." He rubbed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I knew then we had a chemistry that couldn't be denied. I won't let you go again."
She nodded, hoping he was serious. Because she wouldn't run again, either.
"Please … "
"I love the sound of that word coming from your lips."
"Sir, my skin is crawling. Please … "
"Mmm. Don't rush me. I'm just getting started." He kissed her again.
Just getting started.
That pretty much summed up their relationship.
They'd had a long stretch of starts and stops, but that was over. They were really getting started now.
Lily had never been so eager or so happy.
Suddenly, spending days watching this man play baseball and then sleeping in with him and fucking all morning didn't seem like a bad idea at all.