12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Cassie

F uck me. In the times we've been together, alone, he's never kissed me like this. As if he was on a mission and he had to show me something. And I was here for all of it. In fact, I wanted more. Much more. I was tempted to do things with him that I hadn't done before. Well, come to think of it, everything I've done with him so far were things I've never done.

I wrapped my other arm around his neck, hauling him even closer to me. But he was quick to stop me from taking over this show. This time, it was all him. He broke the kiss and stared at me, a smirk lifting his lips. Goddamn, was it sexy .

He knelt down slightly, his hands cupping my ass, and he lifted me. Instantly, I wrapped my legs around his hips, half tempted to tell him to put me down, that he shouldn't be carrying all my extra weight. But the look he nailed me with it was enough to shut my mouth. He knew what he wanted to do, and I was powerless to stop it.

With that, he walked over to his car, sitting me down on the hood. I lifted a brow, but he just smirked all the more. Did I mention that smirk did things to my panties? Soaked them. Set them on fire, just the little things.

"What's on your mind there handsome?"

"You." I let my hands roam lightly over his back, liking the sound of that one word.

"And what about me?"

"I keep thinking about how you exploded on my tongue when I ate you out. How that was so damn sweet. How I wanted another taste." Well, shit! I clenched my thighs together, knowing he felt the squeeze. "Like that?"

"Yes. I like the feeling…and the dirty talk."

"Hmm, cougar dearest likes the nasty." I shoved his shoulder, but he didn't budge. In fact, his hands reached for my jean shorts and quickly undid them, sliding them and my panties both down. "How wet will I find you?

I refused to answer. Let him figure it out. I was quite okay playing games with him. He looked up at me and shook his head before reaching down and running his fingers over my pussy. I gasped, falling back on my hands on the hood of this car, feeling like the wanton I was.

"Dominic," I whimpered.

"Someone is super wet. Maybe my nasty mouth needs to taste this cunt again, dirty it up, what do you think?" What did I think? How the fuck was I to answer that?

Before I could utter anything, he moved downward, his tongue swiping where his fingers were, and I shivered. Being exposed like this, before him and in public, was such a rush. I never thought I would be one that would be down for any type of public display, but right now, I didn't care who saw or if they even did.

"Don't tease me," I begged, surprised by the raspiness of my voice.

"Don't plan on it, baby." He was back up, covering my body with his, as his lips attacked mine. I swiped my tongue out, licking off the taste of myself. Yet another in the book of firsts. I decided that I needed a book with him so I could tick off everything.

He pushed my shirt up after he yanked his off, then he scooted my ass closer to the edge. Glancing downward, he held his dick as he lined it up with my pussy and slowly sank in .

I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck, and holding him close. The feeling of my nipples rubbing against him as he pushed into me was sheer bliss. Who knew they were that damn sensitive? That every time they rubbed up or down, it would send tingles straight down to my clit, lighting that little bundle up even more.

"Oh, goddamn, yes." I scraped my nails over his back, loving the hiss he released.

"Don't tear me up." I chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him in even deeper.

"Worried I might hurt you enough so you can't throw those fastballs?" He tilted his head back far enough to cock a brow and I laughed even more.

Joking during sex, hell talking during sex, wasn't something I thought I would ever be comfortable with. Honestly, with Peter, it was a "get the job done as fast as possible" deal. I was never this comfortable with that man, and I was married to him.

Yet with Dominic, he let me be myself. He let me shine through. He was okay with me finding the little things I needed to be happy, and that was surreal in my book. I wasn't sure what all that meant in the future, but I knew for the moment, I was loving this.

"Fuck, Cassie, you destroyed me for any other woman, do you know that?" His hips kept a steady pace. Not fast, but each thrust was deep. So, the road to seeing the stars was slow, but oh so fucking satisfying. And I knew exactly what he meant.

Not that I had many lovers, because there weren't any. But for future ones, they would have a lot to live up to, and I just don't think they could. And that was even if I wanted them because, right now, I didn't. I wasn't sure that anyone would understand my body or my needs like him.

Of course, I refused to give in to my feelings because I knew what a man like Dominic was after. Tony and I were good for him for the moment, but he even said that he wanted to place a family first and he was at the top of his game. No way was he giving that up.

So, I let those thoughts go and focused on exactly what he was doing to my body. Which was fanning the fire of my desire even more. In fact, he was getting ready to push me over the edge and I needed him to burn with me.

"Oh, shit, Dominic, I'm so close."

"That's what I like to hear, sweetheart." I stared into his eyes, catching my breath on all the desire I saw there, and slammed my lips against his as I shook, coming harder than I had ever before. I always wanted to feel that.

Always wanted to be wanted.

Always wanted to be in his arms.

And that scared the shit out of me.