Page 147 of By A Thread

I was spread wide over his crotch, his cock nestled up against where I ached for him the most.

“I don’t want anything serious,” I whispered on a shiver when he brushed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. My lips burned with the need to feel his.

His laugh was gentle, but I still heard the sound of prison doors slamming shut. “Oh, sweetheart, you no longer have a choice.”

He kissed me then. Mouth firm and demanding, he devoured me until I lost the battle and opened for him. His tongue thrust home, invading me, taking from me any breath, any words, any sense that wasn’t already completely wrapped up in and around him.

I was flying and yet anchored to this spot by his body, his arms. His hands settled on my hips, and he dragged me over his erection. Back and forth.

“Let me make you feel good, Ally,” he demanded again, roughly.

“Yes.”

And with one little word, I set us both free.

49

Dominic

Islid the sweater over her head, and when I realized there was nothing between Ally’s perfect breasts and my mouth but a flimsy white tank top, I felt a primal growl work its way up my throat.

Her nipples were hard and pointed beneath the simple cotton. I cupped those breasts in my hands, loving the feel of those buds going even harder.

She attacked my tie, the buttons of my shirt, but lost her train of focus when I yanked the scoop neck down, baring one breast. I paused just long enough so that she could feel my hot breath on her skin before sucking that pink, pert nipple into my mouth.

Her gasp of pleasure, the feel of that delicious rosette puckering against my tongue, made every torturous second in the last two months worth it. This moment of heaven was worth a lifetime of misery. I sucked harder, holding her to me. She bucked her hips against me, driving my dick wild with the friction. She was in leggings, and judging by the wet heat I could feel through them, she didn’t have a damn thing on underneath.

I needed her naked. Nothing between us.

“Why do you wear so many damn layers,” she demanded, her voice shaking as she shoved my vest off my shoulders.

“Never again,” I promised, moving my attention to her other breast and suckling hard.

“Please don’t stop wearing vests,” she begged.

“Anything you want, Ally. All you have to do is ask.” I gave her nipple another resounding suck and had to tamp back the wolf inside me when she whimpered.

I helped her strip my shirt away and then reluctantly abandoned her breasts to pull the tank over her head. I tossed it on the floor in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.

“Come here,” I whispered darkly, pulling her against me and reveling at the feel of her hard, wet nipples against my chest.

She hissed in a breath. “Chest hair. So good.”

I wanted to laugh. But every cell of my being was entirely focused on her body and the endless list of things I wanted to do to her. The litany of ways I wanted to make her come.

Finally. Finally. Finally.

“Baby, we’re going to have to stand up and get rid of the rest of these clothes,” I warned her.

“I don’t want to stop touching you,” she confessed. Her hands were stroking over my chest and shoulders, down my arms, across my abs. I felt… worshipped. Loved.

“Just for a second,” I promised. Despite my protesting cock, I lifted her off my lap.

“Strip faster,” she demanded, peeling her leggings off in one swift motion.

She was spectacular. Naked in the city lights with snow falling behind her. Ally Morales was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.

Humbled and stunned, I fumbled with my belt. She stepped in and loosened it for me. Together, we shoved my pants to the floor. She was trembling, shaking as she stared at me. It was the distance. Everything made sense when we were touching. Anything seemed possible then.