Page 58 of Laced With Secrets
His mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was consuming, claiming, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with possessive intensity. I opened for him immediately, making a soft sound of need that seemed to break whatever restraint he’d been clinging to.
Dominic broke away just long enough to stride across the shop. I watched as he grabbed the heavy velvet curtains—deep burgundy fabric that had hung in these windows since before my grandfather’s time—and yanked them closed with a sharp scrape of rings against the iron rod. The shop dimmed, the streetlights blocked out, leaving only the warm glow of the lamps.
When he turned back, his eyes were dark with intent.
“Come here,” he commanded, and my omega hindbrain responded immediately, pulling me toward him.
We met in the middle of the shop, his hands immediately finding my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel his arousal pressing against my hip, hard and insistent.
Dominic stalked forward, forcing my retreat across the floorboards. Our mouths met again and again, neither of us willing to break contact for long. When my back hit the solid wooden edge of my worktable, I remembered suddenly?—
“Wait,” I gasped, pulling back slightly and turning. My hands moved with practiced efficiency despite my trembling, rolling up the leather tool wrap that held my awls, knives, and edge bevelers.
“Good omega,” Dominic rumbled, helping me set the wrapped tools carefully on the nearby shelf. His fingers brushed mine, sending sparks of electricity through me. “Making space for me.”
“Always,” I whispered, biting my lip as need clawed through me.
Then his hands were on me again, pulling at my clothes with urgency. My coat hit the floor, followed by my sweater. His shirt—already half-unbuttoned from my earlier attempts—joined them moments later, and the sight of his bare chest made my mouth go dry.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I breathed, my fingers exploring every ridge and valley of his sculpted torso.
“You’re one to talk.” Dominic’s hands slid down my sides, thumbs hooking in my waistband. “These need to go. Now.”
I helped him shove my jeans and underwear down, kicking them aside. The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver, but Dominic’s body was there immediately—warm, solid, perfect.
He lifted me onto the worktable, stepping between my spread thighs. The height was perfect, putting us almost eye-to-eye. His hands mapped my body possessively—over my ribs, across my chest, down to my stomach where they paused, splaying protectively over the small swell.
“Mine,” he said, voice rough. “Both of you. Mine to protect, mine to care for, mine to keep safe.”
“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly. “But Dom, I need?—”
“I know what you need.” His mouth found my throat, teeth scraping over my pulse point. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly.
“You drive me so crazy, baby.” His free hand slid lower, fingers teasing my entrance before one pressed inside, making me gasp. “I can barely think straight.”
He added a second quickly, stretching me with practiced efficiency, finding that perfect spot inside me that made me see stars.
“I’m sorry,” I moaned as his fingers worked me open. “I’m so sorry, Dom?—”
“You’re lucky you’re carrying our baby,” he growled against my throat, his fingers curling inside me perfectly. “Or I’d have you over my knee for that stunt.”
The words sent a shock of heat through me—sudden, intense, completely unexpected. The image flashed through my mind: bent over his lap, his hand on my bare skin, that careful controlapplied to discipline. My body responded before I could control it, a surge of arousal so strong he must have felt it through our bond. If not, then he definitely felt my body’s involuntary tightening around his fingers.
He stilled instantly. “Leo?” His voice dropped to that dangerous purr. “Did you just?—”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words. My face burned with embarrassment and arousal in equal measure. I buried my face in my hands.
“Interesting,” he murmured, pulling his fingers free and positioning himself at my entrance. The thick head of his cock pressed against me as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “We’ll explore that later.”
The promise in those words made me shiver as he pushed inside slowly, carefully despite the urgency thrumming through both of us. I grabbed his shoulders, needing something to hold onto. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, exactly what I needed.
By the time he was fully seated, we were both breathing hard.
“Okay?” Dominic asked, his forehead pressed against mine.
“More than okay.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. “Move. Please.”
He did, setting a rhythm that was both tender and fierce. Each thrust drove me back against the worktable, the solid wood beneath me, Dominic’s hands on my hips keeping me exactly where he wanted me.