Page 26 of These Shoes Weren't Made for Stalking

Our eyes locked, and for a moment, I swore I saw a flicker of something—regret? longing?—in those cool gray depths. And then, as if drawn by some irresistible force, we crashed together. Dominic’s lips claimed mine in a searing kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. I gasped, my fingers clutching at his shirt as I melted into the kiss.

It was everything I’d been trying not to want—passionate, all-consuming, and utterly perfect. He tasted of wine and desire, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me weak-kneed.

I gasped for air as Dominic and I finally broke apart. My skin prickled, every nerve ending alive. The world around us faded away, leaving only the thundering of my heart and the heat of his skin against mine.

His fingertips traced a path down my back, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake. I shivered, pressing closer, craving more.

“Leo,” he breathed, his voice husky with need.

I answered by claiming his mouth again, pouring all my pent-up longing into the kiss. We stumbled backwards, hands roaming, fumbling with buttons in our haste.

My back hit the edge of the counter and Dominic’s strong hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the smooth surface. He insinuated himself between my legs, his body a wall of heat against mine. I arched against him, needing more contact, more friction, more of everything he could give me.

My shirt joined Dominic’s jacket on the floor, and then I was skin against skin with him. A trail of fire blazed down my neck and across my collarbone as he devoured me with his mouth. I ground myself against him, pressing my erection against his hardening length. The smooth, cool surface of the countertop bit into my back as he urged me forward.

Dominic’s fingers traced the curve of my waist, the contours of my hips, before sliding to the swell of my ass. He squeezed, his touch possessive, making me keen with need. I felt the ridge ofhis cock press against my thigh and I ground down, wanting to take him inside me. I rocked my hips against him, seeking more stimulation through the layers of fabric between us.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.

I lifted my hips as he tugged my pants down, the fabric sliding over my heated skin. Dominic’s knuckles grazed my inner thigh, leaving trails of electricity in their wake. His hands guided me, positioning me at the edge of the counter as his mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shivered at the touch of his lips.

“So responsive,” he murmured, his breath tickling my neck. His tongue swirled and teased, leaving a trail of flickering flames in its wake. Dominic’s hands mapped my body, branding me with his touch. I arched into his caress, my skin singing beneath his fingers.

“Dom,” I gasped as his fingertips found my nipple, rolling and tugging, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my cock. It throbbed, full and heavy between my legs. I wanted—needed—more.

Dominic’s eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at me. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was hoarse, his control fraying at the edges.

I couldn’t form the words, so I decided to take action instead. I wrestled with the fastening on his pants until my unsteady hands finally succeeded in popping open the button and dragging down the metal teeth of his fly. I slipped my fingers beneath his waistband, wrapping my hand around his thick length. He hissed at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. Iguided him to my entrance, positioning the tip of his cock at my hole.

“Fuck, you’re sure?” he growled, his eyes searching mine for confirmation.

I nodded, breathless. I spread my legs, offering myself to him, and he wasted no time in claiming what I’d promised. My breath hitched as Dominic’s fingers worked me open, stretching and preparing me. My hips rocked against his hand, seeking more.

“Please,” I found myself begging. My voice was hoarse with need, my body urging me onward.

His eyes darkened further as his fingers found my prostate, pressing and circling, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “You’re so beautiful like this, open and wanting.”

I bit my lip, my body tightening around his fingers as he stroked and teased me. “Please... I need you, now.” I was shameless, reduced to a quivering mess by his skilled touch.

Dominic’s breath quickened, his control slipping as my words hitched his desire. “Greedy little omega,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You’ll have it all, baby. Every inch.”

The tip of his cock teased at my entrance, then with a sharp thrust, he claimed me. I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate him. A sharp ache bloomed deep inside as his thick length stretched me open. But my omega’s body welcomed him, my natural slick easing his way as my inner walls clenched and fluttered around him. Dominic stilled, giving me a moment to adjust to the burn and stretch. Then, slowly, he began to move.

It was intense, overwhelming, and perfect.

Our flesh slapped together, the sound filling the room. Dominic’s cock drove deep into my ass, again and again. I tightened my legs around his waist and eagerly attempted to meet his thrusts.

I struggled to match his rhythm, my inexperience painfully obvious. My hips jerked awkwardly, throwing off our tempo. Dominic’s jaw clenched.

“Move with me.” His voice came out rough, almost guttural.

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated, desperate to please him. The pressure of his hands on my hips increased, guiding me with firm insistence. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to apologize for my clumsiness.

“Like this?” I gasped, attempting to match his tempo.

I tried, I really did, but my body refused to cooperate. The cold edge of the countertop bit into my thighs each time he thrust, our flesh meeting with uneven, unsatisfying slaps. My elbow knocked against a utensil jar, sending it to the floor with a crash of wooden spoons and silverware.

Dominic’s knee bumped a cabinet door with a hollow thunk. He snarled a curse, his fingers digging into my hips.