Page 99 of PS: I Hate You
I wonder if he has to wear a mouth guard to keep from grinding them at night.
“Well, it’s kind of freaky when the person you’re fucking starts gasping for breath, I guess.”
“That means you stop,” he snaps. “Not that youleave. Why are you not more pissed about this?”
The sexy vibes start to fade in the presence of his protective instincts. But I’m not in the mood to be coddled.
“I don’t know, Dom.” My voice is all bitter sarcasm. “Maybe because I’m used to people leaving me.”
Realizing how vulnerable that statement was after I said it, I try to roll away from him.
Dom doesn’t let me. He hooks his arms around my hips and drags my body back, settling me on his lap so I straddle him. His large palm wraps around my thigh as his lips press against my ear.
“I didn’t mean to yell.”
He begins to stroke me, his hand creeping toward my center. I grab his wrist before he can start fingering me, a spike of panic shuddering through me again.
“It can’t just be me,” I rasp. “We both need to be in it. I need you inside me. I can’t be on my own.”
Dom holds my gaze for a stretch, his thick brows furrowing, but eventually he nods. “Tell me what position works best for you.”
Truthfully, the best position is us both on our sides with him behind me. But I can’t stand the idea of penetration without looking into Dom’s eyes. I need to know that he is feeling everything that I am.
“Standing. Slow, steady thrusting. You using those vanity muscles to do most of the work.”
“Done.” Dom scoops me up easily and finds a free spot on the wall where I can brace my shoulders. His large hands support my legs wrapped around his hips, and I feel the press of him at my entrance. “Good?”
“Wow. Uh, fast. You did that fast.” Words fail me as I fully grasp that Dominic Perry is about to be inside me.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take this next part slow.” Angling his hips, Dom offers a gentle, shallow thrust that has him dipping just past my sensitive lips.
My body stretches around him, and my lower belly flutters and clenches until I’m sure this man could get me to come a second time with only the tip of his dick.
“And Maddie?” When he says my name in that deep, soothing voice, I drag my eyes away from where our bodies join and meet his stare.
“Yeah?” I whisper, worried a loud noise will shatter this dream of a moment.
“You should know”—he sinks deeper—“they’re not vanity muscles.” Another thrust and his hips meet my thighs as he buries himself fully. “I play intworec baseball leagues.”
Then, holding my gaze, the man has the audacity to smirk.
Dom is teasing me as he fucks me, and nothing could be more perfect.
“You’re such an asshole.” I laugh, then groan as my giggles make my abdomen tense and somehow draw him deeper while forcing me to feel how entirely full I am.
“Hell, Maddie.” Dom’s fingers press hard into my ass, and I wonder if he’ll leave bruises.
I hope he does.
“You’re going to come to one of my games, right?” He slides almost all the way out, then returns to me with a grunt. “Cheer me on. Tell everyone the pitcher is your guy?”
“Oh god,” I moan. In part because he’s insufferable, but mostly because he feelssogood. “You’re going to wear the letterman jacket when we fuck at some point, aren’t you?”
Dom grins and shakes his head, dark hair flopping into his face and sticking to his sweat-damp forehead. Color collects high on his cheeks as he works himself into me over and over. Then he leans forward enough to press a kiss below my ear before whispering, “No. I’m gonna fuck my girl whileshewears it.”
That’s when Dominic Perry claims one more of my orgasms.
But who’s counting?