Page 119 of Wicked Truths
I shift slightly, feeling the weight of his body against mine. “And you’re still holding me like this. I thought you didn’t like sleeping in a bed with anyone else.”
His arms tighten around me. “You’re not anyone.”
He lowers his head, and his soft lips press against my shoulder blade. His touch ignites something primal inside me.
The sensation sending shivers down my spine as he trails kisses up to the nape of my neck.
“You were going to give me to Caleb, but now what?” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady despite the desire coursing through me.
His hand splays across my stomach, possessively or protectively, I’m not sure which—probably both. “You’re mine. I’m not giving you up.”
Heat pools between my legs at his declaration, and I arch my back slightly, pressing against him.
His words should frighten me, but instead, they make me feel safe. Wanted. Still, there’s another face that flashes in my mind, another pair of hands I crave.
“I want Caleb too,” I admit, the words hanging between us.
Dom’s movements pause for a moment. Then he gently turns me over on the bed until I’m facing him. His blue eyes are intense as they search mine, looking for something I’m not sure I can give until he gives me what I want.
“Let me think about it,” he says finally, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.
Heat blisters my cheeks as Dom’s eyes bore into mine. He’s always intense, but never has it felt sounrelenting.
His gaze drops to my lips, lingering there as his thumb continues to trace the outline of my mouth.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave lower.
I shake my head, my breath catching in my throat.
He leans forward, closing the distance between us until his lips are just a whisper away from mine. “I’ve been thinking about watching Caleb eat you out, and how I’ve wanted to do it to you ever since.”
“You liked watching us?”
“You know I have cameras everywhere, Amara,” he says, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. “I think you wanted me to catch you. You wanted me to see you coming on his tongue.” His hand slides down my body, possessively gripping my hip. “Do you know what it did to me, Amara?”
I swallow hard as I shake my head. He’s about to get annoyed with me for being so brazen in his home. He is going to get cross with me being with his best friend.
“Angry but turned on,” he continues, his voice husky with desire. “Watching my friend make you come. Watching as you looked into the camera at me...”
“I–”
He chuckles. “You know you did.” He kisses my jaw, his mouth moving lower, trailing fire down my neck. “But now it’s my turn.”
His lips continue their descent, leaving a trail of fervent kisses down my collarbone, between my breasts, and myback arches involuntarily as his mouth moves lower, his hands gripping my thighs.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands, his breath hot against my skin. “Beg for my tongue, piccola.”
“Please,” I whisper. “I want your mouth on me.”
Dom’s eyes darken with desire, but he shakes his head. “Not good enough.”
I swallow my pride, my need for him overwhelming any hesitation. “Please, Dom. I need your tongue. I need to feel you taste me.” My fingers clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’m begging you to own me.”
A deep, approving growl rumbles from his chest. The sound vibrates through me, making my core clench with anticipation.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, his hot breath teasing my sensitive skin there, but I want his mouth higher.
His large hands push my thighs further apart, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.
