Dominic's Touch, page 4
“You hate being here?” His voice was calm and neutral.
She shook her head. “I don’t hate being here. I just hate this weirdness between us. It isn’t anyone’s fault. I know things are bad right now, and I just think maybe you need some time to yourself. I feel like a burden.”
When he ran a hand through his short, dark hair and breathed out, she felt guilt that she’d opened her mouth. Here she was, making things more stressful when he already had enough on his plate.
“Are you done eating, Chloe?”
She glanced down at her plate, a little shocked at the abrupt change of topic. “Yeah.” Grabbing her plate, she was going to clear her spot when Dominic was right in front of her, holding his hand out for it. She looked up at him, surprised.
As he took their dishes to the sink, she watched him. The plain white tee he wore stretched across the wide, muscular expanse of his back. The sinew and tendons were easily discernable beneath the thin material, and she couldn’t help the warmth that blossomed inside of her. She scowled at why she felt this way, especially at a time like this.
“Join me outside and watch the sun set?”
For a second she didn’t move, still surprised he’d changed the subject so quickly. “Yeah. Okay,” she finally said.
He grabbed a couple beers, and she followed him out the back door. The sun was already starting to dip below the horizon, the pinks, yellows and oranges meshing together to create a cacophony of colors that painted everything like a piece of art. The air was thick and hot, but the beauty of her surroundings helped to stifle the uncomfortable feeling the heat created.
They sat around the firepit, and Chloe stared at the cold, black ash. She remembered when everyone had been sitting around it just a few short weeks ago, the flames between them, how it could have been a happy memory, but then it turned dark.
Now it was just the two of them.
Chloe looked up and saw Dominic watching her. “Hey,” she said softly, trying to make light of the situation. Dominic smiled back, but it didn’t seem to reach his eyes.
“I’ve been rude, Chloe. I’m really sorry.”
“What?” She heard the shock in her voice. “You haven’t been rude.” He nodded before she even finished. “After everything that happened, I wouldn’t expect you to be all cheerful.”
“Yeah, but you went through your own shit.” His voice got harder after he said that. “Come here, Chloe. Sit next to me.”
She made her way over to him and sat down. They hadn’t started a fire, and the only thing that made any kind of light was the silvery moon above them.
After that, they were quiet for long moments, but it was more of a reflecting moment of silence, one that had her relaxing and feeling more herself. She hadn’t felt like that in far too long.
“The sky is so clear tonight. I bet you could count every star.” She elbowed him in the side. He made a mock grunt and grinned over at her. “I remember when you were a little girl and you used to tell me you were going to count every single star in the sky. Do you remember that?”
She smiled as that memory came to mind. “Yeah.” Chloe rested her head against the back of the chair. She stared at the twinkling, bright stars. “I actually tried one time, but the next thing I remembered was waking up in my bed and it was morning.”
They both laughed, and she turned to look at him. He stared at her intently, and Chloe could see the way his jaw worked under his skin, a light dusting of stubble across it.
She wondered what he was thinking about to have a look so brooding and almost haunted. How she wished she had the courage to reach across the distance that separated them and run her finger between his eyes, smoothing away the small crease there.
Chloe turned her attention away from Dominic and looked back at the stars. It wouldn’t do any good thinking those things. She needed to push away the emotions that threatened to consume her.
“I’m really glad I came here. Even though everything happened the way it did, I’ve always felt like this is home. Still do.” She changed the subject quickly. This wasn’t about any of that. She was a firm believer in things happened for a reason, and the ugliness she’d experienced with Jake had made her stronger, even in these short seven days. “You’ve always been there for me when no one else was, not even my parents.” She said it almost absentmindedly.
He didn’t speak, and she worried she might have said something wrong or overstepped her bounds. She tore her gaze from the stars and looked over at him.
“You know I’m always here for you. Always.” He stood and helped her up to stand, pulling her in a tight embrace.
Chloe couldn’t help letting herself fall into the hug. He was so strong that she knew he could make every bad thing disappear. He smelled like the wilderness that surrounded them, and she inhaled deeply. She wanted to imprint that scent in her brain so she would always have it.
“I’ll always be here for you,” he murmured again. He pulled her back slightly so they were staring at each other.
And as she stared into his eyes, Chloe felt herself getting lost. Unusual, foreign feelings rose up in her, ones that shouldn’t have felt as right as they did.
Arousal.
Desire.
Lust.
He held her, looked at her, and the heat she felt come from his body had her feeling dizzy.
“You’re so sweet.” His voice was low, so low she almost didn’t hear him.
He was so close all she would have to do was lean in and she could kiss him.
Kiss him? What was she thinking? But despite thinking that, she found herself lowering her gaze down to his lips, aching to do just that. When she glanced back up, she saw that he, too, was staring at her lips. The expression he held could have been interpreted a million different ways: arousal, fear, indifference, all of those filtering across his face in rapid succession.
It might be wrong, even inappropriate, but Chloe couldn’t deny how she felt about him. It was more than just loving Dominic; it was feeling protected and cherished. Maybe those feelings had always been there, waiting to be expressed.
She didn’t know, and she didn’t care, because they were here, ready, willing, and intense.
She was an adult, knew what she wanted, and didn’t care any longer what the result would be.
And when she leaned in those last couple of inches and pressed her lips to his, she felt how tense he was, how unsure he probably was when she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips. But after only a second, she felt his body soften. The deep, male groan he made had her nipples tighten and her pussy becoming soaked. When he opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together, she couldn’t help the small sound of pleasure that escaped.
He tasted good, so addictive. She’d never realized it could feel this way, so potent and intoxicating. Chloe tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss. The sound of glass shattering on the cobblestone patio when his bottle hit the ground vaguely penetrated her lust-infused brain.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted so that her legs rubbed along his. Dominic tensed once again, and she thought he might pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more feverishly.
Tongues dueling and breath mingling, they were like rabid animals trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was wild, uninhibited. He gripped her waist, his big hands holding her still as he claimed her. And that was exactly what it felt like. Then he was sitting back down and pulling her onto his lap until she was straddling his legs. Her skirt rode up, and his roughened denim scraped along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
It excited her further.
She moved closer to him and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. She could feel her nipples beading, becoming hard little points of pleasurable agony. When her pussy rubbed against his cock, pressed behind the fly of his jeans, he suddenly broke the kiss. They both panted and stared at each other. Never had she thought she would be doing this, but never had anything felt more right.
“Chloe.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse. “We can’t do this.”
She knew he was right, but despite all of that, she didn’t care. Why should she worry about what people thought? Not even her family gave a damn, never even acted like they wanted to know what was going on in her life.
She felt like this was right, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with being with Dominic.
“Dominic,” she whispered and leaned in, brushing her lips against his. Her pussy rubbed along his denim-covered shaft, and she felt it give a mighty jerk. Even through his pants, she could tell how big he was. It was slightly unnerving, but nothing on Dominic was small.
In the next instance, he rose up, which caused her to fall backward. She hit her head on the ground, the air leaving her. She looked up at Dominic, feeling a little dazed. Dominic had gotten up so quickly that she’d fallen right off of his lap.
“Oh fuck, Chloe. I’m sorry.” He bent down and helped her up. He kept hold of her upper arm, but as if he caught himself doing something he shouldn’t, he stumbled back from her, as if she were fire and he was about to get burned. And then he turned away from her.
“Wait. Please don’t go.”
He stopped and turned around to look at her. The haunted expression he wore tore at her heart. “I can’t, Chloe. This isn’t right.” The breath came out of him on a long exhale, and then he turned to go into the house.
“Dominic.” She took a step toward him. But before he made it to the door, she saw how his body stiffened.
He didn’t turn around when he spoke, but she saw the way he shook his head, how he hung it as if ashamed. “I’m your uncle for all intents and purposes. Not blood, but that doesn’t matter, does it.” He didn’t phrase that last part like a question.
The blood rushed through her veins, and her body felt like it was on fire. She was on the verge of tears, frustration and arousal waging war inside of her. She would have said anything to make him see that it wasn’t wrong. It didn’t feel that way.
It felt right.
Chloe knew what he meant, knew that although they weren’t related by blood, he was still her uncle. And for the first time in her life, she hated that fact.
He shook his head and finally turned around to stare at her intently. “I’ve known you your whole life, Chloe. This isn’t right.” His voice cracked on the last sentence, and she wanted to go to him, to comfort him and tell him everything was okay. That this was okay.
She took another step forward, but he took one back, holding up his hand up for her to stop.
“Please. Chloe.” His voice sounded strangled.
She wanted to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in her throat.
He turned and stormed inside, and she flinched when he slammed the door shut. She shouldn’t have gone after him, shouldn’t have followed him, but she couldn’t stop herself. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Chloe had initiated the kiss, had started all of this. If this was as far as it went, if he wanted nothing more to do with her, well, she understood, but she needed to know the truth.
Chloe couldn’t let it end this way, not when he’d kissed her back.
Chapter Eight
Chloe followed him into the house and stopped when she saw Dominic braced against the counter. Back to her, forearms on the tile, he looked like a defeated man. She took those few steps toward him and stopped when she could have touched his back with her fingertips. That’s what she wanted to do, to reach out and stroke her fingers along the chiseled, defined expanse of his back. Would he turn away from her, push her away?
She could have done just that, but she clenched her hands into fists.
He turned around in the next moment. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and he reached up to caress her cheek. Leaning into his touch, Chloe closed her eyes and let all the sensations wash through her.
“This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” She said those words softly, meaning to say them to herself, but they’d spilled out of her before she could stop them.
“It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper, but he didn’t remove his hand from her cheek.
She moved that last inch that separated them, her thighs brushing against his. Every part of her body tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her, and that was all that mattered.
“Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips, was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around.
Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel every muscle in his hard, masculine body. Her pussy was wet, her panties saturated from her instant arousal. All she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know she was so ready for him. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.
Her back was to his chest, and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.
“We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.
“Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad,” she whispered.
He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.
Her skirt rode up her thighs, and the chill of the tile beneath her bottom was a shock to her overheated body. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built-up passion and desire they both felt.
Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too-swollen pussy lips. Slowly, he ground his cock into her cotton-covered folds, teasing her until the words for him to finally be with her were right on the tip of her tongue.
She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean-clad cock pushing against her body.
Dominic growled against her mouth and quickly went for the button of his jeans. The sound of it popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned back, braced her weight on her hands, and just stared at him. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide, and the air from the ceiling fan brushed along her sensitive skin.
Dominic took a step back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers still on the zipper of his pants. She could tell he was trying to talk himself out of it by the waging emotions on his face.
“Touch yourself,” he groaned, obviously those second thoughts leaving him.
Chloe reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her panties, doing what he said instantly. They weren’t anything sexy, just a pair of white bikini underwear. Could he see how soaked the material was? She didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt the fabric was so wet he could see the small, triangular shape of trimmed hair between her thighs.
The air practically slammed in and out of him. His respirations were so increased and his eyes so glazed over she knew she was breaking his control.
What she was about to do was bold and wanton and so unlike Chloe, but she wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as hot as she was.
She pulled the material to the side and exposed her soaked cleft. Her clit throbbed when the air touched it, and a gasp left her. She was drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way she could feel her cream slide down her cleft. Anxiety suddenly slammed into her when she realized what she was doing. Never had she been so extreme, never had she tried to be the seductress. Heart slamming hard against her ribs, she ran the pad of one of her fingers along the swollen rise of her labia.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “More.”
She rubbed the bundle of nerves slowly before pulling it back so it showed her inner lips. Could he see how pink she was? Could he see how engorged her clit was? She could feel the tiny bud pulse and swell from her arousal. Just having her fingers so close to it was enough to have her on the verge of an orgasm.
“I can’t stop this, Chloe,” he said right before he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his hips.
She felt her eyes widen when she finally got a look at what he had hidden behind his jeans. His cock was huge, thick and long, the head flared and bulbous and already seeping pre-cum at the tip. She licked her lips and heard him groan. The sound made her lift her gaze to his. He took a step toward her and dropped down onto his knees. Then he looked up at her, their gazes holding, her breath stalling.
“I want to taste you.”
She licked her lips and nodded slowly. God, she wanted that, too.
He leaned in, and the grunt of pleasure that left him was almost violent.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said right before he placed his mouth on her pussy, right over her panties.
She leaned back and braced herself on the counter once more. He was slow and methodic in his ministrations. But then she heard the sound of fabric tearing, and she looked down the length of her body to watch as Dominic tossed the remnants of her panties to the side.
He was an animal between her legs, licking and sucking, probing and teasing her until she murmured his name over and over, until she felt like she’d combust. He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked her clit in his mouth. Chloe found herself grinding her pussy against his mouth, and he growled in response, in approval. And then she felt her climax peak right before it claimed her.
