Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Exactly. But, hey, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk. We could play a game instead.”
“A game? I’m almost afraid to ask what kind of game your filthy mind has come up with.”
“How about . . . Titanic?”
“Titanic?” she echoed, her brow furrowing.
“Yeah. When I yell ‘Iceberg,’ you go down.” He watched as her smile widened and the lines of strain on her face smoothed out. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling to know he could make her tension slip away like that. He tucked her curls behind her ear, thinking how fucking beautiful she was. “Come on, Mila, I promise to return the favor.” He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her neck. “We’re friends. Friends make each other come.”
She chuckled. “No, they don’t.”
“Special friends do.” He planted a kiss on the other side of her neck and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent. “Give in to me, Mila,” he coaxed, his voice deep and thick with need. “Let me make you feel good.”
Fighting the temptation building inside her, Mila squeezed her eyes shut. “Why do you have to push this?” Much to her embarrassment, it was almost a whine. “My rejecting you gave you a challenge, I get it, but—”
“You’re not the first person who’s turned me down. The difference between you and them? They were playing a game, wanting to have the upper hand so they could lead me around by my dick. But you . . . there aren’t any mind games with you. No manipulations. You simply respect yourself far too much to be a faceless fuck to someone. I like that. Respect it. Respect you.” Breezing his thumb along her cheekbone, he kissed the soft curve of her lush mouth. “You could never be a faceless fuck to me, Mila.”
Maybe not, thought Mila, but she’d still never be more than a fuck, would she? “Yeah, well, I’m sure you have plenty of special friends. You don’t need another one.”
“Despite what you might think, I’m not someone who’ll fuck anything that moves.” But Dominic wasn’t offended that she might think it—he’d carefully cultivated that image. “I have as many standards as the next person. I’m not ruled by my cock. In fact, I have more self-control than most. I just don’t do commitment. Does that make me a bad person?”
“I never said you were a bad person. And I’m not asking you for commitment—”
“Then stop fighting me.” He nibbled her lips with his own, tempting her, teasing her. “Don’t you want me inside you, Mila? Don’t you want to feel my cock stretching you . . . filling you . . . fucking you?” He grazed her bottom lip with his teeth and then swiped his tongue over the small hurt to soothe the sting. Her body melted slightly into his, and he sensed that she was close to giving in to him, but just not close enough.
He remembered what Taryn had said earlier. Mila knew he was good with words, she wouldn’t be swayed by compliments. He needed to give her something he hadn’t given the women in his past. He’d done it earlier when he gave her and her parents the truth about his family. He’d give her another truth now.
Dominic caught her face in his hands. “I haven’t touched another female since I first saw you on that stage. I haven’t wanted to. Haven’t found one even remotely tempting. I want you so fucking badly, it’s like there’s no room for anyone else in my head. I have to know what it’s like to be in you.”
If Mila hadn’t been looking right in his eyes, hadn’t seen the pure sincerity glimmering there, she might not have believed him. There was also sheer determination there, and she knew he wasn’t going to tip his hat and walk away. But if she did finally give him what he wanted, he might very well walk away afterward. The thrill of the chase would be sated, and then she might not hold any sexual interest for him. Maybe they’d bump into each other from time to time, and maybe he’d even do a little harmless flirting, but that would probably be it. And that thought was sad enough to make her swallow hard.
Continuing to fight him on this was pointless, though, Mila acknowledged. She’d cave at some point. She knew that now. Knew she was weakening. Why not just enjoy one night with him? If there was a repeat of it, great, but if not . . . well, like he’d once said, they’d have fun.
There were many rumors about Dominic’s sexual prowess. She’d heard he was well endowed, had excellent recovery time, and was by no means a selfish lover. All points in his favor. And it would mean that she would have some wickedly fun memories to keep her warm when he was gone.