Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Nodding my head, I unscrewed the lid, “What’s your name?” I might as well find it out now, so I could have a name to place with these lusty feelings. 

“Dom.” 

It suited him. He leaned closer to me. Butterflies fluttered to life in my stomach, his hand resting beside my thigh, close enough to touch me. I thought he might. Instead, he grabbed one of the little alcohol bottles. I could feel the heat of his body and I wanted to lean forward to press myself against him.

“Do you want to go first?”

Man did I ever, and I had a feeling with him, I’d be going first a lot. I looked at his lips, wondering how they would taste, would his kiss be gentle. I doubted it, but maybe that’s what I needed right now. 

“The question, Sarah?”

“Oh, um. Never have I been to the beach?”

He smirked, leaning back into his seat. Taking a drink. “My turn. Never have I ever fucked on the balcony of a hotel.” 

I watched as he took a sip from his drink. My cheeks flushing as I thought about him bracing my hands against the railing as he fucked me on the balcony. His fingers digging into my hips as he slammed into me, making me cry out as he brought me closer to orgasm.

His tongue darted out, catching some of the liquor from his bottom lip, and I shuddered. I wanted to shock him, to feel him out. As he was doing to me.

“Never have I ever been dominated.” 

His lips twitched as if he were fighting down a smile. “You could be.” His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked at me through hooded eyes. “My turn, never have I ever dominated someone.”

He took a sip and I gulped at the intensity of his stare. No one had ever looked at me like that. Made me feel this turned on without touching me. I was worried I might melt into a puddle right there.

“Never have I ever had a one-night stand?” Neither of us drank, I lifted an eyebrow up at him.

“I don’t have one-night stands.” 

I lifted my drink to my lips, gulping it down. “I don’t either.”

“How long are you here for?” He asked, finishing his drink off and sitting it on the table. 

“Just the weekend, then I’ll head back to reality.” My words were barely above a whisper. Did this mean what I think it did?

“So it wouldn’t be a one-night stand.” He said, more of a statement than a question.

I shook my head, “It would just be for the weekend.” 

He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding in my chest as he took the little bottle from my hands. “Just for the weekend?” He repeated, moving closer.

Swallowing hard, I nodded and then his lips were on mine. His hands were warm and calloused as they cupped my cheeks.  

***Dom POV***

Kissing her was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Her lips were soft and she tasted of whiskey. Beneath that was the sweet taste that was uniquely Sarah.  

My wolf was beneath the surface, ready to chase her. To hunt her down. I wanted to catch her, to claim her.

That thought shocked me, not as much as the gasp that slipped from her lips as my tongue moved against her lips. Demanding entrance, which she readily provided. 

Her hands were soft as she tentatively touched my chest and I let out a growl, my tongue moving against hers. Teasing her, tasting her. 

Brushing my thumb over the top of her cheek. I moved my hands, one hand moving to the nape of her neck as I held her in place so I could take my time exploring the warm cavern of her mouth. My other hand moved to the edge of her thin dress.

It barely covered anything and when she’d slipped it over her head earlier. Undoing the towel, letting it fall to the floor. My mouth had grown dry and I knew that I wanted her naked. 

Her body shaking, beneath me. I wanted to see her cheeks flush as she came. With a moan, silent, or screaming my name. It didn’t matter.

I just knew that I had to have her.

Inching her dress up, I dragged my fingertips over her thighs as she brushed her thumbs over my nipples, making me moan against her lips as my body shook. My cock twitching in the confines on my jeans. 

I pulled back, enjoying the way that she panted my name as I trailed my fingers up her outer thigh, dragging her dress up over her hip. Her skin was soft and smooth. Leaning her back, I covered her body with my own as she moved her hands to my waist.

Her legs parted, and I settled my weight against her, her arousal perfumed the air around us. Addictive, I knew I’d be tasting her later. Right now I just wanted to fuck her.

“Dom,” she whispered as I pulled back to look at her, bracing my hand on the bed. Her eyes shining in the pale glow of the moonlight that filled the room. I wished I’d turned on the light, so she could see me better. I had no problems seeing her and the way her pupils dilated almost drowning out the color of her irises.

“Sarah.” I moaned, dragging my hand up her side. She shivered at my touch, leaning up to press her lips against mine in a kiss that mirrored the need I felt.

Cupping her breast through the dress, I teased her nipple, plucking at the hardened bud until she let out a shuddering groan. She rocked her hips and I thrust myself against her, dragging my hand up to her neck as I deepened the kiss.

Showing her who she would belong to tonight.