Chapter Fifteen

DRAVEN

He groans into my mouth, clutching my body against his and forcing his tongue past my lips. I know I should push him away, but I’m not

ready to yet.

He tastes like whiskey, and I find myself drinking him in as I forcefully suck on his tongue. My mind swirls with the sounds of pleasure I elicit from him. His bicep flexing against my shoulders, causing me to shiver and arch my back so that his mouth drop in to nibble my

earlobe.

“I want you,” he hisses, stroking the outide of my leg with one hand. Every trek he makes over my hip burns through my jeans to tattoo my skini beneath. Liting me into his arms and ppressing my into his chest, he carries me bridal style toward the companionway, without breaking our kiss.

I splay my fingers over his chest, tracing the contoured steel of his pectorals and feeling them flex beneath my fingertips. God he feels good to touch. Electricity courses through my body, my center thrumming with need.

We enter the stateroom and I fall onto the bed. Dropping his weight down on top me, he deepenes the kiss, stroking his hand down over my breast then caressing and groping over my hip. He slides one powerful leg between both of mine to bring his knee up against my heat and I cry out with pleasure.

“Domonic,” I hiss, pulling the back of his ponytail so I that I can bite and nibble his neck.

He groans, dropping his head forward and further into my kiss. “You’re too beautiful,” he says, sliding one hand toward the bottom of my top and underneath. God, the feel of his hand on my bare skin has my back ricocheting off the bed.

No! Wait a minute! My bruises.

“Stop,” I hiss, between kisses. “Stop please!”

He pushes his body into mine, mumbling against my neck. “Why? I want this,” he says. “I want you.”

“Stop,” I say again. “Please stop.”

He freezes with his hand locked on my waist, and his thigh pressing my legs apart. He lifts his head and his eyes are full of worry. “I–I’m sorry. I’m drunk.” He rolls off of me to stand next to the bed.

Drunk? Drunk!? Is that the only reason he kissed me? Because he is drunk?

Running a hand through the unbound bangs of his shiny auburn hair he apologizes, “If I hadn’t been drinking that way, I would never have been so forceful. I-”

Wait, what?

‘Forceful?” I snap, sitting up against the headboard.

He turns around, his eyes full of remorse. “I should have been gentler.

Is that why

brow

up to kneel on the bed. “I loved the way you touched me I’m

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swear his face turns beet red.

the end of the bed on all fours. His eyes glaze over with lust at my approach and

smirks, walking toward me slowly

bed and standing up. “We should head back. I still have that date,” I

the bed to flop down on his side,

scowl at him. That’s why he took me out on his boat!

on purpose,” I hiss.

jaw. “I’m

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“Admit it, I tease.

think it would be way more

wet I am now. “I’m going to lay right here and sober up. I shouldn’t have been drinking as much

shoulders and taking a step

laughs. “Oh really? Why is

grew up in Miami, and I may not have ever learned how to drive

drive.”

to see Paul that bad. We’ll head

I say sweetly, before heading out toward the helm.

doorstep. After unbuckling my seatbelt, I jump out of the car and

a wide smile.

late. I almost got stuck out on the

him in my direction. “I brought dinner

I say, unlocking the door.

Paul inside, but

out on the yacht with him when he called,” Paul inquires, blue eyes

the basket and begins setting up

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taking a seat at the table and pouring two glasses of wine, ‘Funny, he didn’t mention you were with him. Did he know

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