Page 143 of Dominion

He worked her clit, then reached further and plunged the cone of his fingers into her pussy.

She shrieked with alarmed enthusiasm.

“Who owns you right now?”

“You do,” she gasped. “Oh, please, it’s too much!”

He closed his eyes and let the pleasure overcome him. Her scent, the tight fit in her ass, the wetness of her pussy around his fingers. Shoving deep, he came with a shout.

Melissa’s hands shot down between her legs and she thrust his fingers in deeper, her internal walls contracting around them.

The evidence of her orgasm sent another release blasting through him. When he’d spent, he folded over her, nibbling on her ear. The gentle waves of bliss resulting from his release cleared away all the walls he’d put up over the past twenty-four hours to keep her out. Was he seriously willing to give up this? He’d never felt so connected, so right. Even the discomfort of holding back from marking her was worth the pleasure of moving inside her, of holding her in his arms afterward.

He eased out of her and scooped her into his arms, carrying her into the shower where he turned the spray on both of them.

Melissa wobbled on her feet, so he held her up with an arm around her waist, spooning her from behind as she stood facing the spray of water. After a moment, he gently rotated her to rinse her back, running his hands down her back, parting her cheeks to wash away his seed.

Her arms looped around his neck and she clung there, as if he was the buoy that kept her from washing out to sea. He kissed her temple, her jaw, her hair. He found himself wanting to whisper promises to her, but nothing came to mind that he could keep.

She didn’t belong to him—wasn’t his mate. He’d already determined it wouldn’t work between them. Why then, did his body seem so desperate to keep her?

An hour later,Cody was manning the grill. It seemed to be the only kind of cooking he did, which was fine with her. He looked damn good when he did it, his t-shirt fitting tight over the muscles of his chest, ass sexy in those faded blue jeans.

He noticed her watching from the porch and smiled. The boyish grin lacked all of the cocky attitude he’d given her when they first met, the openness in his face a startling difference.

How had she changed?

She’d just lost her anal virginity—that was huge. But more than that, it seemed like he’d knocked down the walls she had, refinished her like one of his CJ Steele homes. Structurally, she remained the same, but everything inside had changed.

Cody piled a stack of bratwurst onto a plate and met her on the steps. His hand fell on her ass and he squeezed.

She sucked in her breath over her teeth.

He didn’t let go, stroking and squeezing again. “Sore, baby?”

She tried to muster some indignation at his rubbing it in, but instead only that gooey melting of her will happened. Surrender.

Still holding the plate of food with one hand, he burrowed his fingers into her hair, tipped her face up to his and claimed her mouth with a hard, punishing kiss. “Come on,” he murmured. “I’ll feed you.”

He’ll feed her.

Since when did men feed her? When had anyone looked after her half as well as he had? Yeah, there had been the Walmart clothing fiasco, but in retrospect, she saw the humor in it. His protection and care had come grudgingly first, but now she was sure he enjoyed her company. Or maybe it was just post-coital bliss talking.

She followed him inside and watched him fork three sausages onto buns on a plate and hand it to her.

“Whoa, that’s too many,” she protested.

He smirked and took two back. “Just a one-sausage girl, princess?”

She slapped his chest. “Would you stop with your cocky?—”

He cut off her tirade with another kiss.

She melted after a moment, moving her lips against his, allowing his tongue entry. “I’ll stop,” he said softly when he pulled away. “Why don’t you take these to the couch?” He handed her two plates of food. “Want a glass of wine?”

She stopped on her way to the couch. “Do you have any?” All she’d seen was Budweiser in the fridge.

He grinned. “I might have a bottle stashed around here for when I want to woo a woman.”