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stirred dark memories.
    Dom must have sensed her inner turmoil, because he
broke the kiss, stepping back with a groan. "Dammit, Keira—"
    "I don't want you to stop," she said
quickly, afraid he'd end things before they'd even begun.
    "I'm not bloody stopping." He gripped her
shoulders, pulling her in close. "Believe me, I'm not. But all the times I
imagined fucking you, Keira Swanson, I never once imagined doing it in my front
room with a half-eaten pizza at our feet."
    She laughed, heart hammering and making her feel bold
and reckless. "How did you imagine it?"
    "All kinds of ways." He traced her lips with his
finger. "Rough, slow, in silk sheets, in the shower, with blindfolds,
strawberries, ice cubes, handcuffs..." He ground against her and nipped
her earlobe. Keira shivered in delight, pressing back against him. "Drove
myself mad imagining all the things we could do. But pizza boxes were
definitely never involved."
    She shivered pleasurably, electricity seeming to zip
between her clit and her nipples at his words and his touch. She'd imagined it
too – all those scenarios and countless more, and the thought of actually doing
it was as surreal as any outer-body experience. It made her fears about
initiating intimacy fall away. Dom wanted her. It was plain in every line of
his body, in the way he pushed his hips against her, the way he stared at her
so hungrily. She didn't need to wonder how to do this. It would be as natural
as breathing.
    "So how shall we start?" she asked him,
brushing her lips along his jaw.
    He swung her up in his arms effortlessly and carried
her up to the bedroom. It was as Spartan and masculine as the rest of the
house, but she liked that. She liked the idea of being the first woman here in
a long time.
    He laid her down on the bed gently, settling down
beside her and curling a lock of her hair round his fingers. She watched, heart
fluttering. Part of her wanted to drag him on top of her, tell him to take her
hard and fast. But another part wanted to stretch out this moment forever,
memorize every second, every glance and caress. She slid her hand under his
shirt, running her fingers up and down his chest, loving the feeling of the
slight dusting of his chest hair. His breath hitched as if she'd touched him
far more intimately.
    "Keira." He kissed her throat, fingers
working on unbuttoning her blouse. When his fingertips skimmed her breasts,
even through the simple cotton bra she wore, Keira
felt a surge of need that made her forget slow and lingering.
    "I want you," she gasped, grabbing his
shoulders and pushing him onto his back. "I want you, Dom. I want you
inside me." She kissed him greedily and he met her with equal passion,
rolling her so she was on top of him. He shoved her blouse off roughly, tossing
it aside before capturing her breasts in his hands and kneading them. That
electricity raced through her again, sparking a rush of liquid in her cunt. She
wrestled with his jeans, relishing the sight of his cock springing free. She
wrapped her hand around it, felt it twitch in response, and smiled down at Dom.
    He gazed up at her as if rapt, as if she was the only,
the most beautiful, woman in the world. "What are you waiting for?"
he asked, voice rough.
    She stripped off her own jeans and was about to take
off her bra too, but he caught her hands. "Leave it on. Looks
good." He wet his lips.
    She left it and straddled him again, pushing her hips
down against his so his cock throbbed against her clit. He moaned and thrust
up, seeking her entrance. Keira drew her finger along the tip of his cock and
came away with a smear of pre-cum. He thrust against her again, an impatient
growl in his throat.
    "You just going to look at it all day?" he
asked.
    She smiled. She liked his impatience and she liked
this position, her on top, in control. It banished that last trace of
uncertainty that had gripped her when they first kissed. No, she definitely
wasn't going to just look. She'd waited years for this.