Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2) novel Chapter 4

Dominic takes two steps forward, and then he practically attacks me, his mouth on mine in a hard, brutal kiss of passion. No matter how angry he may be, no matter how confused he is, right now I can tell that he wants me, that he wants to put all this behind us. And with the way his tongue sucks shamelessly on mine, he can have whatever he wants. I melt into his touch, my heart now hammering for an entirely different reason than it was a moment ago.

I clutch his dress shirt in my fingers as his hands sink into my hair, holding me close.

“You know—what they say,” I whisper between gasping, open-mouthed kisses.

“Hmm?”

The fingers of his right hand slide up my thigh. I know what his destination is, and I can’t wait to feel those fingers caressing me once again . . . readying me for his thick length.

“The bigger the—breakup, the better—the sex.” I whimper, his kisses now almost bites against my throat.

This is going to work, Presley. This is actually going to work.

But then he pulls away.

“Dominic?”

The man before me wears an unreadable mask. He steps back, releasing me. I can still feel the warm imprints of his hands, now suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room.

His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling quickly, and there’s an unmistakable bulge beneath his zipper.

“I want you, Presley. You know that.”

My throat tightens.

“But I can’t trust you. And trust . . .” He swallows, his eyes locking onto mine. “It’s everything to me.”

“Dom—”

“Just stop. I’ve been burned before.” His eyes are dark and unreadable, and I know that the moment has passed.

“Their mother?”

“Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse.