The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison) novel Chapter 319

Dominic reflexively pushed Evelyn, who was biting his arm, away.

Tears welled up in Evelyn's eyes.

As she glared at him, the tears splashed down, her eyes a shattered mosaic of beauty.

She lunged at him, tumbling Dominic onto the couch.

Hoisting up her leg, she straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When she lowered her head, she peppered the man beneath her with fierce kisses.

Truth be told, her kissing skills were not any good; her only attempt had been an uninvited one on Dominic.

Now, as she gnawed at him, it was less of a kiss and more an outburst of her frustration and pain.

It was far from a perfect kiss.

For Dominic, however, the feeling of a soft, curvaceous woman pressed against him sent his heart into overdrive.

His blood raced recklessly, coursing through his body, igniting an uncontrollable desire.

His consciousness was quickly overwhelmed.

Beneath her palm, the stiff expanse of his chest made Evelyn pause.

When she looked up, strands of her hair gently grazed Dom's neck, sending an electric tingle through him.

At thirty-two, Dominic, still a virgin, felt his primal urges stir, unconnected to love.

She was so close.

With just a slight movement, he could strip away Evelyn's clothes.

But he didn't.

He didn't love her; he couldn't do such a beastly thing.

Yet, the alcohol in his head, or perhaps her provocative figure, was fanning the flames of his suppressed desires.

The more he tried to extinguish them, the fiercer they burned.

Evelyn remained on top of him.

Breathing in the crisp scent of liquor from his breath, she too was nearly drunk.

Like a tipsy kitten, she pried open the collar of his shirt.

Her hand slipped inside, caressing his solid chest with abandon.

Her lips found his, gently suckling.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were still wet with tears, a pitiful and eager gaze meeting his.

Her warm breath brushed his cheek, and she nibbled at his ear. "Dominic," she whispered, "life is too short, and we're both not having it easy. Let's not waste our time tormenting each other, okay?"

Under the bright lights, her eyes sparkled like stars.

The room was silent, but for the thick air of innuendo that hung between them.

"Dominic, I want to be with you."

She was nearly thirty and had kept herself pure for him.

And as the wealthiest woman of Seraphim Haven, it wasn't like she'd be short of men.

If word got out that she was still a virgin, she'd be a laughingstock.

She didn't want to waste time; since she planned to have him as her man eventually, why not claim her right sooner?

She held his neck, her eyes brimming with seduction.

"Dominic, you always feel so alone, right? How about this? I'll bear you children, enough to make a soccer team. That way, you'll never be alone. Sounds good, right?"

Without giving him any chance to think or hesitate, she buried her face in his chest, kissing her way up from his appealing Adam's apple.

His brand-new white shirt was already stained with her lipstick, a fragrance both clean and intoxicating mingling silently in the air.

Her hands grew bolder, undoing the first button of his shirt.

But then, Dominic's hands clamped down on hers. "We can't do this," he said, his voice strained with the effort of suppressing his long-restrained desire, which threatened to burst forth like a flood.