Chapter 173: Chapter 173 What Do You Like About Me?
Elara
When Dominic pulled me into the private elevator for the presidential suite, his kisses came The second Dominic pulled me into the private elevator, he backed me against the wall. His hand shot up behind my head, palm flat against the cold metal to cushion the impact.
The gesture was protective and possessive all at once. My heart hammered against my ribs.
Then his mouth crashed into mine.
Not gentle. Not slow. Like he’d been starving for this, for me.
The doors slid shut and the world outside disappeared.
His other hand swiped the key card and punched the button for the top floor while his lips captured mine. I melted into him, all my walls crumbling. He kissed me deep and hungry, tongue sliding in like he owned my mouth.
And maybe he did.
Then his mouth started traveling. Down my jaw. That sensitive spot on my throat that made me gasp. My collarbone. Each kiss sent fire racing through my veins. He kissed and sucked his way across my skin like he was memorizing every inch.
"Dominic," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.
His hands slipped under my blouse. Warm fingers against cool skin. My bra was unhooked before I could even process what was happening. The anticipation was killing me.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured against my neck.
Cold air hit my nipples and then his palm was there, warm and rough, squeezing hard while his mouth kept working lower.
I let out this stupid little whimper. Sounded pathetic.
But he loved it.
Then his fingers finally found me through the soaked fabric of my panties, I nearly came undone right there.
He rubbed me slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world while I was dying for more.
"So wet already," he murmured against my ear, voice rough with want. "Is this all for me?"
I could barely form words. My head fell back against his palm, completely at his mercy.
The elevator felt like it was moving in slow motion. Every floor we passed was torture.
"Fuck," I breathed out. "Dominic. The room. We need to actually get to the goddamn room."
He grinned against my neck, those amber eyes dark with promise. "We’ll make it there eventually."
That word sent shivers down my spine. Eventually meant he planned to take his time with me.
His hand slipped away and I actually whimpered at the loss.
But then he grabbed my hips, pulling me flush against him until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.
I could feel how much he wanted me, hard and urgent against my hip. It made me dizzy with need.
Just when his fingers hooked under the edge of my panties—
Ding.
The sound cut through the haze like a cold shower.
"Dominic," I tried again, but my voice was pure sex and we both knew it.
He just laughed, low and wicked, and kissed me again while the elevator slowed. Like he couldn’t help himself.
The doors opened to blessed empty hallway.
We stumbled out, my legs unsteady, his arm strong around my waist. He fumbled with the key card, hands not quite steady either.
"Having trouble?" I teased breathlessly.
His answering look promised retribution.
The lock finally clicked green.
He pushed the door open and before I could take in the suite, he had me pressed against the closed door.
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The overhead lights blazed to life, making us both squint.
Heat bloomed across my skin, spreading from my cheeks down my throat like wildfire. Everything felt hot and oversensitive.
Dominic’s pupils dilated, desire flaring sharp and hungry.
He deepened the kiss, and I melted back against the wall, my body hitting the cool surface of a full-length mirror. My whole body trembled under his touch.
Every sensation magnified beyond control.
When he finally pulled back, our lips stayed connected by the thinnest strand of moisture, glistening in the hotel’s amber lighting before breaking.
His forehead pressed against mine, both of us breathing hard. "What do you like about me?"
After I’d flown over 2000 miles to find him, every cell in his body seemed to vibrate with need for confirmation.
"Is it my devastatingly handsome face? My incredible body? Or something else?"
I bit my swollen lip, still catching my breath, and rolled my eyes. "Dominic, are you seriously this cocky?"
"So what if I am? You like me anyway."
My lips were tingling and swollen from his kisses. I pushed his hands away and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, my voice going soft and sultry. "What about you?"
I leaned back against the glass, my eyes still dark with want. "What do you like about me?"
He closed the distance with measured steps, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "Everything."
The moment the word left his mouth, I could hear my own heartbeat thundering.
Each pulse felt like it might explode right out of my chest. Then I heard the smile in his voice. "You probably think ’everything’ is a total cop-out. But I only tell the truth."
I’d always been insecure.
Never the perfect daughter my mother wanted. Completely destroyed by Zack’s betrayal. It made me careful. Guarded.
I was difficult, stubborn, quick-tempered.
Though I had a decent face, I guess.
"How long have you liked me?"
Dominic pressed his lips together. "Mm. A while."
"That’s not an answer."
He dodged the question, which only made me more determined to know. "That graffiti at Luna Academy, that was you?"
"Shit... you saw that?"
"You spray-painted it to be seen, didn’t you?" I called out his game.
"Alright, alright, sweetheart. Let’s not talk about that anymore."
He pulled me close and turned me around, pressing me back against the window.
"Baby, we look like we’re having a secret rendezvous."
