Chapter 14 "What are you doing here?" I placed my hand over my chest. "I drove home as soon as I figured out that you'd left the bar. I didn't think I'd beat you. You should've let me take you back." "You left your date?" "I apologized and excused myself. Left her sitting there with your date, actually." "That's so wrong." I chuckled. He shrugged. "Barely met her, and I wasn't feeling it. Better not to waste her time." "You really didn't need to follow me home." "Technically you followed me. What took you so damn long?" "First car I called ghosted me. Then I stopped at the store." I sighed. "Anyway, I still don't understand why you're here." "I was the reason you left. I upset you when I argued with Art Boy." "Are you kidding? That was the best part of the night." "Thought maybe I overstepped and ruined your date." "Well, I ruined yours last time, so I guess we're even." "Technically, you've ruined two of my dates." He wriggled his brows. "Not that I'm counting." "I think I'm addicted to stealing you away from people," I admitted. He moved toward me. "Are you stealing me, or am I unable to see anything else when you're around?" "You tell me." My breaths quickened. "Although I find that hard to believe. That chick was the prettiest one so far. Surprised you didn't want to hook up with her." He inched closer. "The only woman I want to take home and fuck is the one I live with." My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Holy shit. He placed the back of his hand against my cheek. "I couldn't even tell you what color her eyes were." Without warning, I closed my eyes, turned away from him, and panted, "What color are my eyes?" His breath danced over my cheek as he answered, "Neither blue nor green...aquamarine." I opened my eyes as I remembered what he'd written on that restaurant bill. "Oh my God. The note." "Now you get it." His mouth curved into a smile. "Your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever looked into. Aquamarine with the tiniest speckles of gold, actually, in a certain light. I've been transfixed from the very beginning. You've owned me from day one, whether you knew it or not." Dorian shook his head. "I've tried so hard not to cross the line with you. But seeing another man so much as brush up against you tonight made me feral." I swallowed. "I felt the same way seeing you with someone." "I should've broken his fucking neck for disrespecting you." He looked down at my body. "Why did you have to look so sexy tonight? These fucking leather pants. You had me really wanting a tequila shot." When I realized what he meant, my body tingled. I could practically feel his tongue on me all over again. "If I'd known you liked leather, I would've pulled these out a long time ago." Silence filled the air as he looked at me. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. "Fuck it..." He closed the space between us, taking my mouth with his. He groaned, low and deep, vibrating down my throat. Oh. My. God. His lips felt better than I could've imagined. He tasted better than I could've imagined. This night was better than I could've imagined. "You've wanted me to lose control for a long time, haven't you?" As his hands cradled my face, he nudged my mouth open with his eager tongue. "Well, this is me losing it." I could practically taste the desperation. Raking my fingers through the shiny black hair I'd always longed to touch, I closed my eyes and wondered if I was dreaming. Dorian's hands lowered to my ass. He squeezed and muttered over my lips, "These fucking leather pants. They make me want to fuck you so hard." He circled his tongue around mine as I felt the heat of his rock-hard cock at my groin. Then he stepped back. His chest heaved. Please don't stop. He looked at me hazily as he reached for my hand and pulled me toward the stairway. I'd never climbed so fast. It felt like we flew upstairs. I followed him to his room, realizing the dogs were nowhere to be found. When the door shut behind us, Dorian lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his torso. Our mouths met again, brought together by what felt like magnetic force as his erection throbbed beneath me. Dorian spun around and moved us closer to the bed. A second later, I felt my back bounce against the mattress. Then Dorian was on top of me, ravaging my neck. An unintelligible sound escaped me as I relished the feel of his mouth on my skin. I stretched my legs wide to make room for him. Dorian kissed down the length of my body before reaching to unsnap my pants. "Is this okay?" he murmured. I nodded eagerly and uttered an incoherent sound. The next several seconds were a blur. Clothes flew everywhere as our bodies rubbed desperately against one another until we were skin to skin. When he knelt over me, I got the first look at his beautiful, hard cock. He lowered himself as the tip dripped precum on my stomach. I grew wetter than I could ever remember. As the muscles between my legs throbbed, I clawed at his back, and he spread my legs apart. A moment later, Dorian stilled as he looked down at me and caressed my face. "Do you want me inside of you, Primrose?" I had to smile at that direct question, paired with the vulnerability in his eyes. As if there's any doubt. I answered by reaching up and pulling his lips against mine. That was almost immediately followed by the burn of him entering me. Fuck. His body shuddered. Dorian moved his thick shaft in and out of me. When he pushed harder, I gasped, unable to fathom how sex had never felt like this before, so raw and powerful. That tender question he'd asked to request permission was the last gentle part. Much to my thrill, Dorian fucked me relentlessly, his low groans matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I lifted my hips, wanting him deeper inside me. There was no such thing as deep enough, given how long I'd waited for this. He wrapped his hand around my neck as he moved his hips, a delicate possessiveness I absolutely loved. The bed rocked as Dorian ravaged me, and every movement in and out felt tight as he filled me completely. The muscles between my legs pulsed as I fought the urge to climax. It wasn't until I felt his body shake over me that I let myself go. Dorian made a guttural sound that vibrated through my body as I felt the sweet heat of his cum filling me. No matter what happened between us, I would never get over this man. After, we were both breathless as we came down from the high of our orgasms. I would likely be in shock for days. Not only had Dorian fucked me, but he'd fucked me the way no one ever had. Blissfully sated, we turned to each other. I rested my chin on my hand as I stared into his eyes. "Well, that was an interesting homecoming." "Emphasis on the coming..." He panted. "You're fucking exquisite." "What the hell changed?" I asked. "Nothing changed in terms of my feelings. I've always been this crazy about you. I just happened to lose my mind after seeing you with another man. I came home expecting to talk to you, not attack you. But I lost control the moment I laid eyes on you again. The truth is, I've wanted this for a long time. I just needed a straw to break the camel's back. Tonight was fucking it." "And now here we are." "Here we are," he repeated softly. "What's next?" "I have no clue. This is all against my better judgment. I'm scared shitless to ruin things with you. You're all I fucking have that's good in life. But rather than waste time worrying about why something that feels so right has to be wrong, why don't I cook for you tomorrow night, and we'll take it from there?" My eyes widened. "I thought you didn't make anything besides apple crisp." "I don't. But I think it would be a nice gesture and a way for me to say thank you for putting up with me." "Putting out for you or putting up with you?" I teased, running my finger over his chin. "Both." He winked. "But please don't stop putting out for me. Because now I'm addicted, and I'm most definitely going to need to fuck you again, multiple times." "You're not the only one." His expression turned serious. "I'm actually a bit freaked out by my lack of control. I didn't wear a condom." "I'm quite aware of that. The evidence is between my legs." "That's not a precaution I normally forget. This is a conversation we probably should've had before we had sex, but I want you to know I'm clean. I had a full check-up before I left Boston, and I haven't been with anyone since I got here." "Me, too. And I have an IUD. So we're good. I wouldn't have let you do it if I wasn't protected." "Well, at least one of us was thinking with their brain. All I was able to think about was getting inside of you." "I wouldn't mind an encore." I batted my lashes. "You think I'm gonna let you out of this bed without an encore?" Smiling blissfully, I looked around. "Where are the dogs, by the way?" "When I got home tonight, they were jumping all over me, wanting to play. Practically took my balls off for real this time. I didn't want you to walk into that ruckus-I really did think we were just gonna talk, believe it or not-so I asked Benjamin if he'd keep them next door." "The dogs are not gonna be happy about sleeping in the guest house tonight." "There's only room for one woman in my bed tonight, not three." "You really haven't been with anyone since Boston?" "I haven't. And you wanna know something else?" "What?" "You're the first woman I've ever slept with in this house." My eyes widened. "Get outta here. How is that possible?" "Very easy. I never brought women home when I lived with my father. And there hasn't been anyone since I've been back." "Who's the last person you were with?" "I was seeing someone casually, but regularly, back in Boston." "Casually, meaning she was desperately hoping for more, and you strung her along?" "I never made promises." I stiffened. "That's why I have to be careful with you." "You're the one who has to be careful? You told me yourself that you've broken up with every guy you've dated before he had a chance to end things. I fear I'm the one on the chopping block here." He had a point. Only time would tell which of us would break the other's heart. In a romance-themed observation show, several participants undergo a series of interactions and conflicts filled with love, misunderstandings, and power struggles. In the end, one couple rises to over...