“Then we’ll go to bed.” He smiled wickedly.
“That wasn’t what I was suggesting.”
“Would you rather we made out on the couch?”
She lifted her chin. “I’m not a sex doll. Maybe I want to talk.”
He collapsed onto her sofa and spread his arms across the top. “Okay. Talk about what?”
Well, damn, she’d not expected him to capitulate so easily. She scrambled. “Your brother. Did you find him?”
“I did.”
“And?” she grumbled, sitting across from him in a hardback chair. Not as comfortable as a couch cushion or his lap.
“The little fucker thought it would be a bright idea to smoke some unknown substance. In the woods, by himself. He ended up having some hard-core hallucinations. He’s lucky he didn’t get hurt.”
“But he’s okay?”
“Yeah. But he tripped pretty hard. Got naked and ran around for about an hour. Says he doesn’t recall a single thing.”
“What the heck did he smoke?”
“That’s the weird thing. My brother Raymond, he’s got connections, so he sent the baggie of dope to his buddy, who swears it’s catnip.”
“Catnip doesn’t get people high.” She wrinkled her nose.
“That’s what I said. I should add I took a whiff of what was in that bag. It was definitely more than just catnip.”
“Did you get stoned, too?” she asked.
“A bit. Yeah,” he admitted.
“Okay, that’s weird. I could have sworn I once read an article that said catnip didn’t affect humans.” A quick search on her phone only reinforced that truth.
Dom frowned. “That doesn’t make sense because Ray’s friends seemed pretty sure.”
She tapped her lower lip and then said, “I’ve got an idea. Wait here a second.”
It took her only a few minutes to knock on her neighbor’s door, and then she was back with a spray bottle.
He eyed it. “What is that?”
“Catnip juice. Maureen, my upstairs neighbor, has like four cats. Figured she might have some.” She spritzed it into the air and sniffed. Wrinkled her nose. “Not exactly appetizing.”
And yet, even as she said it, he’d slunk off the couch and was on his knees in front of her, eyes closed, face lifted.
“What are you talking about? That smell… Fuck me, that’s good.”
It was weird how he softened and yet hardened at the same time. She sprayed the air again, and he caught it with his skin and breathed deeply then released the air in a low rumble.
When he opened his eyes, there was a wildness in their depths.
“Annie.” He purred her name.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Never better.” He put his hands on her hips and pressed his face to her groin. Blew hotly through her pants. She gasped, her fingers curling in his hair.
He nipped at her through the fabric, and she moaned. Swayed.
“Where’s the bed?” Before she could answer, he’d stood and lifted her into his arms.
He kissed her as he found the door to her bedroom then laid her down gently.
Still kissing.
There was a sexiness to his actions, a reckless abandon as he tugged off her shirt, growling in his haste. Especially when it got caught and she had to help him.
Her breasts were encased in her good bra, put on in anticipation. She was glad she’d not changed out of it before his arrival.
He buried his face in the valley between her breasts and breathed hotly.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Actually, it was probably a bad idea to sleep with him, but she didn’t care. He drove her wild. Made her want.
Her turn to yank at his shirt, wanting to feel the firmness of his flesh against her. Their pants hit the floor in a frenzy that rid her of underwear, too.
There was none of the awkwardness that sometimes happened the first time all parties got fully naked. He was built like a brick house. Solid all over.
And he appeared to love her body. It wasn’t just his hands worshipping her. His gaze smoldered. His dick…
It bobbed, hard and more than ready.
He cupped her pussy and growled. “Wet.”
He moved until he could nuzzle her mound. She grabbed at his hair as she parted her thighs.
“Smell so good,” he whispered against her nether lips.
His first lick was a slow, long swipe. She shuddered and sighed his name. “Dom.”
He tongued her, making her flesh quiver. Her hips gyrated. She dug her nails into his scalp.
She cried out as the tip of his tongue flicked rapidly, teased back and forth against her clit.
So good.
So very, very good.
She gasped and writhed.
He kept stroking until she had her first orgasm. She cried out, and her back arched. The climax rippled through her, and still he licked. Until she began whimpering.
Needing.
“Dom.” She moaned his name.
“Give me a sec,” he growled. She heard the crinkle of plastic and, through lids heavy with passion, watched him put on the condom.
When he finally unrolled it, he caught her gaze and rumbled, “Mine.”
Possessive and sexy.
Palming her ass cheeks, he dragged her to the edge of the bed and lifted her to the right height. He prodded her with his erect cock, rubbing the swollen head against her slick pussy. Teasing them both.
“Dom.” His name emerged with a low, guttural sound this time.
He slid into her, and she arched. Breathing hitched, she felt him stretching her. Filling her. So perfect.
Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, she let him control the pace. He held her firmly and pressed in and out of her with a slowness that was both excruciating and amazing.
He thrust, in and out, creating a delicious friction that suddenly turned into pressure as he drove deep and then proceeded to rotate only his hips, grinding into her.
Hitting her sweet spot.
Over and over.
Until her fingers clawed at his shoulders.
Only when she screamed and came on his cock did he start thrusting again, drawing out the waves of her orgasm and then transcending it.
She’d never been pleasured to near death.
And it took a while for her to come back down to earth. To find herself cradled in his arms, spooned against him, his face in her hair.
Smart man, he didn’t say a word. Just cuddled.
13
In the middle of the night, Dominick woke with a major thirst. Carefully, so as not to disturb Anika, he slipped out of bed, and padded quietly to the kitchen.
As he poured himself a glass of water from the tap, he noticed the stupid catnip fragrance bottle. Earlier, it took only a spritz for him to lose a bit of control and ravish Anika—not that he needed much encouragement.
Did it really affect him? Anika wasn’t here to distract. He lifted the bottle to his nose and took a good whiff. Fucking amazing. No wonder felines loved it.
Before he could question his sanity, he poured some—all—into his glass of water and carried it to the window, where he peeked out. This time of night, the neighborhood lay dormant, the streetlights illuminating empty sidewalks.
Almost empty.
He saw the bright flare of a cigarette. Someone outside having a smoke. No big deal. He took a swig of his water.