Unconditional (11 page)

Chapter Eight

R
i
nah gasped as
Dominic pulled her out of the elevator and into the foyer of his apartment. She quickly found herself pushed against one smooth wall and his hard body pinning her in place. His lips covered hers in an erotically sensual kiss that instantly melted away any resistance she might have mounted. It took only one taste of his familiar yet unique flavor to obliterate any coherent thought. She returned his kiss with all the built-up hunger and need from their months apart. The night before had only whetted her appetite for him. She missed him dreadfully, especially the ability to hold him and touch him at will. She shuddered violently against from the absolute blitz he’d mounted on her senses.

One kiss followed another, lips and tongues melding over and over. She couldn’t fathom how they’d been able to stay away from each other so long.

“I missed this, baby!”

She whimpered in agreement.

“No interruptions!” he growled.

Holding her firmly at the waist, he lifted her higher against the wall as he fell to his knees in front of her. He settled her legs on his shoulders, then, in impatience, tore her flimsy underwear from his intended target. She shivered violently at his aggressive action. His head swooped down and disappeared between her legs. He spread her legs wider to give him better access, to accommodate his questing mouth.

She gasped in stunned delight at the initial lick of the seams of her shaved pussy. He drove his tongue in, separating the hood and exploring the damp folds. Rolling her hips in trembling agitation, she wrapped her legs around his neck for purchase.

“So sweet, baby,” he breathed as he licked her drenched, hardened clit.

She whimpered in mindless distress. “Dom, please,” she begged softly. She gripped the strands of his thick hair, holding him close to her as he hungrily licked, nibbled, and probed at her quivering center. Her soft cries turned to a piercing scream when he latched on to her clit with his teeth and slid his finger into her core. A blistering orgasm ripped through her body.

Only when the last embers of her release were evident did Dominic rise to his feet and claim her lips in a tender kiss. He gently caressed her cheek with the pads of his fingertips. He held her tightly against him as her legs, still trembling from her explosive release, were too weak to support her weight.

Clinging to him for dear life, Rinah pushed any reservations she had about their intimacy to the back of her mind. Exploring the warm dark cervices of his mouth, as he had done hers, she gave herself over to the bliss of their all-consuming passion. It had always been like this.

She pulled his dress shirt from the waistband of his trousers, letting her hands urgently caress his body wherever she could reach: the muscular lines of his back, the hard, finely haired wall of his massive chest, and the chiseled, smooth planes of his stomach.

His big body trembled under her touch.

He wrapped her legs around his waist and drove into her in one hard thrust. She gasped in pain. They both stilled.

“Fuck, I forgot! Sorry, baby.”

She took a few moments to regain her breath before meeting his concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I forgot, too.” She giggled, to show him she was all right.

His self-disgust was evident in the tightening of his lips and his watchful, worried eyes. They both remembered how tender she’d been after the difficult, natural birth of their son. This time had been no different. He remained still, embedded deep within her, determined not to hurt her further. Holding on to his bulging biceps, she gingerly lifted off him and slowly sank back down on his hard length. The veins of his neck stood out harshly as he clenched his teeth, a testament to his focused restraint. Each rise and fall of her hips was accompanied with slight discomfort but she persisted until she was quivering again in need.

They both groaned in deep satisfaction at the bone-deep ecstasy, savoring the emotion in their joining. Gripping her waist, he stilled her movements. His fevered gaze held hers as he gently withdrew and then sensually slid back into her. He fused their lips. Their kiss, carnal and wild, escalated the intimacy between them to another level. Each thrust was slow and exquisitely precise, building their desire, and driving their hunger to levels that were almost unbearable in their intensity. The walls of her core gripped jealously around the hard, velvety ridges of his shaft. She cried out as he slid deeper. Her love for him overwhelmed her, as did the feeling of having his familiar thickness within her. She wept for the purity of the love they had once shared, and had lost. She wept because of the absolute perfection of their lovemaking, the knowledge that there was no one on earth who could make her feel so complete. She loved him with a depth that was forever imprinted on her soul, and made her tremble in submission. She was overwhelmed by it; she was drowning in it.

Instead of uttering those revealing words, she returned his kiss with renewed fervor.

Dominic noted her tears and gently kissed them away from her wet eyelids, her cheeks, and her lush lips. He tightened his grip at her waist. He increased his thrusts, his hips moving like a piston. He wanted to stamp his ownership on her. He sank his teeth in the fragrant cavity of her neck, holding the tender skin as he moved. He licked the bruised spot before trailing his lips down her fragrant flesh. Taking a creamy breast from its confines, he sucked the taut, dark nipple into his mouth.

She splintered around him, crying his name as her pussy gripped his cock. He growled in approval as the fierce pulsing of her snug core triggered his own explosive release.

He closed his eyes, refusing to let her see how devastated he was to have her back in his arms again. After the experiences of his youth and his time as a SEAL, he’d learned to shield his emotions from others. Now was no exception. He refused to let her see just how much he was under her spell or how quickly she could bring him to his knees. No one would use that weakness against him, ever again.

Dominic slid out of her and gently set her legs to the floor. He leaned into her softness for a few moments more. He acknowledged grimly that he’d just taken his wife, who had only given birth to their daughter just three months before, with no finesse, against an uncomfortable wall, with every article of their clothes still on. Her underwear hung in tatters around her waist. No wonder she cried.

“Sorry, baby.” He was thoroughly disgusted with himself. “There’s no excuse for hurting you.” He unflinchingly held her gaze, willing her to forgive him.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she murmured, frowning in confusion.

“You cried,” he muttered, impatient with her attempt to placate him.

But the crazy woman only grinned at him. “Nah, it was beautiful.” She stunned him by holding his face in her hands, and peppering him with gentle, loving kisses.

At first, he simply stood within her arms, letting her kiss him as she liked, but then, feeling the fiery lick of renewed lust, he crushed her soft lips beneath his again. He was intoxicated by her taste. This time would be different. He reverently removed her dress, bra, and ruined underwear. She didn’t remain passive in his arms, but popped the buttons of his shirt with impatient fingers, and in her haste, ripped an impressive hole in it. He stepped away from her and efficiently shed the rest of his clothes.

He gazed at her statuesque, nude frame, at the smooth skin and the voluptuous breasts, a size bigger due to her recent pregnancy, the slight slope to her otherwise flat stomach, and her round, lush ass. Everything about her stimulated his senses and fired his soul. The muscles in his body ached and constricted with the acute need to be inside her again.

Rinah reached out to touch him.

“What have you done, Dominic?” With eyes wide, she stared at the vicious scar on his chest. Then she looked lower, and gasped. “Answer me, dammit! What the hell did you do?”

“Language, sweetheart,” he mumbled softly.

“Dominic, don’t mess with me. Who did this to you?” She was horrified at the fresh damage to his sculptured physique. His body already had numerous old wounds from his time on active duty. But the sight of these new brutal looking injuries, which could have easily been fatal, stunned and terrified her. He had obviously suffered. Her eyes moistened at the thought.

“It’s nothing, baby, just a little scratch.”

“And still you’re being secretive? Enough with the SEAL shit, tell me what’s going on! When did this happen?” Her voice was frantic with fear.

He grasped her at her shoulders and knees and lifted her high in his arms, cradling her close to his chest. She wound her arms around his neck and buried her face against his warm skin. His familiar cologne engulfed her.

He smells
divine!

“Dominic?” She breathed, desire quickly clouding her judgment.

“Shh, baby, it’s nothing.”

“But”

He swooped down and captured her lips, effectively silencing her. Purposefully striding up the staircase and to the master bedroom without breaking their kiss, he gently laid her on his moonlit California king-sized bed.

The cool, crisp feel of the sheets against her back momentarily jilted Rinah back to reality. She stiffened and immediately recoiled from the bed. The thought of making love on the same bed that he’d probably slept in with Flavia was nauseating. Pain reverberated throughout her body. She pushed at his chest as he descended on top of her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t…” She sobbed.

“What?”

“Did she sleep here?” She couldn’t bring herself to say the other woman’s name. Trying to move him was like trying to move a huge tree. He didn’t budge. His hips were wedged between her thighs, his hardness against her softness.

“Fuck! How could you think of such poison at a time like this? We bought this bed when we got married and no other woman has ever been in it. No other woman, baby. No one!”

She couldn’t ignore the absolute sincerity in his voice.

While her brain told her that this was a mistake, her body ignored that caution, and curled in surrender into his hard frame. In that moment, she believed him, and felt light and carefree for the first time in months. The oppressive emotions from before were replaced with a love that couldn’t be denied: powerful, sweet, piercing love.

“Please love me.” She needed him to erase the bitterness, the desolation his absence and her suspicions had garnered.

“There’s no going back, Rin. No more separation.” He kissed her softly and trailed his lips along her jaw line to her scented neck. “I want my wife back.” He skimmed over her painfully swollen nipples, brushing them briefly and holding them gently between his lips again and again, not sucking or nibbling at them as she craved.

“I want back in our bed.”

Rinah twisted helplessly against his retraining hold. “Dom, please!” she begged in distress.

He ignored her pleas and continued his sensual onslaught. With feather-light kisses, he caressed her stomach and hips. “You’re mine. Tonight you will never again doubt that,” he declared gruffly, covering her pussy with his hot mouth.

She screeched as his tongue dove into her folds. The room echoed with her cries. With her back arched and hips raised to give him better access, she trembled on the precipice of another orgasm. His lips hovered over her core, lightly blowing on the quivering flesh, but deliberately denying her relief.

She whimpered in distress. “Dom?” she asked uncertainly.

“Are we back together?” he whispered huskily, with a moist lick of her painfully erect clit.

She gazed back at him, peering with little success through dim room. “You know the answer to that.”

“No, sweetheart. Not that easily, you have to say it.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. He sensually caressed her outer thighs with his hands, and the sensitive skin between her legs with his lips. She pulsed with need, gripping his hair, trying to guide him where she wanted him most. Moaning deep in her throat, she shivered uncontrollably as he swooped down and drove his tongue in her glistening core.

The intimate kiss ended abruptly. Her eyes popped open and she groaned in distress.

“Say it,” he whispered against her taut, throbbing bud.

“I hate you.” Her eyes glistened in passionate surrender.

A husky laugh greeted that statement.

“No more hiding, baby. We belong together,” a sensual swipe, “in my bed”, another tormenting probe, “sharing our lives.” He suddenly rose above her. Palming her ass, he slid deeply into her wet center.

He crushed her lips with his, and sensually stroked in and out of her. Each thrust, each swirl of his tongue against hers, was a statement of dominance, a reaffirmation of his place in her life. He was so incredibly tender and patient, moving with determination until she convulsed violently and cried out in fulfillment.

He growled deep in his throat as he climaxed above her, shuddering uncontrollably in the aftermath.

Much later, after a shared shower where he insisted on washing every inch of her, which resulted in more loving, they fell exhausted on the rumbled bed.

“Come away with me.”

“What?” Rinah was now having a disquieting moment of the magnitude of her surrender, all without any real explanation from him, or promise of commitment. It made her feel woefully insecure again.

“I want to take you and the kids out on the yacht. We can tour Greece for a few weeks.”

“Will you finally tell me what you’ve been up to?”

“We will have plenty of time to talk about anything you want to.”

“When do you want to leave?” Getting him all to herself for an extended time was too good an opportunity to pass up. Finally they could talk about their marriage without any interruption.

“I have to sort a few things out in the office tomorrow. But we can be on the jet by late afternoon.”

“Okay. Can you take me home now?”

“I had the nanny pack a bag for you and the kids, and they’re in their bedroom here in the apartment.”

“What? Why would you bring them out of their comfortable beds without discussing it with me?” She rounded on him with censure.