The Sacrificial Lamb (30 page)

After a few moments he lifted his head and placed a light kiss under her belly button. Alex still had her hands in his hair, and she tugged him up her body. Domenic put his palms on the bed and allowed her to pull his face to hers. He wasn’t sure if she would want him to kiss her, but if it bothered her she showed no qualms. Their tongues met and glided across one another sensuously. He was getting more turned on by the minute and knew he would burst if they continued making out like teenagers.

Alex’s hands slid down his chest and over his stomach. Now it was his turn to jerk at her soft touch. One hand ran between his legs and cupped his erection.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her shoulder.

“That’s the plan,” she said in an amused voice.

He moved against her hand, and Alex began a slow stroking rhythm. They began kissing again. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down as far as they would go. She moved her hands to his chest and urged him to stand up. When he did, Alex sat up and pulled his clothing off.

Domenic stood there and let her gaze drift over his entire body. She had seen most of it before, except for one crucial part. She smiled, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. He just about groaned aloud. Extending a hand, she put it on his hip and pulled him closer. With her other hand, she reached out and ran her soft fingers along his shaft. This time he did groan out loud—her touch felt so good.

Feeling a little bolder, Alex took hold of him tighter and stroked up and down a couple of times. She watched his face, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips, the look incongruous with his innocent image of her. Then Alex’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and that thought flew out of his mind. The warm wetness enveloped him, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Alex, that feels so good,” he managed to get out between clenched teeth.

She used her tongue to tickle the underside of his shaft and occasionally circle the head. Keeping hold of the base, Alex moved her hand along with her mouth to give him a dual sensation of pleasure. Domenic leaned his head back, having no idea what to do with his hands. Any other woman and he would have grabbed a handful of her hair and started to thrust deeper into her mouth, but this was
Alex
.

After a few more minutes, he could feel himself getting closer, so he took hold of Alex’s shoulders and pulled away. Before she could ask why he’d stopped her, he leaned over and silenced her with a searing kiss. Domenic coaxed Alex into the middle of the bed and lay on top of her. Balancing on his elbows, he brushed her hair back from her face. He kissed her eyelids, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then drew his tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth, and he sucked her lip between his. His cock pressed right against her, and she moved her hips restlessly. The sensation sent waves of lust through him, and he had to stop himself from thrusting into her.

Rising up, Domenic reached out to his bedside table and grabbed a condom, thankful there had been a box in the duffle bag he’d brought. He rolled them over so Alex was straddling him. Alex reached forward and took the condom from him, deftly rolling it down his length. Watching her take charge of the situation was almost enough to set him off.

“
Fuck me
,” he groaned.

“Like I said, that’s the plan,” Alex murmured as she positioned his cock at her entrance and lowered herself with excruciating slowness. Domenic resisted the urge to thrust upward, grasping her hips firmly instead. He didn’t need Alex to tell him it had been a while since she’d been with anyone. Fuck, she was tight—almost agonizingly so. Tight and hot. Tight, hot, and wet. And
fuck
.

Alex whimpered as he entered her to the hilt, and Domenic had to squeeze his eyes shut and think of baseball stats so he didn’t come right then and there. Once he regained some control, he opened his eyes to see Alex watching him. He reached up to caress her face, and she closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. She began moving her hips, slowly at first, until she became accustomed to the feel of him inside of her. Soon her pace picked up, and she made little noises of pleasure. They increased as he began touching her breasts. Alex curled her hands around his forearms to give her better leverage and kept up a steady pace.

Watching her was incredible. Alex was breathtaking. It might have been because he loved her, but everything about this experience was different. All his senses were heightened, brighter, more intense. Domenic wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. He had to take matters in his own hands.

Licking his thumb, he placed it against the top of her cleft, and she jerked in surprise. He rubbed slow circles and watched her shudder a few times in succession.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” Alex threw her head back with her eyes shut. Her hips moved faster, and he increased the pressure on her clit.

“That’s it. Let go, Alex,” he encouraged.

“Yes, there! That’s it!” Her head came forward, eyes still closed, mouth slack, as her body began to convulse. She barely made any noise as the spasms increased, just breathless exhalations.

Domenic sat up and wrapped his arms around Alex, her head came up and their lips met. He wanted to feel connected to her in every way possible. Slipping his hands under hair, he held her head, kissing her tenderly. She was cupping his face and running her fingers over his cheeks and jaw, memorizing his body with her hands.

Alex began moving her hips again in a sinuous twist. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders, and her breasts rubbed against his chest. It didn’t take long for his desire to build up and coil within him once again. In this new position, he could hold Alex close, kiss her, and look into her eyes. Domenic swept her hair back from her shoulders and ran his fingers lightly down her back, finding the spot from the night before. Alex shivered against him and drove her tongue deeper into his mouth.

Taking hold of her hips, he began moving her quicker. Now she had both arms around him and was moaning in his mouth. Domenic felt a small burst of heat bloom in his stomach and spread outward. His body began to quake, and his breath came out in a gust.

“Alex,” he groaned as his release shook him. Domenic put his forehead against the crook of her neck and she clasped him to her. When it was over, he fell back, bringing Alex with him. She let out a little squeak and began to laugh. He smiled at the feel of her body on top of his and kissed her forehead.

They lay still for a while. Alex laid her head on his shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair. Domenic rolled her over so she was lying beside him, leaned in to kiss her, and got out of bed to clean up. When he returned, Alex was curled up on her side. She watched him come back to the bed and smiled sleepily. He crawled over to her, gathering her in his arms. She threw one leg over his and sighed.

“What’s your last name?” Alex asked after a few minutes.

“My last name?”

“Yeah, I just realized that I don’t even know your last name.”

“D’Angelo.”

“D’Angelo? Oh.”

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason…” Alex shook her head, and Domenic glanced down to see her face turning red.

“Did you figure you should know the last name of the guy you’re sleeping with?” he asked with a grin. Alex turned even redder, and she buried her face in his shoulder.

“How do you
do
that?” he heard her say, muffled by his skin.

“Do what?” he said, chuckling at her. Alex propped her chin up on her hand and gave him a penetrating gaze.

“Know exactly what I’m thinking.”

He shrugged. “It’s not that I know what you’re thinking, so much as this—” he smiled, brushing a finger down her cheek “—gives you away, every time.” As if on demand, her skin pinked up under his touch.

“Stupid face,” she mumbled, tucking her flaming face back into his shoulder.

“It’s not stupid,” he said, placing a finger under her chin and lifting it back up. “I think it’s sweet.”
It’s one of the things I love about you
, he added silently. Alex smiled and turned her face to kiss his chest. She looked away, pensive for a moment.

“You have to leave soon.”

“Tomorrow.”

“That quick?”

“I wanted to put it off, but I have to get in touch with Russell to make sure your father knows you’re safe.” Domenic shifted so that he was on his side facing Alex. “I won’t be gone long.”

“What if someone comes?” Alex asked. She looked frightened, and he pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin. It gave Domenic a small thrill to be able to touch her so freely now, without having to hold back.

“You’ll be hiding and safe.”

“What if they find me?”

“No one will find you.”

“Take me with you?” Alex asked in a small childlike voice. It speared him to his core.

“I can’t, Alex. It’s not safe.”

“Then it’s not safe for you either!”

Domenic took her by the shoulders and pulled away, giving her a small shake. “Listen to me—I can take care of myself. If someone is out there looking for me, I can do whatever it takes to survive. I
can’t
do that if I’m worried about you getting killed. Do you understand?” Alex’s bottom lip began to quiver, and her eyes got that glassy look. “No, don’t cry!” he begged and cursed himself for being too forceful.

“I’m sorry!”

“Ah,
fuck
.” Domenic exhaled and pulled Alex close once more.

“I don’t want you to go,” she said, sniffling.

“I don’t
want
to go, but I have to.”

Alex nodded her head against his chest.

“Let’s get dressed. I need to show you something.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

He loosened his grip and lifted up on his elbow so he could look down at her. Alex’s nose was pin-tipped, and her eyes were still a little watery. Domenic brushed away the silver tracks her tears had left and kissed her forehead. After a moment, he leaned down again and brushed his lips against hers. Alex wound her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He felt a familiar twitch and broke away reluctantly.

“There will be time for that later,” he said, giving her a playful slap on the behind. “Come on, get changed.”

“Fine,” Alex grumbled. She sat up in the bed and looked around. “Um…where are my clothes?”

After pulling on his shorts, Domenic looked around for Alex’s clothing. He found her shorts and panties tossed by the side of the bed and handed them to her. Getting on his knees, he fished her bra out from under the bed. He grinned, trying to figure out how it had gotten there. He threw it on the bed and went to grab her shirt from the other room as she struggled into the undergarment. Personally, he’d prefer she didn’t wear one at all but figured he should keep that little thought to himself. Domenic picked up Alex’s shirt from the floor and put it to his face, inhaling. A larger smile replaced the grin as he went over the last hour they’d spent together. He dropped his hand before walking into the room and sat on the bed beside Alex.

Pulling the shirt over her head, she looked at him quizzically. Her hair was mussed, lips swollen, and she had razor burn and what looked like the beginning of a hickey on her neck. Domenic was sure he looked pretty smug at that moment because she looked like a woman who had been bedded well. He snapped back to focus when Alex gave him a pointed look.

Reaching out, he opened the drawer of his bedside table, took out his smaller thirty-eight, and put it on the bed. Alex eyed it nervously, no doubt wondering what the hell he was doing. Perhaps she was regretting what just happened between them, thinking he wanted to do some perverted sex play with the gun.

“This is a .38 Special,” he said, pushing at the gun with a finger.

“Okay?”

“I’m going to teach you how to use it.”

Alex’s eyes widened, and she shook her head.

“You were right. When I go, you’ll be here alone and unprotected. I want you to keep this with you.”

“Domenic, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Yes, it is. Remember when I gave you the knife?”

She nodded solemnly.

“Marco didn’t expect you to have one, and it gave you the upper hand. Same thing.”

“But I’m no match for one of those guys!”

“No, you aren’t. But no one is going to expect to find you with a gun,” he pointed out, “let alone that you know how to use one.”

“But what if I shoot
you
by mistake when you come back?”

“Try not to do that, okay?” he answered dryly and chucked her under the chin. “Ready to go?”

“No. But I guess I have no choice.”

“You always have a choice,” he said in a serious tone, looking at her intently.

Alex’s lip quirked up as she smiled at him. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

“That’s my girl.” Domenic winked at her and got up off the bed, holding out his hand for her to take.