Shutout (The Renegades Series Book 5) (18 page)

Hailee

His lips felt so good on hers. Dominic’s tongue swept along the outside of her mouth for a moment before retreating. Her brain knew that they were still in the hallway of the reception hall, and that the wedding party and all the guests were still inside celebrating. Her body didn’t care. Dom’s talented lips made her weak at the knees, and walking would prove difficult at the moment.

Probably not as difficult as it would be for him
. She knew what was pressing between her thighs. Dominic was overwhelming her senses, and tonight she was intoxicated by him.

“Please come home with me,” he murmured.

She wanted to, but couldn’t find her voice. Ironically, he was a gorgeous hockey player and his stick pressed against her, clouding her senses. Her heart pounded as she looked up at him. Every time he’d touched her tonight, her mind had moved farther and farther away from why she left him. She missed him. She craved him. All she could do was nod.

Dom grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her to his truck.

“Hey! These heels aren’t made for running, you know.”

“So take them off.” His voice was low and intense. She remembered that from when they were together; it was his bedroom voice. But if you ever heard it on the ice, it was deadly.

They were only about halfway to his truck. It looked so far away. “I’m not taking off my heels.” Before Hailee could finish the words, he pressed his warm lips to hers. His tongue flicked her lips open and explored her mouth. Her knees trembled and she was swept away by his kiss. When he pulled away, he was holding her heels, and had swept her off her own feet. Literally. Dominic picked her up and carried her, cradled in his arms, to his truck.

“How did you… What are you doing?”
How…? When did he get my heels off
?

“Sweet-tart, don’t question it. Just hold the cake.”

The drive to his place was quick. Every intersection had a green light and there was no traffic. In her mind, it was a sign that this wasn’t the wrong thing to do. It didn’t matter though, because the second he touched any part of her body she was going to forget any thoughts of not doing this. He was like an addiction. That was the exact reason why the past three years she had stayed as far away from him as she could.

The mood in the cab of his truck was thick with tension. The engine roared as he sped down the highway. Dominic reached over, setting his hand on her knee, sliding it under her skirt so it rested directly on her thigh. His hand was warm and rough.
And there goes any rational thought
.

Within minutes he pulled into the parking lot of his complex. She had rushed out of here so quickly the other week, that she hadn’t stopped to take any notice of the place. It didn’t look like your normal apartments. It had to be only six or so floors, and from the parking lot, the feel was that it was a more expensive building. Their place together in Ontario wasn’t shabby, but it wasn’t like this.

“Nice place.” Her heart was thumping in her chest, and her body warmed as he caressed her thigh after shutting off the engine.

“Ready?” His eyes sparkled, and that damn flirty smile was back. Before she could answer, he hopped out of the truck and ran around to open her door. Grabbing her hand, he assisted her out of the vehicle.

As her feet touched the pavement, her heels back on again, his strong arms pulled her against him. Dom leaned down, his lips lingering just inches from hers, his hot breath on her face. He softly ran his knuckles down the side of her cheek, and chills ran through her. She couldn’t focus on anything but his lips. For some unknown reason, words just came falling out. “I wanted you to kiss me in the church.”

“Oh sweet-tart, don’t worry, I’ll more than make up for it, but I need to get you inside first.” The cocky, flirty grin on his face made her insides turn to goo. When he grabbed her hand, she mindlessly followed him inside like a little puppy dog.

“Dominic,” Hailee murmured as she stared at him in the elevator. But he put his finger to her lips and made a “shhh” sound.

The elevator doors opened on the top floor. He held her hand the whole way down the hallway. “Listen, I’m okay if we end up just talking.” He unlocked the door, inviting her inside the spacious loft. Shutting the door behind him, he spun her around, shoving her against the door with a gentle thud. “But I sure hope we don’t.”

A gasp escaped her as his mouth met hers. His lips were warm when they assaulted hers. She wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in him. His cologne surrounded her, his scent was intoxicating, and the taste of his lips made her dizzy with need.

Clarity shone through for a moment, and that one moment was enough to have her questioning her actions.
Wait, what am I doing
?
Standing here in his apartment, wrapped up in his arms. Woah, this needs to slow down
.

“Wow.” Taking a moment for a breather, Hailee pulled away and glanced around the loft. “This place is huge. I never noticed the last time I was here.”

“Yes, the three of us have plenty of space.”

What? Who else lived here? “Three?”

“Me and Kaden. And this little guy.” He picked up a dark gray cat as it meowed. Her insides exploded at the sight of him cuddling that adorable little cat.

“Aw, he’s so cute.” Dom always had liked animals. But her eyes weren’t on the cat. He was cute and normally she would grab the cat and snuggle him, but right now, she was talking about Dominic.
What is wrong with me
? “What’s his name again?”

“Smokey.” Dom’s eyes darkened as they slowly devoured her. The grin that slid across his lips warmed her to the core, and lit a fire in her stomach, a fire that threatened to creep lower. The cat caught her attention as he started to squirm. “But he has to go. He has things to do. And so do I.”

“Wha—”

His lips crashed down onto hers, making that fire slide straight between her legs. Forgetting all about his cat, she locked her fingers behind his neck as he lifted her hips to meet his. Her skirt was very restrictive and there was no way she could wrap her legs around him like she craved to do. She could feel how hard he was through his pants, and she wanted to be closer. His hand ran through her hair, and as a moan formed in the back of her throat, she arched her hips into him.

Dominic pulled his mouth away and gazed down at her. She couldn’t stop the hard breaths that came out of her. Her heart drummed hard against her chest. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her around her thighs and tossed her up onto his shoulder.

“Dominic! What are you doing?” She squealed.

His actions surprised her, but excited her as well. Without a word, he carried her through the apartment and kicked open a door. Standing her up, he slid his lips over her cheek. The room was dark until he turned on a small dimmed light in the corner of the room. His bedroom. Even in the shadows, she could still see his cocky, sexy grin, and feel his eyes consume her.

Dominic’s lips slid down her neck and over her collarbone. His hands ran over her hips and tugged at the fabric of her dress, bunching it up, and with one quick movement, he pulled it up over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Standing in front of him in only her bra, underwear and nylons, she felt more exposed than when she was dancing at the club.

His hands grabbed at her nylons, sliding them down to the ground, and as if it were instinct, she stepped out of them. But it was his turn now.
Before I take off another stitch, it’s his
—

Dominic kissed her mouth, parting her lips with his tongue. His hand pushed into her hair and tugged at the strands, making her gasp into his mouth. His other hand ran across her bare midsection, tickling her skin. She kissed him back, letting him explore her mouth with his. No longer worried about standing before him exposed, she wanted his hands on her.

Her fingers trailed down his jacket. She broke their kiss and began undoing the buttons, and then tossed it onto the closest chair. She loosened his tie, and his eyes closed as her fingers ran over the fresh stubble on his face. As she skimmed her finger over his lips, his tongue poked out to lightly lick at it. Heat rushed through her body, pooling between her legs.

His lips followed his fingertips as they traced over her shoulder tattoos and then the ones down her arm, sending chills through her body. She unbuttoned his dress shirt one button at a time, revealing the ink on his chest. The shirt still was tucked into his pants but she couldn’t resist his tattoos. Sliding the shirt off his shoulders, she ran her fingers over his collarbone and across his chest. His breathing quickened, his eyes intent on her. She pressed her hand over his heart, and could feel it pound against his chest.

His lips met hers again, pulling her into a wave of passion as his tongue swept over her lips. “Hailee…” he whispered against her lips.

Her body was overriding everything her brain was saying; she wanted him. Now. She missed his touch. Hailee tugged at his slacks, but they were secured with not only a button and zipper, but a belt. As she fumbled, his large hands covered hers and quickly unfastened them and let them drop to the floor. He toed off his shoes before stepping out of the pants.

Her glance swept over him. The professional hockey league had been good to him because he was more muscular than the last time she had seen him. His muscles rippled and invited her touch. His body was adorned with ink, so many designs, each one moving her eye to the next. An amazing tiger sat on his neck, its mouth open showing teeth, snarling. His last name ZANETTI curved around his neckline. His arms were covered in colored ink, some graphics so intricate she would need a closer look.

Before she could, he pulled away from her, discarded his socks, then brought her onto the bed with him, pinning her under his massive body. His weight on top of her felt so good, so right. His lips took over hers, fiercely consuming her mouth. His kiss was harder and more forceful than before; she reciprocated with one just as passionate.
Don’t let go
.

She locked her fingers behind his neck, keeping him in place. His hands traveled around her waist to her bra, then unhooked it with one swift movement. His hand slid under the now loose fabric, cupping her waiting breast. His rough hands caressed her nipple and drew little circles around it.

He kissed the side of her mouth before moving to her nipple. His warm mouth lowered against her, his tongue swirling around the taut peak. Her breath grew ragged with every sweep of his tongue, her underwear now damp. With every suck, her senses were heightened more, causing her to jump when he caressed her stomach. His hand moved lower, and lower. The pit of her stomach quivered, knowing where he was going. He ran two fingers over her fabric-covered clit and her body arched at his touch.

He watched her reaction with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile. His sex hair hung in his face, the gel no longer holding it in place. “These clothes, they’re in the way.” Dominic tossed her bra aside, and taking her underwear by the waistband, pulled them off and tossed them over his shoulder. She didn’t even care where they landed.

Now completely exposed in front of him, Hailee grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her. She needed to feel his skin on hers.

“Hailee, goddamn, these tatts are sexy as hell,” he mumbled as he kissed down her arm, switching to her ribs, touching on every design. His lips on her stomach caused her to jump because he was still moving and she knew where his lips were heading.

It had been too long and she just wasn’t ready for that yet. “Dominic,” she gasped. “Not yet.”

“No?” He sat up enough to look at her with question on his face.

“Not yet,” she begged.

“Okay, sweet-tart. We’ll ease into this. We have all night.” Dominic lowered his head again to her stomach, his talented lips causing chills to run through her as he descended down her body.

Expectations building, causing butterflies of anxiety to flutter in her stomach. His lips slid past her girly parts, and kept going down to her thigh. She had a butterfly inked on the top of her left thigh, and a Koi fish with cherry blossoms on her right. Dominic’s lips ran over each before he finally kissed between her thighs.

She gasped, sucking in a breath as electricity ran through her. “Dommminnniccc….” She moaned.

He stopped at a kiss, and she thought she was going to burst with anticipation. He caressed her inner thighs, slowly teasing her. She grabbed at the sheets when pressure and heat filled her as he inserted one finger, then two into her, causing pleasure she hadn’t felt in years. Her body shivered with desire as he slid his long fingers in and out of her. She was at his mercy lying there under his hand. If she let herself, she could come right now. He flicked her clit with his thumb and fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.

She tightened her muscles and concentrated on not letting herself go.
Dominic, you really had to do that?
As incredible as this felt right now, this was not the way she wanted things to happen. She wanted more than just a wham-bam roll in the hay. She wanted it to last.

Twisting her hips, she pulled away.

“Sweet-tart, you okay?” Dominic looked up at her.

“Perfectly fine.”