The Werewolf Prince and I (17 page)

It took a semi-sitting position and stared at her expectantly.

Should she say something else? “I work for Mr. Moretti.” She still couldn’t bring herself to say she was his fiancée. It was still too…surreal.

From the doorway, remaining unobserved, Domenico watched in utter fascination as Misty continued with her one-sided conversation.

Finally, he cleared his throat.

Misty looked up. Then she smiled tentatively at him. “I was just making small talk---”

“With a dog,” he told her solemnly.

“With a---” She turned to the wolfhound. “Not Lyccan?”

It was very, very hard not to laugh but he managed. “Not Lyccan,” he affirmed.

Misty slowly bent her head and covered her face.

The stance alarmed him. Damn! Had he made her cry with all his teasing? “Misty?”

She looked up and he was shocked to see that she was laughing with tears in her eyes.

Was she hysterical? “Misty?”

She kept on laughing. God! She was such an idiot! “I finally figured out why I’m acting like some fool.” Misty took a deep breath and admitted the truth with a helpless shrug. “I’m so nervous and excited about kissing you and doing…those things…that my mind just isn’t working properly.”

The desire that he had so carefully kept leashed broke free. Without a word, he swept her in his arms and kissed her as he made his way up to the bedroom. She gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t cease the pressure of his kiss. He watched her sigh and surrender, eyes closing, arms going around his neck.

It was only when he had locked the door and set her down that she started acting uneasy again.

He quelled her protests and struggles with one look. He crooked a finger. “Come here.”

She did.

“Closer.”

So she did.

“I’m going to undress you.”

For the life of her, Misty couldn’t bring herself to speak. Her entire body was heating up and all she could do was stare at him and wait. Her skin burned every time it felt the brush the touch of his fingers. Before she knew it, her shirt was on the floor. Seconds later, and it was joined by her skirt.

Misty’s arms immediately crisscrossed over her chest and panties. She didn’t know which one she should cover first even though Domenico was doing his best to drive her crazy with his kisses.

Domenico chuckled against her mouth as he pulled her hands away.

They fell limply against her sides as she felt Domenico unclasping her bra and tossing it to the floor. He started moving them toward the bed until the back of her knees hit it.

Domenico immediately lifted her onto the bed, skimming her panties down her thighs as she landed on her back. It was so fast that she was naked by the time she blinked up at him.

“Don’t,” Domenico said hoarsely as she attempted to cover herself again.

The intensity of her gaze made Misty feel even hotter and she wrapped her arms around her chest more tightly while twisting her legs closed.

“I was unable to sleep the entire night just imagining you like this. Let me look at you, Misty. Please?”

She swallowed. “It’s…embarrassing,” she whispered.

“Don’t be embarrassed with me. Ever. I’m going to be your husband. We’ll be spending the rest of our lives together.” He touched her face and let his fingers caress a trail to her neck. He felt her shiver. “Let me look at you.”

She slowly let her arms drop to her sides again. Misty watched him watching her and slowly, she stopped being embarrassed. It was impossible to stay so when he was gazing at her so reverently, as if he was worshipping her body.

“You’re still dressed,” she said shyly.

He smiled. “Undress me?” he invited huskily.

Without a word, she reached for the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t as graceful as he was, but she did manage to get his shirt and pants off. She only hesitated when he was down to his briefs.

Domenico grinned at her hesitation even though it was already killing him not to pounce on her.

Damn, but she was sexier than he had even imagined.

He quickly got rid of his briefs and, not giving her a chance to worry even more, Domenico covered her body entirely with his. He groaned. She whimpered. The feel of her breasts, with its hardened tips, made him hungrily seek her lips with his.

Sensations of such heat that it was immeasurable licked every inch of her body. She couldn’t believe she was naked in Domenico’s arms, couldn’t believe that his kisses just kept getting better and better, couldn’t believe how right it felt.

Then and there she knew.

She loved this man. She had only known him for a few days, but there was no denying the truth. She loved him.

Misty closed her eyes as his lips descended her body. His weight pressed her down more firmly as his lips reached her collarbone.

Domenico’s hands began to explore her body and she closed her eyes, doing her best to keep the moans inside her when his touch sent jolts of electricity through her body, one after another, never stopping that she had to gasp breathlessly at the sheer pleasure of it.

When he finally cupped her breasts, she couldn’t help it. She let out a long moan, her body arching as he took one tip into his mouth and sucked. As he sucked harder, she moaned even more. The sounds coming out of her mouth made Misty mentally cringe but she couldn’t stop them.

Everything inside Domenico demanded for release. It was the most intense craving he had ever experienced, making him want to take her in all ways possible. The feel of Misty’s naked body in his arms, under his hands, the sound of her moans and gasps - all of it had a devastating effect on his fast crumbling control.

Misty started to get bold, her hand tentatively moving, sweeping his chest, stroking his back, and moving down.

He caught her wrist in time. “Misty?” His voice was harsh.

“Yes?” Hers came out as a croak.

“I want you to still a virgin when we marry.”

“I don’t think I want to be,” she said honestly because her mind was too filled up with the possibilities of greater pleasure…especially when he was finally inside her. Just the thought of it made her restless and she shifted under him, trying to search for a satisfying position.

He bit back a groan. “Misty, stop moving.”

“I can’t.” She sounded completely bewildered, irritated, and something else that made him want to forget all his honorable intentions.

But he still held on. “Believe me when I say it’s killing me more than you know, but we need to wait. However, instead of marrying in a month, I want you to marry me next week. Agreed?” His voice brook no argument.

“Yes.” Then she asked, almost sadly, “We’re not going to…”

He laughed. It was the first time for him to laugh but still feel out of his mind with desire. She was utterly cute, utterly priceless. As a way of inspiring himself not to succumb to the temptation of taking her virginity, he vowed to himself that when they did marry, he wouldn’t let her leave the bed for three nights. Maybe four, five…

He smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead.

She sighed and pulled him closer, kissing his shoulder. Her body felt so hot and tingly, aching too, in places she hadn’t known. She moved restlessly against him again.

Domenico repressed a shudder when Misty’s teeth nipped his neck. In return, he turned her head sideways, nuzzling her cheek before biting her ear and tweaking one tip with his fingers at the same time.

She gasped and stiffened, pulling him more tightly against her.

“I think I want to do it now,” she said, unable to believe that she had actually said the words. But she really wanted to! And they were going to be married! What was wrong with doing it now?

“Stop tempting me,” he gritted out as he held her hips to stop it from moving.

“But---”

“We’re not going to do it and that’s final. But I promise you, you’ll still like what will happen and I’ll make you gasp night long.” He didn’t wait for her answer.

She wouldn’t have been able to anyway. Because by then, Domenico was kissing her all the way down until---

“No,” she yelped when she realized what he was about to do.

“Not---” She gasped at the first lick of his tongue against the folds of her womanhood.

Her head fell back at the second lick.

She clutched his head at the third, making him chuckle and kiss her even more deeply.

She did not stop gasping from that point and until the pleasure waves reached its peak, making her body arch, her eyes rolling back at the sensation. “Domenico,” she gasped and her body shuddered as she came and came and came again, his tongue never ceasing to lick her.

Domenico lapped every drop of pleasure from Misty’s essence, loving how her sleek soft thighs trembled in his touch.

He couldn’t believe how turned on he was just seeing Misty reach an orgasm. Just imagining what it would feel like when he could finally be inside her made his erection even more painful, but the exquisite pain that came with the anticipation was one he relished.

He had been prepared to marry someone he might not be attracted to in order to thwart his father’s plans for him, but he had been blessed. Misty was everything he wanted – and more. He would never make her regret choosing him.

Never.

Chapter Five

Dear Diary,

I never knew I could be such an exhibitionist, but the more time I spend with Domenico, the more I’m sure I would risk almost everything just to have him kiss me. And touch me. I can’t get enough of his touch. Just looking at him makes my breasts ache. It amazes me that I seem to have the same effect on him.

Sometimes at work, we would be in the elevator and he would stand behind me, pressing his erection to my back, teasing my clit into life while everyone has their eyes on the floor numbers. A part of me is dismayed when he does that, but the bigger and more shameful part of me wants to know how it would feel to come with other people around – but without them knowing about it.

It must be amazing to be as sexy as Domenico.

The morning-after had not been awkward. It couldn’t be since Domenico was already gone by the time she woke up in the middle of the afternoon. She had been aghast at the time and would have panicked if not for Domenico’s butler telling her that Domenico wanted her to take the day off and to meet him at a nearby restaurant.

And now she was here. A receptionist had shown her to a private room. Domenico had been talking on the phone when she had come in, but he had smiled at her so beautifully it made her heart race.

She remained standing, content just to look at him.

No matter from what angle she looked, he was just too sexy. No matter what he did, no matter what he wore, he exuded a kind of magnetism that made one stop and just stare. She herself could stare at him for days without getting tired of him.