Authors: Michelle Betham
When he looked back up she was brushing mascara over her eyelashes, dusting blusher over her cheeks, applying make-up that her naturally beautiful face just didn’t need.
The urge to touch her was almost overwhelming.
So, moving from his position in the doorway, he walked into the bedroom of
India
’s
Las Vegas
villa.
‘Don’t turn around,’ he said, standing behind her, his hands resting on her hips.
‘I want to look at you, just like this.’
She smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection in the mirror, leaning back against him as he gently kissed her neck.
‘I just want to take a second to look at you,’ he whispered, running his hands lightly up over her hips, the curve of her waist, taking in the smell of her perfume, the way she felt as he touched her, listening to the tiny sighs she gave off as his fingers stroked her skin.
‘Because you are so fucking beautiful.’
She reached up and slipped a hand round the back of his neck, still looking at their reflections, their eyes locked together, the chemistry so obvious it was practically sending sparks ricocheting off the glass.
‘I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, you know that, don’t you?’ Dominic whispered, his hands circling her waist, pulling her back against him.
She closed her eyes as he continued to kiss her neck, each touch of his lips on her skin sending a million tiny electric shocks right through her.
‘Maybe you’ve just never
let
yourself feel this way.’
He gently turned her around so she faced him, touching her slightly open mouth with his, kissing her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him.
Yeah, things sure were changing in Dominic MacDonald’s world, and even though he was still getting used to these new, unfamiliar feelings, he knew exactly where he wanted to be – right here, with this incredibly complicated and beautiful woman.
He smiled, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he looked into her still slightly questioning eyes.
‘Believe me, honey, I really
haven’t
felt this way before… You
don’t
believe me, do you?’
She smiled too, taking his hand and squeezing it tight.
‘Yeah.
I believe you.
I just don’t want to rush into anything, that’s all.
And if this is all new to you…’
‘I’m thirty-six-years-old,
India
.
I think it’s about time I started experiencing some grown-up feelings, don’t you?’
She started playing with his belt, unfastening it, sliding it out of his jeans and throwing it onto the floor.
‘Grown-up feelings are overrated,’ she said, a half-smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she stared up into those incredible ice-blue eyes of his.
He raised an eyebrow, sliding a hand down the side of her pink panties, pushing them down slightly.
‘Overrated, huh?’
‘Yeah,’ she whispered, standing on tip-toes, her mouth resting on his.
‘Overrated.’
‘That’s a pity, because, I quite like the idea of doing something
really
grown-up with you, right here, right now.’
She slid a hand up under his shirt, touching his rock-hard chest, letting her fingers stroke it gently as she continued to stare into his eyes.
‘Well, I’m not gonna stop you,’ she smiled, finally closing her eyes as he kissed her a little bit harder and a little bit deeper, pulling apart only for the briefest of seconds so he could rid himself of his T-shirt, exposing that perfect body he was so famous for.
A perfect body that was about to meet another perfect body, both of them falling onto the bed, still locked in a long, deep kiss, their need for each other taking over anything else.
India pulled away first, lying back and throwing her arms above her head, smiling at this man who’d come out of nowhere and turned her life upside down with his shocking link to her past.
A link she was still getting used to, but for now she was putting it to the back of her mind.
‘Come on then,’ she said, arching her back slightly, her whole body aching to have him.
He was naked now; naked and beautiful, and hers.
If she wanted him.
Which, right now, she did.
‘I’m waiting.’
He smiled too, leaning over to kiss the base of her throat, slowly pulling her panties down, letting his fingers stroke her inner thigh as his mouth moved down to her breasts, covering them in tiny, light kisses that made her gasp out loud.
Noises that turned him on like nothing else, and he was ready to go, he was so ready, but he hadn’t finished yet.
Dominic MacDonald had never been the kind of guy who just fucked and ran, he liked to play first.
He always had, and playing with India Walsh was an experience no guy in their right mind would want to rush.
So he was taking his time, taking in every inch of her, touching her in all those special places until she screamed with frustration, begged him to come inside.
He wanted to take her to the edge then bring her right back; he wanted to make her as crazy as
she
made
him
.
He wanted to enjoy her. Because he’d almost lost her.
What he could do to her with just the lightest of kisses or the touch of his fingers on her naked skin,
India
could never describe that to anyone else, because she wasn’t sure anyone else would ever understand.
Sure, she’d had some great sex in her time but Dominic took her to a level even
she
wasn’t sure she’d ever reached before.
He could turn her on with a kiss, make her crazy with a smile, confuse the hell out of her just by being who he was, but she needed him.
She needed to feel him right where he was now, so close to her, about to take her over once again in the most beautiful of ways.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the pillow as he pushed his way into her with a force that rocked her hips back into the mattress, his hands holding them down, keeping her steady as he thrust deeper, and she pulled her legs up, allowing him to go as far as he wanted.
‘Dominic…’
He shook his head, looking into her eyes, his fingers entwining with hers above her head as her legs wrapped around him, their bodies rocking in perfect rhythm.
‘No talking, okay?
We don’t need to talk.’
She inhaled deep as she felt him push into her again, breathing out in a loud moan that turned him on to the point of no return but he wanted to hold out for just a little longer, just a little bit longer.
He wanted to keep looking at her face as he made love to her; he wanted to see her perfect breasts rise and fall as she breathed heavy, the sweat slowly forming between them, running slowly down her flat stomach.
He wanted to live this fantasy for as long as he could.
But that couldn’t be forever, and as she pushed her hips up against his he gave one final, hard thrust, shouting out as he did so, clinging onto her hands, keeping her close as her body jolted up against his.
A white hot pain crashed through her as she felt his release, a pain that almost made her scream out for him, a pain so beautiful she wanted to feel it forever as it rocked her entire body, every inch of her tingling as it spread right through her, until it finally subsided, leaving both of them exhausted.
‘Jesus, Dominic…’
India
breathed as he rolled over onto his back, lying beside her, taking her hand, ‘… what the hell was that?’
He smiled, turning onto his side so he could look at her, his eyes once more falling on those perfect breasts as they continued to rise and fall, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
‘I’d call it amazing sex.
What would
you
call it?’
She turned her head to face him, smiling too, squeezing his hand.
‘Yeah.
I’d say that pretty much described it.’
She ran a hand down between her breasts, aware that his eyes were following her as she did so. ‘I’m gonna have to have another shower now.’
She looked at him.
‘
You
did this.’
‘Want me to help you get cleaned up?’
She laughed, turning onto her side too so they faced each other, kissing him slowly, not really wanting to leave the bedroom if the truth be told.
She wasn’t in the mood for the media frenzy that was still following them around; she wasn’t in the mood to face press and paparazzi, not today.
She wasn’t in the mood to face Michael just after she’d had incredible sex with his son.
Today she just felt like staying right here, with Dominic, both of them naked with nothing to do but explore each other and work out just what it was that was happening here.
Because she still wasn’t all that sure.
‘Well, showering together
does
preserve water, I suppose…’
India
said quietly, running her fingers gently over his rough, unshaven chin.
‘There you go then.
We can have sex
and
help the environment,’ Dominic smirked, stroking the curve of her waist, her hips, resting his hand on her thigh.
‘Who said anything about having sex?’ India smiled, looking into his handsome face, those eyes so like Michael’s staring back at her, but she was determined she could get past that.
She had to.
She had to try and get past that.
‘You really think I can take a shower with you, watching that incredible body of yours all soaped up and wet… You really think I can do that and
not
want to fuck you?’
He took her hand and moved it down so it touched him.
‘I mean, I’m already hard just thinking about it.’
She smiled again, letting her fingers run lightly up and down him, making him groan out loud as she pushed him onto his back, climbing astride him.
‘I don’t think we’re even gonna make it to the shower, handsome…’
She carefully guided him back inside her, lowering herself down onto him as he closed his eyes and moaned louder because she was gripping him like a vice, holding onto him like something he’d never felt before, so tight it almost hurt.
‘Do you?’
No, he didn’t.
But he was quite happy to stay right where he was because he was being given the ride of his fucking life by a living, breathing fantasy.
A woman he was all too aware his father wanted back.
But she was going nowhere.
India Walsh was
his
now, he was making sure of that.
And daddy was just going to have to get used to it.
***
Michael wasn’t expecting anyone.
He never really got visitors, unless you counted Vince who made regular visits to his villa in vain attempts to try and get him to go out for a drink or play some Blackjack in the casino.
But Michael wasn’t one for playing.
All work suited him just fine right now.
He had a movie to finish, and that was proving harder work than even
he
had anticipated.
But then, he hadn’t banked on the speed bump that was his long-lost son turning up.
Turning up and taking
India
from him, from right underneath his nose.
How the hell had
that
happened?
He walked to the door, opening it without looking up; his concentration was focused on yet another story in yet another magazine about the complicated set-up that was his life.
But these stories were an everyday occurrence now, he was almost numb to them.
‘Well, this isn’t much of a welcome, is it?’
He looked up at the sound of her voice, almost dropping the magazine.
‘Layla!
I… I…’
‘Wasn’t expecting to see me?
No, I don’t suppose you were.
In fact, everyone seems surprised to see me.’
‘Everyone?
Who… who else knows you’re here?’ he asked, still standing in the open doorway.
‘I saw Kenny last night, and Vince.
Oh, and I bumped into
India
on her way to make-up just now.’
Michael looked at her.
‘You’ve seen
India
?’
Layla stared back.
‘Yeah.
And she is looking
good
, Michael!’
Michael tried to give her a smile that said he knew she was, and he didn’t really care anymore, but Layla knew him better than that.
‘Oh, come on, Michael.
She was holding hands with Dominic MacDonald, looking for all the world like a woman who was in the throes of falling head-over-heels in lust, and I have to say, I can’t really blame her.
He’s one handsome son-of-a-bitch.’
She fixed Michael with a look.
‘Although, I’m sure his mom was a totally lovely woman.’
She pushed her way past him into the villa.
‘
India
’s too busy with your son to be concerned with
you
anymore, Michael.’