Matchpoint

Chapter 16:

The heat is almost unbearable. I can feel sweat trickling down my neck. I can taste it on my lips. My breathing is shallow, each inhale a staggering gasp.

Delicate, precise fingers trace my arms, my hips, my thighs. My skin is covered by this intense feeling. It's almost indescribable.

His mouth is hot against my neck, sucking softly on the tender skin and biting down on places I didn't know existed. It feels so good, almost too good to be true.

A soft moan escapes my lips as I arch my back upwards, craving to feel the close proximity. My body is going insane. I can't control any of my responses to this feeling. There is a soft chuckle that reaches my ear, and I can't help but marvel in such a sound.

The lips leave my neck, and he leans over me, that cheeky grin plastered on his face with pleasure.

Those green eyes are magnificent in this lighting. Enticing and inviting. My hands reach up, grabbing at his orange hair and pulling his head down towards me so that our lips collide. As my nails dig into his scalp, he moans softly, unable to control the satisfaction coursing through his veins. I know exactly how he feels, I feel it, too.

The moment our lips meet, my world explodes into the sexual intensity.

The heat fizzles between us. The tension between us grows thicker, faster. His movements become hurried, and I just want to pull him in closer to my body, to feel every part of him.

"Fuck, Clove." Dom gasps as my fingers brush against his chest, feeling his muscles beneath my palm.

Fuck alright.

My eyes shoot open, my body flies up into a sitting position, and my hand falls against my lips.

What the actual fuck?

My heart is pounding out of my chest. All I can think about is Dom and his lips that are intoxicating me. 

I have sweat dripping off of me and zero control over my erratic breathing. Was I just having a sex dream...of Dom?

Fuck.

I don't want his lips on mine. I don't want his arrogance. I don't want that feeling that stuck to my skin.

And yet, I could not help to dream of him and how it would feel to break that tension filled barrier. He's been here hardly a month but I can't help but to feel completely compelled by him.

I slip from beneath the covers and head directly to the shower, utterly disgusted by the amount of sweat pooled against my neck.

When I enter the bathroom, I come face to face with a mess of my reflection. I look frazzled, as if someone has taken my world and flipped it upside down.

I strip off my clothes and step into the cold water, letting it trickle down my back and wash away the phantom feeling of Dom's hands on my bare skin.

It's hard not to admit that kissing Dom hasn't crossed my mind. Like, he has the physique of a God and he seems to pay me heaps of attention. Not to mention the undeniable tension that sparks between us. Whether that's annoyance filled tension or competition based tension, it's tension none the less.

I wish Dominic fucking Fraser never came here.

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All morning Dom has avoided eye contact with me and when it was time to do some hitting practice he subtly asked to do it with Paul, leaving me seated alone in the corner. It doesn't bother me too much, I mean, it's not a bad idea to create distance between us.