Chapter 17

"Again?" he asks, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. He ran his fingers through her long sweat drenched hair, letting his hand rest gently around the back of her neck. He bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lips, and he could feel her smile. He always loved when she smiled. He loved it even more when he was the reason behind it.

"Uh, uh," she laughed through their kiss, shaking her head no. She was officially worn out. She glanced at the clock to find that it was nearly mid afternoon.

"What are you tryin to do to me Dom?" she laughed, still shocked at the turn of events that had led them to spend the better half of the day in bed.

"Ugh," he groaned, but he smiled and kissed her once more before flipping onto his back. He held his arm out, motioning for her to snuggle in. She followed his lead and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his toned, bare chest. He wrapped a massive arm around her, bringing her in closer. Her long jet black hair tumbled into his face, and he couldn't help but breathe in the familiar scent of her coconut shampoo. He found it funny that after all these years she still used the same shampoo. Some things never change.

"How's your arm?" he asked, running his fingers lightly over her cast. Letty smiled when she realized that she'd forgotten all about the stupid wreck and her broken arm.

"Fine," she said, and snuggled closer.

"But not the way I love you..."

That was all it took. Maybe it was a mixture of hormones and pain pills, but after that, she'd found herself completely and utterly at his mercy. Everything after that was a big blur. She couldn't even remember who'd made the first move. He'd told her he loved her, and the next thing she knew they were making love over and over and over...

It was different than last time. Last time it was messy and raw and four years overdue. This time it was slow and gentle, even from the start. They took their time...exploring each others bodies...remembering what they liked...

She'd forgotten how heavy he was. She remembered when they first started dating, he would ask her if he was hurting her. She'd shake her head no, even though he was, but she didn't have the heart to tell him. But then, once they were comfortable around each other, she would say "Dom...move your ass," and he would flip onto his back and she would snuggle up next to him, just like they were doing now.

She didn't want to move. She didn't want him to move. She ran her nails lightly along the length of his chest, but quickly stopped, fearing he might be on top of her again. She really was tired, but sleep wasn't an option. She wanted to enjoy every second of this.

Her stomach rumbled, a blatant reminder that they weren't the only two people in that bed.

Tell him...

She should tell him. What better time than now?

"But not the way I love you..."

"Hey Dom..."

"Hmm?" he replied, and she could feel his head lift off the pillow.

"I gotta tell you something."

Just then his cell phone rumbled to life.

"Fuck," he muttered, and leaned over the side of the bed. He found his jeans on the floor and fumbled through them, finally fishing his phone out of the left pocket. He saw the number, and quickly silenced the call. He turned off his phone and shoved it back into his pocket.

"Was that..."

"Yeah," he replied, returning to his position in the bed, grabbing Letty lightly around her waist, and settling her on top of him. He rested his hands on her ass as she balanced herself on top of him, broken arm and all.

"Look Dom, if you need to..."

"I don't need to do anything," he said sternly, snaking a hand around the back of her neck, bringing his lips to hers.

"Dom wait," Letty said, pulling away and sliding off of him onto her side.

"What's wrong?"

She knew this was going to happen.

"That's what's wrong," she asserted, pointing to his phone on the floor.

"Ugh, Letty...c'mon," he groaned.

"You can't have this both ways Dom," she snapped. "You need to go deal with that."

"Letty..."

"I'm serious Dom." she stated, sitting up and reaching for her t shirt. She slid it over her head and searched for the rest of her clothes. She silently cursed for allowing herself to be that vulnerable. Again.

"What do you want me to do Let?" he asked dumbfounded, and Letty immediately rolled her eyes.

"You gotta be kidding me Dominic," she huffed.

"Let...Let, c'mere," he begged, grabbing at the bottom of her tshirt, pulling her back onto the bed.

"Dom seriously...if you don't get off me," she warned, pushing away from him.

"Letty, what the fuck? What do you want from me?"

"What do I want from you?"

"Yeah," he snapped.

"I want you to not be a fucking jackass Dom."

Dom couldn't help but laugh. Although intimidating, Letty was cute when she got mad.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" she huffed.

"You," he smiled, and taking a chance he grabbed her once more. This time she let him.

Fuck it, she thought.

She let him strip off her shirt once more, tossing it amongst his on the floor. He had the ability to make her furious. He also made her want him more than anything in the world.

...

"I gotta piss," he said, kissing the top of her head and then reaching for his pants. He slid them on and headed into the bathroom.

Letty smiled contently, and pulled the covers up around her chin. She was over trying to figure him out, or herself for that matter.

Dom emerged from the bathroom about two minutes later. She could tell he was holding something behind his back.

"What's that?" she asked curiously.

He sat down on the bed and placed the small rectangular box in front of them.

"You tell me," he replied, his voice deeper than normal, his dark brown eyes staring straight into hers.