My back arches.
God, I can’t help it. His body is solid heat, muscles caging me in, hips pushing between my thighs.
“Dom…” His name spills out of me like a prayer.
He laughs, dark and pleased, the sound soaking into my skin as he bites the place where my pulse hammers.
His fingers slide down, slow, teasing, purposeful, until they’re right where I’m burning for him, right on my clit.
I gasp, thighs trembling around his hips.
“You think about me like this?” He lifts his head, eyes molten. “When you’re alone.”
His knee nudges my legs wider, and I whimper.
“You think about me ruining you, don’t you?”
“Yes!” It comes out strangled and embarrassingly needy.
His hand tightens around my wrists, pinning me harder while his other hand starts working my slit.
A sharp inhale slams through my chest and my eyes fly open.
The dream dissolves like smoke.
I’m in my bed with the sheets twisted around my legs.
My heart’s pounding like I ran a marathon, and sweat is prickling across my skin.
My thighs… oh God. They’re slick from the arousal between them.
I catch movement at the corner of my eye and lift my head.
Oh, no.
Dominic. The real one. Standing in my doorway.
His hair is damp from a shower, and his arms are crossed over his chest like he’s been there long enough to take in every humiliating second.
His stare is unblinking, scorching straight through me.
“What are you doing here?” I croak.
Did I… moan? Did I say his name? Judging by the way he’s looking at me, I must have. His eyes say everything without him needing to move.
My entire face flames.
He clears his throat once, the muscle in his jaw flexing.
“I apologize for not knocking,” he says, voice low. “You just sounded… distressed.”
Distressed.
If the earth could swallow me whole, I would thank it. I drag the blanket up to my chin, hoping to hide the shame burning through me.
“I… just had a nightmare.”
Dom watches me for one excruciating beat. His gaze drops to my trembling legs, then back to my face.
