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That jealousy could be such a powerful drug.
After experiencing this side of him, I feel robbed that he didn’t dominate me like this the night he took my virginity. He was commanding and possessive back then too, but there was also a reverence in the way he claimed me.
I’m so lost in my treacherous thoughts when I realize his thumb has paused and as the haze wears off, I’m met with his piercing and knowing eyes. They lower to where I’m clutching my dress and I instantly let go.
My cheeks heat at getting caught red-handed for having dirty daydreams about him.
Before I can make any more mistakes, the elevator stops and opens to the lobby. Perfect timing. I breathe easy and take a step but he pulls me back, blocking my way.
I frown when he says, “Wait.”
My lips part as he carefully removes his suit jacket, his muscles making my mouth water. I hate the treacherous thought that saddens me at not getting the chance to explore his hard body. He was always in good shape but now he’s become impossibly broader and a hardened version of his younger self.
Does he still roam around shirtless at his house?The question sparks from the memory of him doing it in the past. Every time I ran into him when I used to visit Niall, Dash was always walking around half naked. Sometimes, I believe he did it to torture and annoy me on purpose.
A satisfied smirk would stretch across his lips each time he caught me staring.
I blink and focus back on him while trying not to melt when he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. His scent envelops me in an invisible embrace while the rest of me is dwarfed. Instead of letting me go immediately, he untucks my hair from beneath the collar so it spills down my back.
Grabbing the ends in the middle, he pulls me closer and tilts my face with his finger on my jaw and rasps, “My marks on you are only for my eyes. Understand?”
“Okay,” I mumble.
Only after I’ve agreed, did he move aside and take me outside of the building while holding my hand once more.
Okay. He has to know he’s being sweet. For a man who claims to be a monster and against marrying me, he’s sure being romantic and protective.
Curious eyes in the lobby stay hooked to us as we make our way to the valet stand at the front. The young guy on duty sees me and approaches with a smile as if he recognizes me from before. However, as soon as he notices Dash stepping in his line of vision, his gait falters and a terrified expression shadows his features.
I can’t see Dash’s face but intimidation and fury roll off him in waves. My eyes widen when he says in a dark tone, “Eyes off her, if you’d still like to keep your job.”
“M-Mr. Stern,” the valet stutters. “Sorry. I didn’t know she was with you.”
“I’m not,” I mutter and step around Dash so I’m not standing behind him. Narrowing my gaze, I tell him, “He was being polite. Something you ought to learn.”
“My impoliteness wasn’t an issue when you were soaking and riding my fingers, kitten.”
My cheeks tingle in embarrassment when he says it loudly, making sure the other guy hears. Looks like it’s working because he is now staring awkwardly at his shoes as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
Dash arches his brow arrogantly while crossing his arms, and informs me with a tilt of his head, “And I was polite when I didn’t offer to kick him out of the city for smiling at you.”
“Your definition of polite is really screwed, Dash.”
“As long as it keeps other men away from you.”
“Oh, yeah?” I chuckle mockingly, shaking my head. “How’s that gonna work when I’ll be married soon?”
A muscle tics in his square jaw while his pupils darken dangerously. “You won’t be my problem then,” he replies before barking at the valet, “Bring her car around.”
His broody attitude makes me want to throw his jacket at his face but I hold back the urge. Only because it’s cold outside and not because I secretly crave to have a keepsake of his.
Or that his scent is far too addictive. Smokey and all him.
And definitely not because his gaze keeps flickering down my body every few seconds.
The longer it takes for my car to arrive, the more the air crackles around us as we stand alone on the quiet street. The half-moon plays peekaboo from between the clouds and I wish I could enjoy the beauty, but my mind begins to worry about tomorrow.
I wish for time to come to a standstill.
