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Dominic ran his thumb across my lips, tempting me to capture it in my mouth. “The noises you made. It was all I could do to hold back until you came.”
Covering my face with my hands, I laughed softly. “Oh my good gravy.”
He pulled my hands away. “I loved every fucking sound.” To prove his point, he rocked his hips forward against my still-sensitive core, his hard length rubbing me through his jeans.
I gasped as the friction sent aftershocks shooting through my body. I was more than willing to go again, only this time I wanted him completely.
But once again, he stopped me as I reached for his jeans.
“Today was just for you, my goddess.” He grabbed my leggings and underwear from the seat behind him. After gently slipping each of my legs inside, he slid them up and over my hips. His gaze captured mine before dipping to my swollen lips. “But I promise you this: you’ll be screaming my name until your throat is raw, every time I fuck you.”
Well, that settled it—I was in big trouble.
Because whatever my future held, I knew Dominic would be part of it.
CHAPTER 22
Bree
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, I walked home from the grocery store, carrying two paper bags and humming a tune from my childhood. A bubble of excitement danced in my stomach, and I smiled, not even caring who might think I was a madwoman.
A few days had passed since our steamy motorcycle ride, and Dominic’s work responsibilities—a job I tried not to think about all that much—kept him too busy to see me in person. I’d worried that my worst fears had come true, that I was a one-time conquest and nothing more.
Except he’d squashed those fears quickly and continued to stomp them down every chance he got.
Much to Marissa’s delight and Frankie’s annoyance, the gym was filled with a rainbow of tulips, my favorite flower. All thanks to the numerous bouquets he’d sent since discovering that tidbit about me on Sunday. He claimed he couldn’t make up his mind which one I’d like best, so he ordered them all.
Logic didn’t always prevail when your bank account ended in that many zeroes.
As if that weren’t sweet enough—yet also somewhat crazy—I’d never been on my phone so much over the past ten years as I did just in just the past three days. We were like giddy grade schoolers, texting and calling each other every spare moment we had.
His walls had come crumbling down, showing me a deeper side than I ever expected him to have and surprising me at every turn. I loved getting to know the man hidden beneath that heartless, playboy mask he wore.
He was caring and kind, sophisticated, and so freaking sexy. My body warmed as I walked, once again dreaming of his hands on my skin, exploring the most sensitive parts of me as the waterfalls crashed behind us.
Romantic didn’t come close.
Every moment of getting to know him had been amazing, and I had never been this happy in my entire life.
How had I gotten so lucky to be living my very own fairytale?
After looking both ways to make sure the road was clear, I stepped off the sidewalk and crossed the street quickly. The grocery bags weren’t too heavy, but several cans were poking me in the gut. Thankfully, the gym was only a few more blocks away.
I hadn’t told Dominic about my role in the upcoming fight yet, not necessarily because I was trying to keep it from him, but the topic never seemed to come up. When I was on the phone with him late at night, all my worries and concerns floated away. Forgotten.
It wasn’t until I was about to fall asleep that I would remember. I couldn’t just text him about something as big as that, but I didn’t want to tell him over the phone either.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure how he would feel about me fighting, considering how dangerous the matches were. So I decided it was a discussion best had in person. I just didn’t know when or if I’d get the chance before Friday.
The sun sank below the horizon, and long shadows stretched farther across the sidewalk, ready to devour everything in darkness. As a Gifted person in the city, walking alone at night didn’t scare me. I could hold my own against regular humans, and most likely anyone else too.
But tonight, something felt different.
I glanced behind me, my skin crawling with unease. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary—car headlights had flicked on and the throng of pedestrians had thinned as rush hour wrapped up. Those out now were looking for food, drinks, or a gym, completely absorbed in their own bubbles.
Still, my scalp prickled with the distinct feeling of being watched.
Turning back around, I increased my speed until an older man with dark grey hair and tanned skin stopped a few feet in front of me. He had on casual clothes and looked like any ordinary person on the street…
