I lay on the bed and didn’t bother with the covers. I spread my legs wide and slipped my fingers under my panties, pressing onto my clit. A hiss escaped me—my fingertips were ice cold compared to the wet heat of my folds. My mind wandered with every stroke, and it wandered to the only place it always did, whenever I did this—Dominic Dane. Except before I came here, all I’d had was my imagination, and the real Dominic was far more advanced than anything I could have pictured myself. Now that I had the image of him wrapped in a towel, water sticking to his skin still, his thick hair wet, and now that I knew how his eyes looked when he had just woken up in the morning, almost completely swollen shut, the entire thing was about a million times better. My fingers dug deeper, pressed harder, slipped so nicely between my folds. My hips rocked up and down, and I kept on biting my tongue to keep from screaming out, but my mind was a goner.
Dominic Dane was there, crawling in the bed with me, spreading my legs even farther apart. I imagined that growl he sometimes let out and slipped my middle finger all the way inside me. My hips rose up to meet my hand, and with the heel of it, I rubbed my clit, all the while imagining Dominic’s mouth on my neck, his big hands wrapped around my waist. He went lower and lower, touching and kissing and biting, his skin even warmer than mine, because he wanted this just as much as I did.
But it all came crashing on me when I imagined those beautiful lips in my center, licking the wetness burning between my thighs, sucking my clit, thrusting his tongue deep inside me—all the while cupping my breasts with his large hands and playing with my nipples.
“Dominic!” I whispered, and my body broke apart. The orgasm shook every inch of me, starting from between my legs with my finger deep inside me, and it spread like lightning throughout me until I forgot how to breathe. My entire body was paralyzed by the sheer intensity of it. I’d never had an orgasm so overwhelming before, and my mind was filled with stars and sparks and green eyes full of golden specks.
It took a couple minutes and a few deep breaths to get my heart to beat semi-steadily again. The aftermath of the mind-numbing orgasm still rolled over my body like ocean waves, but anger also pressed onto my chest suddenly.
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that I did this to myself, that he did this to me without even trying. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groaned. “Freaking wolf-ass. Look what you do to me—and you don’t even have to be here physically.” I shouldn’t have thought about him at all. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be weak like that—I already knew where this led. “You’ve gotten into my head, damn it,” I mumbled against my knuckle, so angry I could cry.
But I wouldn’t cry.
No, I would get up and take a shower and forget all about this right now, and I was never, ever going to—
“Oh, my God,” I choked.
Because when I sat up, I saw that the door was halfway open.
And Dominic was standing in front of it, looking at me like a man who’d already lost his mind.
No.
Oh, God. What had I done?
Please, please, please…I begged whoever would listen, and I stood up from the bed on shaking legs, needing to move, to run, to never ever ever look at that face, ever again.
But Dominic was already moving. He walked into the room all the way and slammed the door shut behind him, and he strode to me like he planned to rip me apart with his bare hands. I kept on moving backward until I hit the wall with my back, and there was nowhere else left to go.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe if I couldn’t see him, maybe he would disappear. Maybe I got lucky for once in my life and he wasn’t really here, but just a figment of my imagination still. Maybe…
His warm breath blew on my face. His large body was right in front of me, blocking out all the sunlight from the window. The heat of him seared my skin—my almost naked skin, right there on display for him to see.
I heard him breathing, heard him growling, and squeezed my eyes shut tighter.
“What did you do?”
I bit my tongue. Go away, go away, go away…
“What did you do, Theodora?” he demanded, and my name on his lips did strange things to my body.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, trying to lower my head, so ashamed I could die right now and be thankful for the rest of eternity. But one small movement, and the tip of my nose touched his chest. I moved back again, breathless. He’s really here, right here, in front of me. Way too close.
“Tell me what you did, damn it,” he said, spiking that same anger in me, now coated with so much guilt and shame, it was a wonder it hadn’t suffocated me yet. But it made me open my eyes and look up at him.
“None of your business,” I spit. So what that he’d seen me lying there wearing nothing but underwear? He hadn’t seen anything. He hadn’t heard anything—I would have heard it if he did.
Wouldn’t I?
Please, please, please, I prayed again, harder.
“It is my business when you’re calling out my name.” He growled. He came closer. My legs shook so badly.
“I didn’t…”
And then his hand wrapped around the side of my face. My entire head fit in his palm perfectly. I couldn’t speak if I tried.
“Were you thinking about me?” he whispered, leaning closer and closer, his eyes no longer green but completely gold. Was he going to shift and eat me now? Because that’s how he looked—the Big Bad Wolf come to sink his teeth in me.