in the pillow next to my head. I must have been exhausted if I hadn’t woken up when Dom slipped into bed with me. I’d apparently missed out on having any memories from the first time I spent the night with a man.
A super-hot guy who was naked in the shower if the sounds coming from the bathroom were any indication. My imagination went wild, picturing the water pounding against his broad chest and running down his muscular thighs. I flipped back over to my other side and noticed the door was cracked open a few inches.
I shifted up onto an elbow and craned my neck to peer through the gap. The window was foggy at the edges, and no matter which way I turned my head, I couldn’t see into the shower. Tossing the blanket off my body, I got on my knees and scooted to the edge of the mattress. Pressing my palms into the soft surface on either side of my body, I leaned forward until I could see past the toilet. I craned my neck just a little farther and suddenly lost my balance. I toppled to the floor with a yelp, then slapped my hand over my mouth. When nothing happened, I sighed in relief and rolled over onto all fours. I knew I should get up and walk away, but I was still so curious. I crawled forward a few inches and peeked through the crack in the door. Almost as though Dom knew what I was doing, the water turned off. I jerked back a little and scrambled back onto the bed but returned my gaze to the bathroom and froze in place when I heard the shower door slide open. I knew he could catch me trying to sneak a glimpse of his naked body any minute, but I didn’t move. In my mind, the benefit outweighed the risk. But that didn’t stop my heart from feeling as though it would burst through my chest.
My clit throbbed in sync with each beat, and I was acutely aware that the only clothes I was wearing were the T-shirt and boxers Dom had given me yesterday. The soft cotton material covering my core grew damp as he moved in front of the sink with a towel wrapped around his waist. My gaze was glued on the rounded globes of his butt until he leaned closer to the mirror. My head jerked up, and my eyes widened when they met his in the glass. His lips curved up in a satisfied smirk, one that had me suspecting that the cracked door had been more about baiting me than keeping the condensation in the bathroom to a minimum.
“Careful, little doll,” he warned, turning around and leaning back against the countertop. “If you look long enough, you’re going to get more than an eyeful.”
My gaze slowly descended from his sexy face, to his muscular chest that had a *gulp* piercing on one of his nipples, his hard abs and landed on where the towel was now tented.. “Yeah, it seems like it.”
His smile widened as he stalked toward me. “Feeling a little feisty after all that sleep?”
I sat back on my heels and bit my bottom lip, letting my gaze slowly wander back up to his face before I released it. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“Good.” He slid his hands around my rib cage and pulled until I was kneeling all the way up. Then he bent low, his lips a mere inch from mine. “Because that means you’re ready for what I’ve been wanting to do since the moment I laid eyes on you in the bar.”
I quirked a brow at him. “What’s that?”
“Getting a taste of you,” he murmured before his mouth crashed against mine. My lips parted on a gasp, and his tongue swept inside. There was nothing gentle or tentative about his kiss; he devoured me. His palms cradled my face, tilting my head back to get a better angle and deepen the kiss. My hands crept up, stroking his bare chest. Mapping his abdominal muscles, sharp ridges separated into a six-pack.
When my exploration dipped lower, a deep groan rumbled up his throat and his hands wrapped around my wrists. “Not sure you’re ready for what’ll happen if my towel drops.”
“You might be right,” I agreed, my fingers teasing a line above the towel to his hip. “But I want more.”
“Then that’s what I’ll give you.” His hands dropped down to