And now, he was left with only memories of both.
“You should be sleeping,” Dominick whispered as he rolled toward me.
I appreciated that he’d pulled me out of this brain cloud, and I exited out of the app and set my phone on the nightstand. “I can’t.”
His hair was ruffled, his cheeks dark from him being so lax about shaving since we’d arrived on the island. I enjoyed the scratchiness every time he kissed me, knowing once we flew back to LA, he would shave it off and return to suits and aftershave rather than the swim trunks and suntan lotion he’d been living in.
I ran my fingers across his face while he gripped my hips.
“Mmm,” I moaned from his touch, the way his lips were nuzzling into my neck. “I know one way you can get me to relax.”
He moved me beneath him, like I weighed no more
