He smirked and let out a low, knowing chuckle as he took a sip of his wine, never breaking eye contact. That expression on his face - he knew he had me flustered. I knew he could practically taste it.
Salem stirred lazily, his golden eyes blinking open before he stretched long and slowly on the island. With a yawn, he hopped off and trotted away, disappearing into the shadows of the apartment.
I brought my glass to my lips again, taking a longer sip this time, trying to calm the flutter in my chest and the ache building between my thighs. I stood and walked over to the counter, pushing the cork partway back into the bottle and sliding it into the fridge. The cool air hit my flushed skin, but it did little to tame the fire Dom had ignited in me just by looking at me like that.
I shut the
