His breath was hot against my skin, and the rough scrape of his stubble sent tiny sparks of sensation shooting up my neck. I felt my heart stutter in my chest, the pulse in my throat thrumming beneath his lips. His presence, his touch—everything about him was suddenly overwhelming in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.
I had asked for this—hadn’t I?
But I wasn’t prepared for the intimate closeness of it.
“Just relax,” Dom murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin below my ear. His voice was low, almost soothing, but there was an edge to it—a tightness, like he was struggling to keep himself in check.
I tried to relax, but his proximity, the weight of his body so close to mine, made my thoughts scatter. His scent was everywhere now, swirling around me in a dizzy
