Aurora POV
As I stare at him, one thought continues to plague me: Dominic Guerrero doesn’t negotiate, he always gets what he wants.
The realization makes my stomach churn with frustration. I shove him away without another word, needing to breathe without him hovering so closely in my stomach. I barely make it two steps before a strong hand reaches out to grab me, pulling me back.
“Don’t—”
I barely have time to reacted before I crash into his chest, that same arm coming around behind me to wrap me up in a tight hold. Heat flushes over my face, hot and needy like the spot between my legs.
His grip on me is firm. Possessive.
“Don’t leave yet,” he murmurs. “I haven’t finished talking to you.”
I hate how good he smells.
That spice cologne I’d gotten intimately familiar with while we’
