Callie's POV
As I lay there in the dim light of my bedroom, the air was thick and my body humming with unmet need. It started innocently enough, or as innocent as these dreams ever got.
A hand slipped into the loose neckline of my shirt from behind, warm fingers brushing my skin, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
I turned, my heart pounding, and there he was. Dominic was shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling, those chiseled abs drawing my eyes like a magnet.
God, they were sculpted, every ridge defined from years of hard work and discipline, a stark contrast to the softness of my own body.
Before I could speak, his hand cupped my breast, squeezing firmly, the pressure was just right and possessive, yet teasing.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my lips, and kis
