Zara's POV
My breath caught as I read it. The words made my cheeks flush even hotter, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. My body reacted instantly—the heat between my legs growing stronger, my n*****s tightening against the thin fabric of my top. I could feel the way my p***y clenched at the memory, the way his tongue had felt sliding through my folds and circling my c**t while he held me open. I didn’t want to admit how much his words were turning me on, so I typed back, pushing him a little harder this time.
Maybe I was just being polite. Or maybe I was thinking about someone else the whole time. Someone who actually knows what he’s doing.
I hit send on the text and glanced up from my phone. This time Dom did look over, just for a second, his eyes locking
