He shifted closer and slid one of his muscular thigh between mine.
The pressure landed exactly where I was aching.
A helpless sound escaped me before I could swallow it.
I tried to hold myself still, but my hips moved slightly against his thigh. The friction was barely enough to count, yet it sent a wicked spark through my body.
He noticed immediately.
Naturally, he noticed.
This man could probably detect arousal from three rooms away.
“Are you trying to use my thigh without permission?” he asked.
“No.”
Dominic looked down before returning his attention to my face.
“You are rubbing yourself against me while looking into my eyes and lying.”
“The movement was accidental.”
“That is another lie.”
His fingers hooked underneath one strap of my bra and dragged it slowly down my shoul
