(Dominic’s POV)
Her legs wrapped tighter around me, her breath catching as I pressed against her—hard and aching, straining through the thin barrier of my sweatpants. Her fingers gripped my shoulders like she didn’t trust herself to let go.
I ran my hand down the curve of her side, slow and possessive, lingering at her hip.
“I tried,” I murmured, voice low against her skin. “Tried to live without you.”
Her eyes opened—wide and searching.
“But I can’t,” I said. “I missed you, Anna. Every second. Every f*****g breath.”
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Her hand slid down my chest again, over the hard ridges of muscle, trembling as she moved lower.
I let my palm drift, wrapping around her hip, my fingers curling down beneath her, squeezing the soft, perfect shape of her ass.
