CHAPTER 90: TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND FUCK ME

I turned away from him, suddenly too warm, even though the room wasn’t hot.

"I’m gonna take a shower," I mumbled, tugging my shirt over my head, the fabric brushed my skin in a way that made me feel weirdly exposed.

I could feel Dominic’s gaze on me.

"You always undress this casually in front of guys who flirt with you?" he teased.

"You said you were too tired to move."

"I am," he said. "But I’m not blind."

I looked back at him. He hadn’t moved from my bed, but his eyes hadn’t left me either. They weren’t filled with their usual smugness, though. They were dangerous.

"You’re impossible," I muttered, reaching for the towel hanging by the door.

"You’re cute when you’re pretending I don’t affect you," he replied, sitting up a little now.

My hand paused on the towel.

"You know I like you, right?"

I looked at him.

And everything stopped.

"You what?"

He shrugged, but I saw the way his fingers fidgeted with the edge of my bedsheet.

"I like you," he said again. "I thought it was obvious."

My heart did a weird stutter. "It wasn’t."

"You serious?"

"You flirt everytime like it’s a game. So, I just thought it was just you being you."

"Yeah, well." He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly shy. "It’s not a game to me."

I sat on the edge of the bed,with the towel clutched in my hand. "Then why didn’t you say anything when I asked before?"

"I was going to," he said. "Before Ian showed up. And maybe I also got scared."

I looked at him. "Scared of what?"

He exhaled. "Of what this means. Of what people might think. My friends don’t know. My parents sure as hell don’t. I’ve never... done this before. Liked a guy so much I want to be with him. I just need time."

"When?" I asked softly. "What if that time never comes?"

"Sometimes I feel like you like me," I said. "And sometimes... I feel like I’m just your favorite distraction. So pick a side."

He sighed.

"So what are we doing, then?" I asked. "Is this just something that stays hidden forever?"

"Just because I’m not ready to say it out loud to the world," he said. "Doesn’t mean I don’t want you."

I looked down at my lap. "What if that’s not enough?"

Dominic stood up, slowly. He grabbed my hands and knelt in front of me.

"Look at me," he said.

I did.

"I don’t have all the answers yet," he said. "I don’t know when I’ll be ready to tell everyone. But I swear to you on everything, I’m not messing with you. I like you so much it actually scares me."

So I just said the truth. "I like you too. A lot. So much it kind of hurts. It’s stupid, and scary, and makes no sense. But it’s real."

He smiled.

"I don’t want you to be disappointed in me," he said.

"Then just disappoint me more."

He blinked, startled.

"You do know you’re my karma," he whispered.

"What does that even mean?" I asked.

He leaned in, his forehead brushing mine. "I don’t know. Maybe you’re what I get for pretending to be someone I’m not."

Then he kissed me.

I kissed him back, my hand gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He pushed me back against the wall, his mouth kept trailing over mine. My hands found the back of his shoulders, because it felt so good with his hunky body. His found my waist.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I said.

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

I met his eyes. "I don’t want you to stop."

That was all it took.

My hand slipped lower, almost without thinking, and I felt his hard, huge, dick against his jeans. My breath caught. I wrapped my fingers around his dick through the fabric, and he moaned into my mouth.

He kissed me again, and this time it was hungrier. His hands gripped my waist. I moaned quietly into his mouth, and he pulled back just an inch, looking at me with those serious, dark eyes.

"I have to stop," he said softly. "If I keep going, I won’t be able to."

I swallowed, nodding, though my body screamed for him not to. "Okay."

But he exhaled and pressed his forehead to mine again.

He kissed my cheek, then my forehead.

"I’ll... I’ll let you shower," he said.

I grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom, my whole body was still buzzing.

Under the shower, the water ran over me, but it couldn’t wash away the feeling of his lips, the sound of his voice moaning. My heart wouldn’t slow down.

A knock at the door made me freeze.

"Ash?" Dominic’s called.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in?"

My pulse jumped. "Uh... yeah."

The door opened and he stepped in, half-naked, a towel slung low on his hips. He shut the door behind him, and my mouth went dry.

"You’re so damn cute with your hair all wet like that," he said, eyes running over me.

I laughed awkwardly, turning back toward the water. "You can... uh... I mean, I’m still showering."

"I know," he said with that crooked grin.

"Pretend I’m not here. I just... want to watch you."

Watch me? Right. As if I could be casual with him standing there looking at me like that.

I grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around my waist quickly.

"Kind of hard when you’re standing there looking like a goddamn Calvin Klein model."

He chuckled. "Sorry. I’ll just... sit here and admire the view then."

"You’re ridiculous."

And then....I felt it. My own erection pressing against the fabric.

His eyes dropped, and he grinned. "Aww... that’s cute."

I groaned. "Stop. I’m shy."

"Why?"

"Because the guy I like is standing here staring at me like he wants me to strip for him."

"I don’t think you’ve done this before. Have you?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No."

For a moment, the air between us went still. Then he closed the distance.

"Close your eyes," he murmured. "Let go. Breathe. You’ll be fine."

I did as he said. I felt the heat of his body before I felt his touch....his hand moved along my waist, his fingers brushed against damp skin.

My towel loosened, then slipped away completely....and then, it was gone.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

I opened my eyes and he was there....naked, beautiful, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world.

My gaze traveled down almost and my breath caught.

It was hard. So fucking hard. And huge. Like, way bigger than I expected. I looked up at him, wide-eyed.

"Holy... wow," I blurted before I could stop myself. "It’s... exactly as big as I imagined. Maybe bigger."

My pulse roared so loudly I could barely hear anything else. Was this really happening? Was he really here, with me, like this? Is he going to have sex with me? What am I going to do?

He smirked, stepping even closer until I could feel his warmth without touching.

"So you’ve imagined it, huh?"

My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away. "Maybe."

"Good," he growled. "Because I’ve imagined this..." He brushed his thumb along my jaw, tilting my face up. "...even more."

I didn’t know who leaned in first. But suddenly, our lips were inches apart.

"Dominic..." I whispered.

"Mm?"

"Are you going to fuck me?"