The sound of Dom’s Range Rover rumbles to a halt and before I realise it, I’m smiling like the cat that got the cream as I set the book down and practically skip to the door.
Of course, I can’t have him knowing I’m this happy to see him, so I put the brakes on as he swings open the door. With my fist digging into my cocked hip, I chew on the inside of my cheek. “You locked me up again.”
“I missed you too, little fox.” He strides down the hall, his arms laden with shopping bags. He leans in to peck my cheek, but I turn my head.
“I’m serious, Dom. What if there was a fire?” I follow him into the kitchen.
He drops the bags on the counter, then opens a kitchen drawer, lifting out a spare key. “If there was a fire, you’d have called me, and I would have told you where the spare key is.”
I reach up to take the key from him, but he pulls back. “I don’t want you going out until all this is over. Malcolm won’t stop till he has what he wants.”
My breath halts. “What does he want?”
Dom grazes my cheek. “He wants what’s mine.”
I lean into his touch, loving his fingers on my skin. My heart races as I gaze into his deep brown eyes, heated with the fire of a flaming sambuca. I drink him in, warming every part of my body.
“I won’t leave, Dom.”
“Do I have your word? Can I trust you?”
“Can I trust you?” I swallow. There’s still some small doubt, but I want to trust him. I want to give myself to him completely, but guys have always let me down in the past. Maybe I’ll never be able to trust anyone, and this is as good as it gets.
As if he can read my mind, he says, “Only you can answer that, Red.”
Throwing caution to the wind, I lift on my tiptoes and slip my fingers around his neck to pull his lips to mine.
With a carnivorous growl, he claims my mouth, dominating the kiss as his tongue plunders every ounce of desire I have for this man. My hunter, my loyal hound, and my salvation.
He breaks the kiss, panting heavily onto my lips. “Damn, Poppy. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Well, unless that’s a banana in your pocket again, I think I have a good idea.” I giggle, then bite my lip, rolling it between my teeth. A heated flush works up my cheeks. “I did miss you.”
His eyes widen. I can almost hear the fire crackle with his heated stare.
“I missed waking up in your arms.” My hand reaches down to palm his erection. “And I missed this thick cock of yours digging between my ass like it does every morning.”
His eyes grow hotter than the fires of hell. A wicked curl of his lips has the pulse between my thighs throbbing with need. “Was my little fox hungry for my cock?”
“Yes.” I pant the word. The slickness pools between my thighs and my cheeks burn with the mortification of finally admitting how much I want him.
“Strip.” It’s a command. His tone is authoritative and demanding.
My mouth parts as I stare up at him, wanting to please him, but wanting to protect my heart at the same time.
“Did you hear me?”
I nod and lift the pyjama top over my head. Fuck my heart. My vag will kill us both if she doesn’t get what she wants. My breasts hang heavy without a bra holding them in place. I drop the t-shirt to the floor, feeling powerful despite his predatory gaze. The way he looks at me as though I’m his next meal is every bit thrilling, as it is frightening.
“And the rest. Let me see that red treasure.” He nods at my shorts. “I want you bare. I want to gaze at what’s mine and enjoy every fucking inch of your body.”
I slip my shorts down. “I’m still on my period.”
He huffs a half laugh. “And?”
The shorts pool at my feet, leaving me completely exposed. I glance out the kitchen window at the woodland, hoping nobody will call and see me like this. But if they did, I don’t think I could stop whatever this is. Whatever Dom has planned for me. I want it. Need it even.
A tremble courses through me as Dom steps closer. His hands stroke my hair, like stroking a pet, then his knuckles graze down my body, over my heavy breasts.
