“Yep.” He winked. “This is the comfiest position for both of us. At the moment, anyway.”
That innuendo didn’t escape me any more than the first had. Fortunately, Max and Xander were bickering about something and didn’t hear him. “Stop being inappropriate.”
Dom’s eyes dropped to my mouth. “Make me.”
Fuck.I shifted in my seat, willing myself not to get hard. Naturally, my body ignored me. “I’m not playing this game with you.”
“Yes, you are. You can’t resist it.”
I ignored him, taking a long glug of my beer. I’d made the switch when we came to this place. Necking whisky at the rate I had been would’ve seen me being rolled out of here. I had to fight myself not to grimace at the bitter flavour. I might be able to tolerate it now, but it wasn’t my favourite.
Dom’s fingers started moving up and down his thigh. Not mine. But given how we were pressed together, I felt the tantalising brush of them with every lap.
“Speaking of my arse, how are we looking on a timeline?” Dom asked.
I hissed, looking pointedly at Max and Xander. “Are you actually insane?”
“They’re too focused on tearing each other apart.” Somehow he managed to shuffle even closer, his mouth a mere breath from my ear. “But I can whisper like this if you prefer. So, when’s it happening? I know you’ve been thinking about it.”
“I have not,” I shot back in a harsh whisper, twisting to see his face. Amusement glimmered in his dark eyes.
“Liar,” he whispered. His fingers moved faster, never quite touching me fully, but enough to have my traitorous body leaning into him. “Unless you’ve been thinking about me inside you. I’m down for that too.”
I tried to lean away. I really did. But for some reason, I didn’t move. “Nothing like that’s going to happen between us. I’m with Kate.”
“Kate, who is nowhere to be seen.” Dom made a show of looking around us before continuing. “Who has insisted the two of you are having a break before the wedding. If it was our wedding, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
I blinked as his words sent an unexpected lance of pain through me. “Because you don’t trust me?”
“No, Shadow, because I can’t stand the thought of being apart from you.”
I swallowed as the pain sharpened into something older. More familiar.“Shame you didn’t always feel that way.”
His lips twisted. “I’m a changed man now.”
“So am I. Which is why nothing is going to happen between us.”
“Something’s already happened.” Dom tilted his head mockingly. “Or are you going to sit there and lie to me about the other night? Before you were sick?”
I stiffened before shooting a quick glance at Xander and Max. They were still arguing so intensely they’d likely forgotten we were even here. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about how you got off while thinking of me.” Dom’s breath was hot against my ear. His hand ghosted up the side of my neck and I had to bite my lip to contain my whimper. “How you’re going to think about me tonight when you get home too.”
“I won’t.”
“Don’t be ashamed, Shadow. I’ll be thinking of you too.”
Enough. I had to leave. Had to put some distance between myself and Dominic before he did something stupid.
Or I did.
I picked up my jacket from the back of the booth and hung it strategically across my arm. “I’m off.”
Xander and Max both jolted. Max looked around wildly, like he was reminding himself where he was. Xander, however, was glaring at him in a way that was vaguely threatening. He didn’t look away from Max as he spoke. “Want me to come?”
I shook my head as I slid from the booth. “Nope, you guys stay. I can get myself home.”
“I’ll join you.” Dom braced his hands on the table. “I’m ready to get back too.”
