I shiver and go to step away, but his grip tightens, holding me in place.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, eyes watching my brother. He can look in this direction at any time. All it would take is a second, and we’d be caught.
“Answer the question.” One hand slips under the hem of my shirt to rest against my lower belly. His hold is possessive, his touch like a hot brand against my skin.
“You told me to talk to someone,” I remind him.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my abdomen for a millisecond before he relaxes them. “And you chosehim?”
He’s seething, and I can’t help the smile that ghosts over my lips. It’s a good thing he can’t see the expression on my face.
“Yup.”
“Careful,” he warns. “You’re walking a dangerous line. One that’s liable to get you punished.”
A tiny bead of sweat forms along my hairline. It’s not overly warm outside. Yet, I’m burning up.
“You can’t punish me for doing what you asked.”Right?Though a part of me isn’t as turned off by the idea as I should be. Anticipation thrums through my veins.
“Watch me,” he growls low in my ear before sliding his hand over my flat tummy and into the front of my jeans.
Clenching my thighs together, I ignore the heat blossoming in my chest. The memory of my morning with Dominique floods through my mind and despite my efforts to keep my body rigid against his, he makes no sign of being deterred. If anything, my lack of response only serves to embolden him.
Dominique slides a finger over the fabric of my already damp panties before rubbing my clit through the material. Shit. I clench my teeth, fighting against the urge to whimper.
His teeth nip at my earlobe as he strokes me, sending a bright burst of pleasure straight to my center. The air hums with electricity and his lean and powerful form wraps around mine.
“I’ll be back tonight after Aaron goes to bed.” His tone is laced with promise. “Leave the side door unlocked.”
I swallow hard, keeping utterly still despite the demands of my body, urging me to give in to his touch. To welcome his embrace.
“Wear nothing but my shirt when I arrive. I want you ready for me. Understand?”
My hands curl into fists at my sides. I can’t breathe. Let alone form coherent words to respond. Deacon and my brother are only a few yards away. At any point, one or both of them can turn around to find Dominique’s hand buried down the front of my pants, and for some strange, fucked up reason, knowing that only turns me on more.
My lungs expand with my attempts to suck in a breath.
“Tell me you understand, baby girl.”
He flicks my clit, eliciting a whimper that is met by his dark chuckle. “Good enough,” he says and withdraws his hand from my panties.
A choked sound of disappointment escapes me, and it’s then that my brother turns to glance in our direction. “You two good?” he asks, attention split between us and the game.
“All good, man,” Dominique answers, standing stiff behind me.
How does he sound so unaffected right now? Turning so my flushed face doesn’t give me away, I call out, “I’m gonna hit the books while you guys play, but call me later. K’?”
I don’t know if my words are meant for Deacon or my brother, but both promise to talk to me later, waving me off as they shout at the display, redirecting their focus back to the game.
Dominique’s heated gaze spears arrows of awareness into my back as I head for the door but I refuse to look over my shoulder.
Don’t look at him.I tell myself.It’ll only give him what he wants.
Chewing my bottom lip, I open the exterior door that leads inside. I’ve barely passed the threshold when the urge to look back damn near overwhelms me.You can do this, Kasey. Just close the door.
I need to turn around to close the door. So I do, careful to keep my gaze downcast. But I also need to make sure it closes all the way. Quinn would be annoyed with me if I left it cracked and let all of the cool air out.
It’s the excuse I tell myself but I know it’s a lie. Just like it’s a lie when I tell myself that not only am I strong enough to keep from meeting his gaze, no part of me wants to meet it anyway.
