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I fail miserably.

As soon as I settle under the covers, Dom rolls over and reaches for me with unerring accuracy, pulling me against his warm body. "Missed you, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

He missed me.

God, I missed him too. What the fuck are we doing? There's no way this doesn't end badly, and now I'm curled up in his body in his bed to what—just sleep like some kind of couple or something?

His arm is heavy across my waist, his chest solid against my back. He smells like expensive cologne and warm skin. My body relaxes into his embrace even as my mind continues its frantic cataloging of all the reasons this is a terrible idea.

But as his breathing evens out again, his warmth enveloping me like a cocoon, I find my thoughts slowing, my eyes growing heavy. It doesn't take long before I start drifting off, wrapped in his strong arms, feeling inexplicably, impossibly safe.

Chapter Forty-One

Dominic

I wake to her scent surrounding me, our limbs tangled together in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Her ass presses against my cock, which is already rock hard. My hand rests on her stomach, rising and falling with each of her gentle breaths. I bring it up slowly, cupping her breast, feeling its perfect weight as I grind myself against her.

She lets out a little whimper in her sleep, arching into me unconsciously. I tug lightly on her nipple, feeling it harden between my fingers. She presses back further, fitting herself against me like she was made to be there.

I slide my hand down her body, mapping every curve before slipping beneath the edge of her panties. She's already wet, ready for me even in sleep. I sink two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around me.

"Mmm," she moans, turning onto her back. Her eyes flutter open, unfocused and heavy-lidded with sleep and desire.

"Good morning," she breathes, her voice still rough with sleep.

"Good morning," I reply, thrusting my fingers into her again, watching her back arch slightly off the bed.

"I like waking up to you," I tell her, meaning every word. The morning light catches the gold in her green eyes, making them shine.

"I like it too," she says, her lips curving into a smile that does dangerous things to my chest.

I remove my fingers and bring them to her mouth. She opens automatically, sucking them in, her tongue swirling around them as she tastes herself. Her eyes never leave mine.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you," I growl, my control slipping at the sight of her lips wrapped around my fingers.

She slides her panties off in one fluid motion, then spreads her legs for me. "Then get inside me," she says, her boldness surprising and arousing me further.

"Fucking Christ," I groan, kissing her hard as I roll on top of her, settling between her spread thighs. She kisses me with the same hunger, her hands tangling in my hair.

I position myself at her opening but wait, savoring the moment. I know when I thrust into her, she'll tear her mouth away from mine, and I'm not ready to lose this contact, the taste of her lips, the slide of her tongue against mine.

She bites my bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth, and I growl low in my throat. This girl is destroying me.

"Please, Dominic," she whispers when she lets go, her eyes wide and pleading.

"I'll give you anything you want," I promise, thrusting into her fully in one smooth stroke.

She gasps, arching her back, her body accepting me perfectly. I pull out to the tip and thrust back in, watching her face contort in pleasure.

"Fuck," she moans, her hand finding its way back into my hair, tugging lightly.

"You feel perfect, baby," I tell her as I thrust in again, establishing a steady rhythm.

She pulls my face down to hers and kisses me again, deep and hungry. I swallow her moans, savoring each one. I want to wake up to this every morning—her body under mine, her taste on my tongue, her scent all around me.

I pick up my pace, pounding into her harder, driven by the sounds she makes. I move my arm under her leg, pushing it up higher, changing the angle. When I bottom out the next time, she cries out.

"Oh god, right there," she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders.