Текст книги "Take Me"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Felicity knew something was wrong. She’d just finished packaging up the finished centerpieces and stacking them against the wall when Graham stood. In a flash, he was out the front door without a word.

Damn but he could move fast. Felicity knew she could too but to move fast and quietly like that still took a lot of practice, even for vampires.

She heard the squeal of tires, then low voices as she made her way to the front door. She didn’t have fancy tinted windows so hers were boarded up inside and covered with heavy drapes. It was a common enough thing for vampires. She opened the front door and gasped at what she saw.

Dominic Blackmoore was striding up to her front door in long strides, covered in blood, radiating sex and anger, and his eyes were locked on hers.

Suddenly her heart raced, her breathing became hard to catch.

“Dom?”

He walked right into her, his chest brushing against hers and pushing her backward. His hand shot out and the door slammed closed behind them. Something or someone had torn his jacket; it hung in shreds around him. Blood covered his face and ran in red pools down his white shirt. His clothes looked extra fancy, aside from all that, as if he’d been out at a party.

“What happened to you?”

Big, strong hands caught her waist then he lifted her up to the level of his mouth as if she weighed nothing to him. His mouth slammed down to hers and his thick tongue curled inside. Felicity moaned at his heady flavor and her body reacted on its own. Arms entwining around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist, she slid her tongue against his. He groaned.

The kiss went on and on growing wetter and hotter by the minute. They ate at each other. He kissed her as if she was a lifeline he needed, as if he wanted to do it forever. The heat of his hands holding her never dipped down to cup her bottom or reached up to caress her breasts. He simply held her and kissed her.

That alone made Felicity’s feelings for him blossom like a flower in the sun. He’d promised her she was his now, she’d agreed, and that meant he was hers. She had Dominic Blackmoore. They could finally be together.

He chose me!

He ended the kiss slowly with less heated kisses until he gave her one last lip bite, and then finally he just pressed his lips to hers and breathed unevenly.

Her eyes opened, met his, and a slow smile curled over her lips.

“I think this is a great way to say hello.”

“I had to see you.” His eyes bared his soul to her and she gulped. He truly wanted her. This wasn’t pretend; this was real.

“Let me clean you up,” she said.

Nodding, he let her go but seemed hesitant to do so. As her toes touched the ground, she reached up one more time to snatch his head in her hands, and brought his mouth down for a kiss. Feeling happy and a little giddy, she couldn’t stop smiling as she pressed kisses along his jaw, cheeks, and nose.

His voice was rough as he said, “I’m trying to be a gentleman and not take you right now, but you’re making that much more difficult than it should be, Felicity.”

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, banged her heart at his words.

“Okay.” She gave him a little, sweet smile then tugged him into the kitchen. “Take a seat. I’ll get you cleaned up then you can tell me all about why you’re covered in blood and smell like a were.”

He pulled out one of her chairs, gave it a scowl, and then sat down in it. Felicity froze as she heard an ominous creak, but it was too late. She could do nothing to stop it.

The wood splintered. With a snapping-crack the chair caved in sending Dominic sprawling across her kitchen floor.

Felicity stared, stunned. Dominic Blackmoore, covered in blood, wearing an expensive but torn suit, was slumped on his ass on her kitchen floor in a pile of broken wood.

His lips parted, his eyes glared at the floor, and his hands were held up in the air as if asking how did I get here?

The first giggle came. Quickly followed by another.

His eyes slowly came up, heated and sexy as hell, his lips pressed into a thin line.

She sucked in a wheezing breath as her sides pinched. But she couldn’t hold it in. She burst out laughing, tears filling her eyes as she leaned against the wall for support.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. That is...the...funniest thing...” she sucked in a sharp breath then rushed out, “I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Dominic slowly stood. His foot caught on some wood and he jerked almost falling again. That sent Felicity into more fits of laughter.

She saw him coming but didn’t care. “Oh god! Oh god! My sides hurt!” She hunched over to try to suck in some much needed air and realized he stood directly in front of her. The fine polish of his shoes caught her eye and slowly she stood up, her giggles slowing.

She caught his stormy expression as her laughter died out. Her body sent a wave of longing through her. Something about his dark looks only made her want him, it seemed. She wanted to make him feel better...in any possible way.

“You dare to laugh at me because of your...your cheap furniture?” he growled in a lethal voice, one meant to intimidate her.

Felicity kept her lips from twitching, then she looked at his lips pulled flat and couldn’t keep from acting. The need, the longing for him was too much. She felt as if she’d been waiting all her life for this man, and maybe she had been. Maybe that’s why no one else had ever kept her attention for long.

Felicity stepped into him. His eyes flickered with something and she couldn’t stop her heavy breathing, or her eyes from dropping to half-mast.

“Dom...”

His eyes answered her need by turning heavy with the look. He cupped her waist. “Felicity,” it sounded like a warning.

To hell with caution. She wanted this man, and he’d chosen her.

 Felicity flattened her hands on his chest and slowly opened one of the little buttons of his shirt. His chest rose sharply, hand tightened around her waist.

“Felicity—”

“Shush,” she whispered.

Her eyes caught dark bronzed skin at his throat, the dark mixture of hair on his chest pulled her nipples taut. She wanted to bare her breasts and rub them across his hard chest, feel his hair chafing her tender nipples.

She opened the next button, then the next. Two, three, four.

At five she could see the definition of his pectoral muscles. She could no longer control her heavy breathing. It was ragged. She didn’t even care.

Six, seven...

A tight hard stomach came into view, hard with definition and dusted in a light spattering of black hair that started at his belly button then went further into his pants.

Eight, nine...

She tugged the rest of his shirt out of his pants and opened the last button free. She spread the material open and when it caught on his shoulders with the heavy weight of his suit jacket holding it down she pushed sending both fluttering to the ground.

Her breath caught. His chest rose and fell in jagged motions.

He was golden brown, beautiful and hard. So very male. She melted, pressing a kiss to his chest. The ache inside her turned into an all-out hungry need, one that wouldn’t leave until she learned everything about him.

Her hands went around his back to squeeze the hard muscles at his lower back. She trailed her hands up the straight sides feeling the heat of him. The soft skin, the heat and strength of his muscles.

He fisted the material of her shirt at her lower back as if searching for control.

She kissed her way across his chest, to each of the dark brown circles of his nipples. She nuzzled one with her nose, breathed in his masculine scent before she kissed her way up to his collarbone. His neck arched to give her room.

Hands wandering, cupping and feeling hard, hot flesh, she licked at his throat, pressed open-mouthed kisses there before she headed down...down...down.

Her shirt bunched as he refused to let go of it. The material gathered around her neck as she slowly kissed her way down his chest. With a quick move, she ducked out of the shirt and he tossed it away. Spots of blood covered his chest in ragged lines that were already starting to heal.

The scent of his blood beckoned her like a curling finger. She was lost to it. The longest of the cut was at his waist near his hip. It went around his side and up about a foot long in a jagged line. She reached it and his hands threaded through her hair, held on.

“Felicity,” he said, sounding pained.

Needed flooded between her legs. She was so wet for him. So ready to feel him inside her for the first time.

She kissed the gnarled cut that had stopped bleeding, and darted out her tongue to lick it.

The scent of his arousal surrounded her. His low groan tickled her ears. She licked the entire cut, every little inch of it, licking up his dried delicious blood and helping to heal it. His taste flooded her senses. As she reached the bottom of it near his hipbone, she became sidetracked with the hard bone there. Her hands ran up his hard side then down around his back to cup his backside. He growled as his hips arched into her so near her face. She kissed the bone, her tongue sliding around it and he hissed.

The button and his zipper proved easy to undo. As his pants sagged to his thighs, Felicity kissed her way across his tight stomach to his other hipbone, entranced by the hard V formed from the muscle that split his hips. His body jerked and shuddered at her touch. He wore black boxer briefs that sat low on his hips and stopped just at the tops of his legs. They weren’t cotton but something softer.

His erect cock strained against the fabric hard and ready for her. Felicity tucked her fingers beneath the fabric then gently peeled it down his strong, muscular legs.

“Felicity...” he growled as his cock sprung free.

She had to take a deep breath to slow herself down. She wanted to take him in her hand feel him all at once, find out how hard and soft he was, how hot. She wanted to taste every inch of him, to feel him slide inside her slippery wet sex, but first she had to calm down. She wanted to savor this, to savor him, and these first moments together.

“Shush,” she said, an order.

His hands clenched in her hair as she kissed his upper thighs. Her hands rounded his tight backside and squeezed before moving to learn the hard muscles of his thighs. She felt the light dusting of hair beneath her palms. The tickling sensation made her smile.

“Let me take you. Let me inside you.”

Felicity’s body clenched at the idea. Soon, she thought. “Not yet, honey.”

She couldn’t wait anymore. His cock hung heavy and long by her mouth so she ran her soft cheek against it. Blazing heat scalded her. His thighs trembled and then locked beneath her hands.

She kissed the tip of him, licked off the creamy wetness as her hand curled around him. She couldn’t close her fingers around him. He filled her hand like a hard bat. He was so hot and heavy. She licked around him, wetting him with her mouth and lips as her hand gripped him. Then she started to tug.

“Christ! What are you doing to me?” he said, his voice a hoarse shout.

He actually shouted.

He’d told her it’d been a ridiculously long time since he’d been with a woman and suddenly Felicity wanted to give him every ounce of desire she could. What a shame that this beautiful male had no woman to worship him for so long. Felicity wanted to bring him to climax just with her mouth, then settle him down and bring him back against with her hand until she could ride him and take them both to paradise.

“Dom,” she whispered. Her eyes closed as she sucked him deep, as deep as she could.

She pumped him in her fist. Her other hand, curious, dipped under him to fill her palm with the tight male flesh of his sac.

Cursing and murmuring, half-Turkish, half-English words caressed her ears. His hands loosened in her hair to become almost gentle as his hips started rocking, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth.

“Isa seni çok iyi hissediyorum. Bana ne yapıyorsun?”

He was hard in her mouth but soft as velvet and hot as flame. His taste was masculine decadence, the sound of his breathing the most beautiful in the world, and his own body’s natural movements nearly made her come without so much as a touch from him.

She needed to feel him spill in her mouth, needed to learn what he tasted like. So she moved faster. His breath caught and grew so ragged it whipped the air as his great chest heaved.

“Felicity! Let me inside you woman, please!”

She wanted him inside her too but not right now. Right now she wanted his seed on her tongue.

His begging made her moan around his length as she worked his wet cock with hand and mouth. She sucked and lapped, moving her lips around him and pumping his stiff cock.

She felt it when he came. His thighs tightened until the muscles bulged. His hips thrust faster working his cock in and out in a rapid rhythm. His breaths saw the air. This his hands clenched in her hair, grip biting as he held her to him. His cock jerked as it came, twitched. The sac beneath her palm pulsed. And then he shot, coming in long bursts against her tongue.

Hoarse, satisfied shouts filled the room. She caught her name in amidst colorful curses as he came and came. She swallowed him down then slowly eased his cock out of her mouth.

She kissed his shaft as it sagged a bit, ran her hands across his thighs and up his hips as she slowly started to stand and kiss her way back up his body. Still, she didn’t look him in the eyes. She hadn’t this whole time.

As she finally reached his pectorals and his arms sealed around her naked waist, she looked up into his eyes and found something completely staggering.

His eyes were filled with the look, but the look was so raw and unsheltered that it made her heart skip a beat. This was passion incarnate and she was caught up in it.

He lifted her in his arms, then kicked off the rest of his pants and strode down the hallway to her bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress. When he followed her down, naked and golden, and hard again she moaned.

Yes, this would finally be it. Finally, she would know him in the most intimate way a woman could know a man.

His mouth tasted the sweat at her neck. His hands covered her breasts. He worked his way down her chest much faster than she’d done him, for which she sent a little prayer of thanks out to the world. She needed his touch, all he’d have to do is press his finger against her clitoris and she’d come apart, she knew it.

He seemed to know it because he took his time unbuttoning her jeans and working them down her thighs. Everywhere he revealed skin he kissed. From her hipbones to her outer thighs, to her inner thighs. Then finally, the jeans and underwear were down her legs. He pressed a kiss to her ankle, and with her leg lifted in the air, he looked down at her with eyes glowing. Her eyes matched his with need.

“I’ll be patient next time. Right now, I need to taste you.” Low and hoarse, his deep pitched voice sent a wave of pleasure over her.

“Yes,” was all she could say.

Then his hands ran up and down her thighs from knee to the inner cusp of her leg just grazing her slick center.

He had to be able to smell her, had to see how wet touching him had made her. He didn’t seem to care at all; he looked positively enthralled as he crawled up between her legs. He blew a stream of air across her wet folds and she hissed, her back arching off the bed, and hands curling into the messy bed sheets.

 He nipped her inner thigh then rasped, “I’m going to touch you and make you come, and after you settle down I’m going to lick you until you do it again.”

Felicity panted thinking that no way could she have two orgasms so close together.

But he proved her wrong.

With just the barest touch of his finger, he pressed against her wet bud and slowly, so slowly, moved it in a tight circle. Her breath hitched as everything in her gut pulled painfully tight with burning heat. One, two, three more little circles and she bowed off the bed, her voice choking as she tried to scream but couldn’t. Hot, painful pleasure exploded through her starting deep in her womb and moving outward.

She could no longer feel his touch. She could no longer even see as her vision faded then slowly came back, piece by granular piece until she was once again staring up at her white ceiling.

Sharp fangs nipped her inner thigh helping to bring her back down. He stroked her legs then moved up over her hips to her waist in tender caresses. He was right. He was doing exactly what he’d promised he would. He was slowly letting her catch her breath and take stock of her body.

She still burned with need inside her, a tight pressure. It was as if that orgasm had only lifted the lid off the pot to release some steam but she still had so much more to release. Her nipples were tight, tender peaks and everywhere his hands rubbed over her left her writhing in agony.

“Now for the second,” he promised.

He licked up her aroused flesh, and a thick, long finger circled her opening again and again. She twitched, her hips arching. Words left her, begging him to finish her, to please take her, to finally fill her. She’d never sounded so needy in her whole life. Surely the guards outside, even her neighbors could hear her but she didn’t care about any of that. Not at all.

His finger circled her and his lips kissed her in a flutteringly soft touch. Then his lips parted and his tongue touched her, tasting her.

A low sound filled the room and she realized it wasn’t her but him. His growl.

Moving fast, he reached up to pinch her nipple tugging it hard as his finger at her center plunged inside. A choked cry escaped her. Her back bowed off the bed, hips thrust in a little rocking motion against him, wanting him to thrust that finger...wanting him to replace it with something far bigger and far harder.

He set out and did exactly as he said he would.

He suckled her needy bud building a painful ache deep in her belly with each stroke. His fingers played at her nipple tugging and rolling as his finger, finally, started to thrust inside her.

It came so fast. She didn’t want it to. It felt so heavenly that she wanted to stay like this forever. But pleasure this intense and this good couldn’t last forever, it had to detonate fast.

And she did.

Her cries carried through the room. “Dom! Dom!”

His heavy breaths blew across her hot flesh as his finger worked her and tongue moved faster to prolong the hot frenzy engulfing her. The painful, sensual sensations tore through her, blinding her, making her shudder underneath him.

Only his touch kept her from flying off the bed.

And then he eased her down again with tender, slow touches. His finger pulled out of her making her moan at the loss, his fingers stopped tugging her nipple and then he kissed his way up her stomach.

He curled her into his body, his face buried in her neck, and her bottom cupped against his groin. Her body had never felt so relaxed. Each of her limbs seemed to have lost weight because she felt as light as air with only his arm around her waist keeping her on the bed.

“I should clean the blood off you,” she murmured into her pillow.

He licked her throat then kissed her. “Tomorrow.”

“Mmm” she said.

Then she fell asleep for the first time in Dominic Blackmoore’s arms and it was the greatest feeling she’d ever felt.

But just as great pleasure couldn’t last, a part of her knew this couldn’t either.

Chapter 15

Felicity roused covered in a warm, male body. Out of all the ways she’d ever woken up or been woken up this was by far the best.

Dom was kissing her neck, his hands running the length of her body in a lazy, sleepy way and her body was beginning that slow wonderful burn that only lead to great things.

“How did you sleep?” she asked.

She grasped a handful of his dark hair as he nibbled across her neck, his long, heavy body sliding across hers as he did. Her stomach clenched as his cock landed between her legs, heavy and hard on her mound.

“Better than I ever have.”

Surely he was exaggerating but she wasn’t about to challenge his compliment.

“You smell good in the morning.” She rubbed her cheek along his. The feel of his stubble rasping her cheek made her smile. She inhaled the scent at his neck, licked his throat. Her fangs started to elongate and she closed her lips so he wouldn’t know how badly he made her lose control.

He rubbed his nose along the top of her breast. “You smell good every day.”

She laughed and ran her legs along the outside of his. “You know what I mean.”

His tongue flicked out, licked a nipple. His lips caught the tender peak with a bite. Felicity melted into him, her legs falling open, and body curling into his. One of his arms snaked around her waist to lift her hips into him. He gave a little thrust as he sucked on her aching nipple and his cock slid over her wetness and bumped over her needy bud. With just that one touch, with his cock being so close to where she wanted him, she grew wet and open.

“Oh god,” she groaned.

The scent of their arousal flooded the air. She wanted him to drink from her while he took her for the first time, to give him the ultimate form of intimacy they could possibly share. She wanted to give him everything.

“Dom...” she started to tell him to do just that but a buzzing sound interrupted the fantasy.

Cursing, Dom sat up abruptly cutting off their connection. He reached for his pants pocket, pulled out his cellphone and growled into it with enough fury to make her grin.

“What!”

Felicity smiled up at him. He sat up on his knees, towering over her as he listened to the caller. A little fluttering feeling swept through her stomach. He made her feel so small and feminine. No one had ever made her feel like that, or had made her so aware of her own delicateness.

Dom’s gaze devoured her with hot, smoky eyes glazed with lust. His cock jutted erect and hard from his hips. His chest was hard and packed with muscles she wanted to nibble. As if unable to keep from touching her, he tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could run both hands up her thighs in a possessive caress.

Those strong hands reached the top of her thighs and paused making her breath catch. His grip tightened for a moment and then his thumbs swiped over the wet folds between her legs.

He wouldn’t. Not while on the phone.

His eyes met hers, and then a slow, sexy smile curled his lips.

He would.

“Well, how do the numbers look?” he said in irritation. His voice was somewhere else, but his body and touch stayed here in this room with her.

His fingers parted her folds then coaxed her wet bud with the pad of his thumb.

A sigh stuck in her throat as her hips lifted up to meet his caress. His eyes darkened, cock twitching and catching her attention.

“I want to know every move he’s making and I want that information now. You got me?”

Two could play this game, Felicity thought.

She sat up propping one hand on the bed beside her for leverage. His eyes shuddered her breasts jiggled with the movement, and then she reached forward and curled her fingers around his cock.

His eyes slid closed and head tipped back to expose the tanned expanse of his thick neck. Nothing she could do could stop her fangs from elongating at the vision he presented. Her lips parted to make room for them and she could only pant as she gazed longingly up at the pulse pounding at his strong throat.

“Dominic—” she whispered.

His head cocked to the side and his warm, sultry expression mirrored her own. His gaze fell to her fangs and something flared in his eyes.

“I’ll be there when I get there,” he growled into the phone then slammed it closed and dropped it.

Then he was on her, his cock sliding along her wetness, his mouth on hers, and her breasts crushed against his hard chest in the best of ways.

He lifted his lips from hers as he pulled back his hips enough to let the tip of his hard shaft press against her opening. A fierce ache grew deep inside her belly. The twinge made her pant, her body undulate beneath his. She needed him to fill her; it was the only way to make the delicious pain go away.

“You want to bite me?” he rasped in her ear.

One hand curled into her hair. He always seemed to be touching her hair. Funny how she hated her reckless curly hair and yet he seemed to love it.

She met his hungry gaze and licked her lips. “Yes.”

His eyes shuttered closed, then he cocked his head to the side to expose his strong throat. “Then do it.” He nudged his hips forward, barely entering her, just pressing her open with the head of his cock.

She shook with a mixture of need and fear. “I can’t. It’s too...it’s too...” Good.

“What? Intimate? You’re mine now, Felicity. It won’t be long before I’m drinking from your neck, from your sexy little breasts, from your firm thighs.”

He kissed her again. This time the kiss was hungrier, wilder. Felicity wrapped her arms around his back as she rubbed against him, pushing, trying to get him to enter her, but each time she tried his hips retreated.

“Do you want me?” he said against her lips. His hazy, low-lidded eyes were filled with hunger and locked on hers. She’d never felt closer to another person in that moment.

“Yes.”

His cock prodded her again, slipping just an inch inside her, enough to let her know he could slam inside if he wanted to. That this time she wasn’t getting away. He was really going to take her.

“Do you want my vein?”

Her hips arched up and he retreated. Only after she settled back down did he push back in, this time going slightly further, but it wasn’t enough. She let out a frustrated cry.

“Dominic, yes! I want it all!”

A satisfied glint beamed in his eyes. “You want all of me? Say it. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I want all of you, any way I can get you, baby.”

The slow, sexy smile he gave her made her toes curl. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You, me, this is different. This is something good, something right. You’re mine Felicity Shaw and nothing can ever change that.”

Felicity kissed him. It was the only response she had to his heart-racing words. It was too soon to tell him how she felt. She knew it, yet she wanted to scream it from the bottom of her lungs until the entire world heard it. Most of all, she wanted him to know it. She needed Dom to know that he consumed her thoughts, made her feel safe and happy in a way she never had before.

“Give me that neck, baby.”

His eyes flashed with heat and then he kissed his way across her jaw. Felicity’s mouth watered at the thick expanse of his neck. Her tongue darted out to lick it, to prepare him as a sensual, dark power came over her like a heavy curtain being drawn.

He was hers now. He would be completely at her disposal once she sank her fangs into him.

She gave him an open-mouthed kiss with her fangs pressed gently on his skin. The arm around her waist squeezed tight, making it hard to breathe.

“Do it, sweets,” he urged, his voice husky.

Felicity tightened her grip on his back then bit down. The thick, heady taste of him coated her tongue. They moaned together, his hips retreated, and she just knew he’d fill her this time.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Dominic flew off her. Naked with fury swimming in his eyes, he slammed open the bedroom door and stalked naked to the front door like a man about to kill.

Felicity sat up, pulling a sheet across her to cover her.

“Don’t hurt whoever it is,” she managed to say before he banged open the front door.

His big, naked body filled the doorway, blocking her from seeing whoever stood in it.

His voice turned into a lethal, cold growl. His shoulders stiffened and Felicity’s arousal faded fast. Even as he slowly turned around and closed the door she just knew. Their morning fun was over. Rolling his neck, he stalked back to the bedroom. His eyes caught hers and grew hungry as they roamed over her body.

He groaned in frustration. “I have to go. It’s important, I’m sorry.”

He grabbed his wrinkled pants from the night before and started tugging them on in jerky movements. Much more slowly, Felicity grabbed some fresh clothes and started to dress. It was almost a cozy thing to do with both of them dressing for the day. She couldn’t help but smile.

She pulled a fresh pair of panties on and took her time doing it. She also maybe shook her bottom at him as she did it. The deep-throated groan she heard made her grin up at him over her shoulder. His eyes had turned dark with the look.

Those dark eyes flicked up to hers. “Tonight, you’re mine. No interruptions, no excuses.” He walked towards her, or stalked, more like, with his pants unbuttoned and his shirt on but unbuttoned. He caught her, crushed her against him. “Tonight I’m fucking you and feeling you come around my cock. I don’t care if a war starts outside your front door. We’re finishing this.”

His hand curled around her hair to tilt her head up to his, then he kissed her.

When he let her mouth go she whispered, “I thought maybe we’re just now beginning this.”

His smile was slow but sure. “Yeah, sweets, we’re beginning this tonight and you better be ready because it’s going to be a long night.”

He kissed her again, good and hard and wet. When he stepped away from her, he grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the front door like he owned the place.

“Wait! I almost forgot to ask.”

He turned back to her, patiently waiting as whatever emergency awaited him outside her front door.

She ran up to him in only her undies and couldn’t keep from wrapping her arms around his waist. “Do I still have a job?”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“Well, you said it’s just me now...and so I figured that meant you and Julianna weren’t...you know...” She blushed brightly.

She might not have noticed the tension in his body if she hadn’t been touching him. But she was touching him and so she felt it when his back stiffened. His eyes looked over her living room to see the dozens of packed boxes filled with candles, linens, vases, and all kinds of goodies.

He looked back down at her. “Keep working on it. We’ll throw a party once I win the presidency.”

“Great idea!” Already her mind went to work with the idea. She could add some more masculine colors to the room and could stream drapes across the ceiling. It would bring more of “Dom” to the room.