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I’d be shocked if she felt anything real for me in the first place.
Mia’s hands drift down my stomach, slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and reaching the waistband of my sweatpants, pulling my thoughts back to the moment.
She keeps going until she grips my cock over the fabric.
Fuck, she’s good at distraction.
“Let’s go inside,” she whispers.
I nod, because there’s only ever one answer when it comes to Mia Matthews.
THIRTY-SIX
“Explore all your connections…”
Those might’ve been the hardest words I’ve ever had to say. But they were necessary.
Emma was right, it’s better when you’re sure.
She reminded me again on the plane, sliding into Summer’s seat while she was in the bathroom. She’d said the same thing after our two-on-one: trust the process. Let Dom have the experience he signed up for.
I needed to hear it.
Dom signed up for this, believing this was how he’d find love. And I agreed to play matchmaker, and thentryto date, I knew the stakes.
Yeah. This is definitely good.
My lips part from his when the backs of my legs bump the mattress. I spin us, press a hand to his chest, nudging him back. When he sits on the edge, I straddle his hips and kiss him again. Our tongues tangle as I rock against him, earning a deep, guttural groan from his chest.
His hands grip my waist, and he changes our position, laying me in the center of the bed. His tongue flicks against my ear, then his lips carve a path down my neck, lower, toward my chest.
This is perfect.
Exactly what I need.
A distraction.
Something to clear my mind. To stop second-guessing what I said. To silence the five hundred other versions of that conversation playing in my head.
But instead of continuing his descent, he reverses course, capturing my lips again. This time, he kisses me softly. Tenderly.
It makes me ache.
With wanting.
Withneeding.
With… feelings I’m not able to process.
When he eases back enough to look at me, a protest starts to form on my lips, but I’m pinned beneath the weight of his gaze. I try desperately not to squirm.
The look in his eyes sets off that buzzing under my skin. I can’t tell whether it’s the good kind or not. I’d kill for a switch to flip it all off. To feel only the physical, not the pull-you-apart-from-the-inside feeling he brings out in me.
“Dom. What are you doing?”
“Looking at you.”
“That’s obvious. But why?”
