Page 78 of You're The One
He presses a kiss to my temple, then gathers me close, like his arms alone can keep me from falling apart. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry. What can I do?” he murmurs into my hair.
“Kiss me.” The words tumble out, reckless and impulsive. I blame the static in my brain, the way my thoughts spin too fast to grab hold of.
He pulls back, startled. “Are you su?—”
I nod, quick and sharp, before he can finish. “Yes.”
“But—”
“Dom,kiss me, goddammit.” There must be enough bite in my voice to convince him I’m not breaking.
This time, he doesn’t hesitate. He closes the minuscule gap between us, his lips meeting mine, soft at first, then more certain. When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, it takes everything in me not to make a sound.
He pulls back, breathing hard. “Fuck. Is this okay?”
In answer, I grab his shirt and tug him toward me, and his mouth crashes back onto mine.
He presses me against the door, and this time, I don’t complain. Ican’t. I’m too wrapped up in the feel of him—his hands, his mouth, the weight of his body pinning me.
Icando this.
More importantly, I don’t think I can stop.
I can keep the emotion out of it.
I can explore and have fun and then leave. It will be like all the other times.
All the failed almost-relationships. The ones with splintered roots that never took because I never gave them the chance.
And that’s what this will be.
And I’ll befine. I always am.
Dom groans as his tongue slides against mine, sending a dizzying rush to my head. My mind still races, and my heart still pounds, but now, it’s in all the best ways.
It’s not until a firm knock sounds against the door that our lips part. Reluctantly.
“You’ve had your time. Get out here.” Bodhi’s voice is sharper than I’ve ever heard it.
Dom exhales hard, leaning his forehead against mine. His hand rubs slow circles on my back, doing very little to calm me down. “Are you okay to go out?”
I nod, even though it’s the last thing I want to do.
But he doesn’t let me go.
“Please trust me,” he murmurs. “I told Logan I’d look out for you when you showed up, and I will. Iwill. Just please trust me.”
My brows pull together.
“I know this setting isn’t ideal forthis.” He gestures between us. “But please give me a chance,” he begs, his voice a low rasp.
Trust him? What isthis? Kissing? More? And what doesa chancemean? Am I relieved of matchmaking duties? Is he asking me to date him? Does he have feelings for me? He must, or else why would he?—
Another loud bang sounds against my back. “I mean it. Now,” Bodhi grumbles, and for once I’m grateful for his interruption, if only for the momentary break from my thoughts.
Dom is still watching me, waiting.
And before I can think, before I can talk myself out of it, the words leave in a whisper. “Was there ever another option?”
