Page 57 of 4th Degree

“Fuck, Skylar,” he murmurs under his breath. When his eyes meet mine, there’s still heat simmering in them as he says, “I’m already looking forward to tasting every inch of your body. You’re an addiction.”

My cheeks warm with pleasure at his words.

The corner of his mouth lifts with a fleeting expression of adoration. Then he sighs and tugs me under the water spray.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He’s efficient but sweet in his movements. He lathers up the body wash in his hands and massages it over my skin, never making it sexual but seemingly enjoying touching me. Because he stops me when I try to do it myself.

He does, however, let me wash him. He lets out a chuckle when I eagerly rub the body wash over his muscles, my excitement obvious. Dominic’s just so…hot. I haven’t really been able to freely look at his muscles, let alone touch them. Exploring his body like this is almost as good as the sex.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to turn you around and take a second fuck,” he says in a deliciously deep voice.

A shiver runs through me, and he chuckles at my reaction. With every inch of him soaped up, he steps under the water to rinse himself.

“Let’s get you dried off,” he says.

We step out of the shower, and he hands me the towel he brought in for himself. Ass-naked and completely unashamed, he walks out of the bathroom to grab a second towel from the changing room.

We’re silent as we towel off. With our clothes in different places in the gym, we separate when we leave the bathroom, me heading for my bag along the mats and him going into the office for a change of clothes. I throw on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, and watch Dominic through the cracked door of the office as he tugs on jeans and a T-shirt. I love how he looks in casual clothes, but especially when he’s barefoot wearing jeans.

“Want to watch some fights?”

I’m startled out of my ogling. For a moment, I can only blink at him.

“I… What?”

He seems amused by my reaction. “I asked if you wanted to watch some fights. It’s not that late, so I figured we could watch a fight or two. I’ll let you pick.”

Still, the only thing I can do is stare at him. He wants to hang out?

“Did you think I only wanted to fuck you?” he asks, his tone softening along with his expression.

My cheeks flush hot when I realize yes, that’s exactly what I thought he wanted.

He moves closer to me, close enough to take my hand and press a kiss to my jaw.

“This doesn’t just have to be physical,” he says. “I like hanging out with you. I was hoping we could do both. If…you have time.”

I shouldn’t be surprised when he adds that last part. But just hearing him be so considerate—hearing that he wants to spend time with me, but understands why I might not be able to—is enough to make my decision.

“I’d love that.” I hesitate, then ask, “So this wasn’t just a one-time thing?”

His brow furrows slightly as he shakes his head. “Not unless you want it to be.”

I try to imagine this being the last time I get to touch Dominic like this, and be close to him, and immediately hate the idea.

“I don’t want it to be.”

His grin is almost boyish in its charm. “Good. Now come hang out with me so I don’t feel like you only like me for my dick.”

21

DOMINIC

I tug her over to the couch in the welcome area, my fingers threaded with hers. Taking my usual seat on the far side, and before she can second-guess what this is, I prop one leg up on the couch so my back is to the armrest, and I pull her down between my legs. She sits with a cute oomph.

Pulling her back against my chest, and then wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her to me, I reach with my other hand for the remote on the coffee table. Watching the fights with her was just an excuse, but I’m going to put them on anyway.

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