Page 59 of Worth the Vow

“Will you keep me updated? On Aspen, I mean?” I ask uncertainly.

He reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Of course, raggio di sole.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

Dominic chuckles. “Nothing you’re ready to hear about.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it, Katharine. I’ll explain another time. Get your things. I’m not leaving until I see you head toward Matt’s house.”

I collect my few personal items and follow Dominic into the parking lot. He tells me to get into my car while he returns the key to the office. As I look down at a man loitering outside another room, his leering smile incredibly creepy, I’m overcome with emotion. Dominic came for me. He dropped everything and drove down here to find me.

When Dominic comes back, I immediately exit the car. He fights to contain a smile but fails. A twinkle in his eye, a dimple on one cheek, and a smile? I’m done for.

“How do you do that tracker thing?” he asks as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“The what thing?” I reply.

“The tracker thing. Where I can see your location.”

“Stalking me now, husband?” I tease, but I’m unprepared for the sheer lust that overcomes his face. The smile drops, his eyes become hooded, and he crowds me against my car.

“Say that again,” he demands.

“Husband,” I breathe, watching as his eyes flutter shut and a deep groan releases from his chest.

“Christ, Katharine. That is way hotter than it should be,” he says, his voice an octave lower.

“Dominic, what are we doing?” I ask softly.

He leans his forehead against mine. “I don’t know. But I’m done fighting this. I’m done fighting this chemistry and the pull I feel toward you.”

“I’m scared,” I confess. “What if it changes the dynamic?”

“Cross that bridge when we come to it,” he shrugs.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Dominic who hates change and not being in control?” I joke. Sarcasm is, and always has been, my safe way of stepping back and avoiding any kind of conflict.

Dominic smiles, a wicked smile full of promise. “Your Dominic?”

My mouth drops open as I realize my slip-up. “I meant the only Dom I know, the one who argues about everything with me and can’t stand to let me make decisions.”

He dips his head so his nose is against the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. A shiver overtakes my body at that one simple action, and I whimper. “Not Dom.”

“What?”

“To you, I’m Dominic.”

“Why can’t I call you Dom? Everyone else does,” I comment, but I know the answer. I want him to verbalize it.

He drags his nose up my neck and across my cheek. “Because you aren’t everyone else, Katharine. You’re my wife. Yesterday I told you to start acting like my wife, but it’s also time for me to treat you as such.”

“What does that mean?” I ask, but I can’t continue any further as Dominic’s lips cover mine in a deep and thorough kiss. A kiss that takes my breath away. His arms wrap around my body, pushing me against the car as he uses one knee to separate my legs, settling between them perfectly. His tongue skims along my lips, begging for entry, and as soon as my mouth opens, he dips inside and circles my tongue luxuriously. I moan into his mouth as my arms circle his waist and pull him closer to me.

Dominic grabs my thigh and pulls one leg up to wrap around his body, his hard length hitting me perfectly. I gasp as pleasure courses throughout my body. “Say yes, Katharine. Say you’ll let us explore this connection. I promise to make it worth your while.”

He takes my lips in another searing kiss that makes me forget where we are, until the creepy guy from before begins cat-calling, asking to be next in line. Dominic rips his lips from mine, shoves my leg down, and turns, ready to stalk over to the guy, but I yank on his belt. “No! Don’t you dare go over there.”

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