Page 73 of The Hermit

Letting go of her hand, I pull my arm from between us and wrap it around her. Pressing her to my chest, I lean my head down until my mouth is by her ear and vow, “I’ll never restrain you again. I’m so fucking sorry about that day in your bedroom.”

She nods, her cheek brushing against my shirt. “I forgive you.”

She lifts her head slightly but freezes the moment she realizes how close our mouths are. Her eyes dart to mine, and I stare into them until her pupils dilate.

There’s no panic or fear, and it fills me with intense satisfaction.

Grace just needed the right man to realize she’s not broken.

And I’m that man.

I can see she wants me to kiss her, but I’m sure as fuck not having our first kiss in front of an audience.

I drop my head back to the headrest, and shutting my eyes, I grumble, “You’re a little temptress.”

“I didn’t do anything,” she says, her voice slightly hoarse.

I tighten my arm around her shoulders as I think of ways to make our first kiss romantic and special for her.

GRACE

Now I’m the aggravated one, while Dominik looks all relaxed.

Scowling at his shirt, I let out a sigh.

I really thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he got comfortable, and now it looks like he’s sleeping.

I really wanted a kiss.

A lot is changing so fast between us that I’ve given up trying to process it, and I’m just taking things as they come.

Unlike when we were flying to Chile, I begin to grow sleepy during the last leg of the flight.

It’s probably because Dominik is holding me.

It’s my last thought before I doze off, and lord knows how long I’m out for because when I wake up from a dead sleep, it takes a moment to realize where I am.

My right hand is curled under my chin, and my left one is lying on Dominik’s lap.

It takes another second before I realize how close I came to touching his manhood while sleeping.

Crap.

I stare at the clear-as-day hard outline of his cock and feel a weird mixture of desire and nervousness.

But there’s no disgust and fear.

Okay, maybe a little fear because our first time together might hurt just because of his size.

Dominik moves his arm and pulls his fingers through my hair, then murmurs, “We’re landing in ten minutes,milácik.”

I make sure my left hand doesn’t accidentally touch his hard-on and quickly sit up.

I focus on adjusting my seat belt and clear my throat before staring out of the window as if my life depends on it.

When I hear Dominik chuckle softly, I can’t stop the corners of my mouth from lifting into a smile. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I am.” There’s a moment’s silence then he asks, “Are you going to look at me.”

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