Page 67 of The Hermit

Cautiously, he moves closer, and I give him a pleading look.

He lifts his hand to my cheek, and when he takes a final step, leaving less than an inch of space between us, tingles rush through my body.

His tone is possessive as hell as he says, “As long as I’m the man in your dreams, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I know he’s right. It’s just all so new to me, and I’m not sure what to do with the emotions and desire he’s making me feel.

I nod and let out a sigh. “How much sleep did I get?”

I’m surprised when he answers, “Almost three hours. It’s time to get ready for the meeting.”

I nod again. “Where’s the bathroom?”

He tips his head in the direction of a door to our left. “Through there. I’ll let you shower first while I check in with Evinka. Come get me when you’re done.”

“Okay.”

He turns away from me, and when he opens the door and steps out into the hallway, I say, “Thank you.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “For what?”

Being damn near perfect.

Instead of admitting that, I whisper, “For everything.”

“You’re welcome,milácik.”

When he pulls the door shut behind him, I walk to the bed, sit down on the edge, and stare at nothing in particular.

Am I really healing? Is it this easy?

Or is it just because I’m learning to trust Dominik, and I’m starting to fall in love with him?

Or am I already in love with him?

To test the waters, I close my eyes and bring up an image of Dominik lying on top of me.

My heart speeds up, but there’s no panic. Instead, my lips part, and heat pools in my core.

I picture him kissing me while he holds me down, and instead of fear flooding me, my abdomen clenches.

My breaths come faster and my lips part, an achy and needy feeling ghosting over my body.

Slowly, I open my eyes as I realize I might actually be able to be intimate with Dominik.

Not today, but one day.

DOMINIK

The moment I leave Grace, I walk to another cabin, and stepping inside, I lock the door behind me.

My body trembles from the strength it took to hide the effect she had on me. I unfasten my belt and pull down the zipper of my suit pants.

For the first time in more than a decade, I fist my aching cock, and a groan rumbles from my chest. I close my eyes, bringing up the memory of what just happened with Grace.

I’ve just dosed off when Grace moves, pressing her body hard against mine. Her mouth brushes against my neck, and it sends a shockwave through me.

My hand starts to move, my fingers curling tighter.

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