Page 24 of You Kissed Me First

I smirk at her. She’s started calling me Dom more often than not. It brings me pleasure knowing her opinion of me is changing. Before, she refused the nickname, claiming I was an asshole she’d never be friends with.

Now she’s freely letting me touch her.

She’s right, she will never be my friend. I could never be just friends with such a woman.

Katie is the kind you wife. The one you imagine having children with.

It’s why I think I jumped so quick at the opportunity to play this part with her.

I’ve always wanted Katie. She’s just never wanted me.

Maybe this trip can change that.

“You still look beautiful. Even if it’s just a sundress.”

She rolls her eyes at me in the mirror as she puts on a pair of earrings.

“I checked us into dinner already. Our table should be ready in five minutes. You ready to go?”

She grabs her room key, looking at her outfit one more time.

“I didn’t think about pockets. Why don’t they give women more pockets? Like where the fuck am I supposed to keep my shit?”

I try to withhold my smirk. She is so adorable when she’s frustrated. I want to kiss her.

“Here.” I hold my hand out.

She looks over at me, dressed in slacks and a button-up shirt. Most people walk around the ship in casual clothes, but when we go to dinner, I prefer to dress up a bit. Especially since each one is like a date between us.

Sighing, she hands over her key card and phone, then slaps a tube of lipstick and a small mirror in my hand.

I raise a brow at her.

“I’ll need to touch up my lips after dinner since you said we are going to a comedy show.”

I smile. “It’s not a problem. Let’s go.”

Slipping her items into my pocket, I feel like I’m smiling too wide. Something about having her trust me with her items inflates my ego. Maybe it’s because it’s a very boyfriend thing to do. I’m not sure what it is, but I don’t hate it.

As we walk down the hall, I stay behind her under the guise of not taking up the entire hall. Truth is, I want to watch her. It’s one of my favorite things to do.

“I can feel your eyes on my ass,” she teases, shooting me a saucy smile over her shoulder.

“You have a nice one. Let me appreciate it.”

She chuckles. “My ass is small like my tits are.”

“Did you just refer to your breasts as tits?”

“Yep.”

I chuckle. “I’ve never heard a woman call them tits before. I thought that was a male thing.”

She stops, turning with a hand on her hip. “Equal opportunity, buddy. It’s my body. I’ll call it what I want. Besides, I’m obviously a member of the itty-bitty titty committee. It was the one thing Barrett disliked most about me.”

She goes to turn, but I grab her arm, pushing her into the wall to crowd her body.

“Baby doll, there is nothing about you that isn’t perfect. If he couldn’t see you for the gorgeous woman you are, then that’s his problem, not yours. As for your tits and ass? I want to take a bite out of them. Don’t think for a second that you are unattractive because you have been making me hard since the day we met.”

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