Page 17 of You Kissed Me First

Fuck.

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It’s notthat I didn’t want to go to the spa with my sister. That would have been wonderful if I thought she wouldn’t grill me about what she saw up on the deck. How can I explain it to her when I don’t really understand what happened?

One minute I was sitting there reading my book, minding my business. The next, Dominic had me laughing. Not only that, but he was laughing with me.

I feel like I’m in the twilight zone. Yesterday I boarded this ship that took me to another dimension. One where Dominic isn’t the arrogant playboy I love to hate, but is an actual decent man who can make me laugh.

Not only that, but he turned me on. For a moment, I was almost disgusted with myself. How could I let his words affect me in such a way? I was so sure I hated him before this trip, so what changed?

Those are the thoughts that have been plaguing me since I left him up on the deck. It’s why I took a quick shower and hid out in the room instead of joining the others for the afternoon bartender contest. I’ve never been one to mix good drinks anyway.

When the door opens, I’m startled. My hand finds its way to my chest.

“What the hell, Dom?”

He looks up at me with wide eyes. Then they take in my body.

I didn’t dress nice for him. At least, that is what I’m telling myself.

Yet when I looked through my clothes, I ended up putting on this blouse knowing the way it molds to my breasts, making them look bigger. I paired it with my hip-hugging jeans.

Super casual for dinner, yet also something I would wear on a date.

Let’s not talk about the fact that I curled my hair, then tried to make it look like an effortless brace wave.

“Did I scare you, baby doll?” His tone is teasing.

“Don’t call me that. I hate that nickname. Why do you have to annoy me?” I grumble.

He laughs. “Oh Katie. Don’t act like you weren’t putty in my hands earlier.”

I glare even harder at him. “It had nothing to do with you. That book was spicy, is all.”

“Mmhmm. My hands on your body had nothing to do with it?” He quirks a brow.

I stand, moving toward the mirror to look at myself as if he isn’t bothering me. Yet inside, I’m seething. Not because he’s wrong. No, it’s because he’s right.

“Not at all. Anyone could have been touching me and it would have felt nice. That’s what happens when you’re turned on. You should know that.”

Dominic steps behind me, brushing my hair over my shoulder. When he leans in, ghosting his lips against my skin, I shiver.

Then he smirks. “What’s your excuse now?”

I pinch my lips. “It’s cold. Can you get out of my personal space now? We only have to pretend in public. Not behind closed doors.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “Whatever you say, snookums.”

I groan. “I think I like baby doll better.”

I say it under my breath, but the way he lets out a laugh tells me he heard it.

“That wasn’t an invitation.” I turn to him, crossing my arms.

His eyes zero in on my breasts now on full display. I want to preen at his attention. I knew this shirt made me look damn good.

He licks his lips before bringing his eyes to mine. “Maybe not yet, but soon. Are you ready for dinner?”

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