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Then Dominic shifted, laying the softest kiss to the corner of her lips, and the realisation of what had just happened poured over her like liquid nitrogen.
He must’ve felt her freeze, because he eased back, searching her face with a sleepy, blown stare, his skin covered in a thin sheen. “Sweetheart?”
Fuck…fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What have I done?
Dominic was a Study. She wasn’t meant to touch him or lust for him.
But she’d kissed him. She’d just dry-humped him to an orgasm.
What the fuck am I doing?
Rayna slipped her hand from his hair and locked both her elbows, ready to shove him away. But he’d already anticipated her move and clutched her close.
“No,” he growled, a pained darkness casting over his brows. “Rayna, no.”
“Let go of me,” she bit out tiredly.
He shook his head. “Not when you gaze upon me in such a way.”
“Now!”
She pushed, and despite the frustration screwing up his face, he stumbled back, releasing her. She immediately threw herself off the counter, teetering as if she were wearing heels rather than trainers on her shaking legs.
Dominic reached for her, but she snatched her arm away and charged for the archway.
“Rayna,” he roared behind her.
But she didn’t stop. She just ran.
Chapter 24
Dominic
Rayna had admitted to thinking about him, to wanting him.
And then she’d left.
She’d kissed him in a way that had scored her name on his soul.
And then she’d left.
She’d reduced him to a trembling, begging, piteous man who’d lost all sense of delicacy and clever seduction with one singletouch. She’d made him spend in his trousers as if he were pathetically inexperienced for Neves’s sake.
And then she’d left.
Dominic couldn’t wrap his head around it.
No, that was a lie.
He didn’t wish to accept the clarity she felt after their breathtaking entanglement.
He refused to accept the horrified look of realisation that had cut through the glaze of satiated dizziness in her eyes as if what they’d done was wrong.
Perhaps they were forbidden. Perhaps the consequences were large. But nothing about the way her touch had made him burn from the inside out, nor the way his touch had made her sing, was wrong. Far from it. It couldn’t be when it had felt so natural, like their bodies had known each other in another life and recognised a deeply rooted connection.
Dominic couldn’t allow her to brand that—them—as a mistake.
